How Could I Possibly Like Him?

When Jing, an esports legend, died on the day he won the championship, his only regret was not seeing his rival Lu Zhiye cry tears of agony after finding out Jing was the champion.

Unexpected...

Chapter 77 Jinjiang Novel Reading Exclusive You Deserve It.

Chapter 77 Jinjiang Novel Reading Exclusive You Deserve It.

The mood was completely different from that of other domestic and Asia-Pacific clubs. Winning this game was something everyone at SFD expected. Some kids on the second team didn't even unpack their backpacks from the beginning.

Judging from the training results so far, they never thought that these four people could lose in the same team.

There was laughter and chatter in the small lounge. Shi Jing lowered his head to check his keyboard. He had a habit of making sure his peripherals were in good condition after every game. It had almost become a subconscious action.

But it was obvious that the person checking was not paying attention to the keyboard.

He glanced back and caught a glimpse of half of Lu Zhiye's sleeve. Before Shi Jing could take a closer look, Jiang Yuan and Vally came over and started playing around.

"A few days ago, everyone was saying that we couldn't adapt to high-latency games, as if this was our team's first time playing in the league. Please, who is qualified to go straight to the playoffs?" Jiang Yuan had been holding his breath for a long time, and now he could finally raise his head and speak.

Song Jiahang: "Then weren't you having a high-intensity laning session on Weibo before the game?"

"Me?" Jiang Yuan rolled his eyes, not falling for his trick at all. "The coach said no checking Weibo before the game. Did you forget?"

Vally: "Oh, do you believe this? I saw your smurf like the gossip posted on Apex Treehole."

Jiang Yuan: “…”

In the past, Shi Jing might have taken a look, but now he really doesn't want to pay any attention to these people who are typing on the keyboard on the Internet.

He glanced at Lu Zhiye's position again. He was still behind him, taking a glass of water from his backpack, unscrewing it and taking a sip. He didn't participate in the conversation with the people next to him.

There was no way Lu Zhiye would get involved in such a thing.

But their conversation didn't seem to be what Shi Jing had expected. Just as Shi Jing was about to turn around, he heard Vally say, "But of course, you have to eat this kind of melon while it's hot. Although the golden retrievers in the European division are more open-minded than us, their clubs have been stricter in recent years. Melons like this are rare."

Curious baby Zhou Li'an: "What melon?"

"Nothing." Vally, the experienced lover, said casually, "They just held hands and kissed but didn't admit they were in a relationship. They dumped her."

Shi Jing's hand shook, and the metal zipper head fell onto the table with a thud.

But he also happened to bring the set of peripherals that Lu Zhiye got for him, and the carefully prepared keyboard and mouse suddenly became hot to the touch.

"More than that!" Jiang Yuan said, "This is a long story. I'll send you a PDF on the way back. Someone has compiled the love, hate, and vengeance of these two people from beginning to end. It's very fascinating. I suggest you read it slowly in the hotel."

"Isn't it that the contestant fell in love with the anchor?" This old drama happens almost every year. Song Jiahang no longer trusts Jiang Yuan's usual exaggerated words.

"No. I don't even bother to read the kind of rubbish you're talking about." Jiang Yuan shook his head. "You know DM, that little golden retriever who likes to play with clay chickens? I heard he had a crush on that female streamer for years, and since she signed with his club, he went after her."

"He was definitely very difficult to pursue. I pursued him for a long time. You can see the details in the summary post inside the melon. In the end, the female anchor relented and lived with him. The two were photographed holding hands, shopping, kissing, etc. many times. It lasted for more than a year."

The movement from Lu Zhiye stopped.

Shi Jing: “…”

"Then what?" Zhou Lian opened his eyes wide.

"Then the little golden retriever thought they must be in a relationship, so he made an official announcement online." Jiang Yuan spread his hands. "As soon as the official announcement was made, the female anchor broke up with him."

"Huh? Why?"

"Because she doesn't think they are in a romantic relationship at all."

"...After a year, aren't they still in a relationship? Doesn't she know that the little golden retriever has a crush on her?" Zhou Li'an blinked in confusion. "No, if they weren't lovers, would they still kiss?"

Jiang Yuan: "Maybe. Well, maybe some people just want to have fun."

Zhou Lian'an's three views were shocked: "This..."

"Hey, I'll send it to you. You can take a look at it tonight. I can't explain the details clearly right now." Jiang Yuan stuffed his bag in a few places and picked it up, putting his other arm on Zhou Lian'an's shoulder. "Gogogo! It's time for the celebration party!"

Just then, the guys from Team Two came over with streamer tubes that almost numbed the ears of everyone in the lounge.

"Don't set it off in the stadium! Don't set it off inside!! Set it off outside!" The fat manager felt that the funds were going to be burned when he saw their posture, and he almost broke down.

After the noisy crowd had left, Shi Jing stopped what he was doing.

The lounge was much quieter.

Lu Zhiye didn't leave either, standing behind him, doing something unknown, occasionally making noises. It seemed like he was also packing his backpack.

Tsk.

"..." Shi Jing fiddled with the charging cables for a long time but still couldn't figure out what was going on. He stuffed them back into his bag and looked to the side.

After locking onto the corner of Lu Zhiye's clothes with his peripheral vision, he said, "I'm not the kind of person they say I am."

What does it mean to love excitement...

Isn't that just playing with other people's feelings?

"You said before that we weren't boyfriend and girlfriend yet..." Shi Jing quickly glanced outside to make sure no one could hear him. "Anyway, I'm not trying to play with you."

The person behind him stopped moving.

After waiting for a few seconds, when Shi Jing was about to start to tense up, Lu Zhiye said, "If it's you, it's okay if you want to play with me."

Shi Jing: “…”

"Anything is fine." As if that wasn't enough, he continued, "I like it."

Shi Jing's face began to heat up again: "You fucking——"

He deserves to be worried...

Lu Zhiye walked up to him at some point and helped Shi Jing zip up his backpack, which he couldn't get open no matter how hard he tried. "Want to play tonight?"

Shi Jing: “.”

Play.

But please tell me clearly, which game are you playing?

Which one to play?

Who plays??

Who to play???

The scene turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye and was about to explode. Two knocks on the door paused the atmosphere in the room.

"Are you two okay? What happened?" The fat manager hadn't seen two important members of the team come out for a long time and thought something had gone wrong. "Is the peripheral broken?"

He said as he was about to walk over here.

"without!"

“It’s not broken.”

The two people said in unison.

Shi Jing: “…”

The second time was spoken by Lu Zhiye in a calm tone, which made Shi Jing's reaction seem too intense.

The fat manager paused in confusion. "Why did it take so long if it wasn't broken? Were you talking in private? I know you're happy you won the game, but couldn't you have said it in the car with everyone else?"

The other people from SFD were making a fuss outside. When the manager finished speaking, a burst of laughter came from outside the door.

"..." The fat manager quickly turned his head to take a look. Before he left, he suddenly noticed that Shi Jing's face looked a little different from usual. "Why is your face... so red? Are you allergic?"

Shi Jing's face froze.

"No." He managed to maintain his expression and voice, "It's a little hot."

"Is it hot?" It wasn't raining here like in Yanhai. The fat manager glanced at the fresh air system in the lounge that was working hard with the green light on.

Although I didn't understand, I didn't ask any more questions about this small issue.

"Then I'll have someone turn down the air conditioning in the car," he said. "Hurry up, they've already decided to go eat the famous iron pot stew here. If we delay any longer, Xiao Yuan will give me another headache."

The two watched the fat manager leave.

Only after his figure completely disappeared from the lounge porch did Shi Jing loosen the backpack strap that he had almost crushed.

While he pretended to look at Lu Zhiye casually, the latter was also looking down at Shi Jing.

Shi Jing: “…”

He had just been talking nonsense, but now he really felt that the lounge was a bit hot.

Everyone had left and some lights had been turned off, but Shi Jing's cheeks were more obviously rosy against the dark red soundproof velvet on the wall.

Even the tiny hairs were surrounded by a warm red halo.

Lu Zhiye's gaze stopped there.

"I never said I wanted to play with you." Shi Jing pulled the backpack onto his back.

This sentence seemed too cold, so he added: "I... am different from those scumbags that Vally talked about."

Lu Zhiye was still looking at him.

Shi Jing turned his back to the lounge door and stared into his dark eyes for a few seconds: "Also, as I said before, I have high requirements for my boyfriend... I don't necessarily need him to be a world champion."

My heartbeat seems a little faster.

Shi Jing pursed his lips.

"Anyway," he said, "You said it, we held hands, and we kissed. I... will be responsible for you."

No response.

?

God knows that it was more difficult for Shi Jing to squeeze out these words than for him to win the world championship again.

no.

Shouldn’t Lu Zhiye show something?

The time they stared at each other seemed a little too long. The other person didn't say anything, just looked at him. Shi Jing didn't want to be outdone and looked back.

Grass.

"I mean..." He gritted his teeth, "I fucking admit that we are boyfriend-"

"You're worth it."

"What?"

"You deserve to be the world champion." Lu Zhiye looked him in the eyes and said seriously, "You were right before. If you can't win the world championship, it really doesn't belong to you."

“…”

Shi Jing was confused.

Grass.

But Lu Zhiye had no intention of lying or being perfunctory with him.

Shi Jing also knew that he was not that kind of person.

This sentence is exactly what Lu Zhiye wanted to express.

Damn it. How could Lu Zhiye always say such things so calmly and expressionlessly?

"I will try my best in this year's competition," Lu Zhiye said. "If we win the championship together, will it count?"

"By the way, what did you just say about recognizing us?"

The fat manager is urging us again.

Shi Jing lowered his head and took two steps outside, with a look of gritted teeth on his face.

As they walked out of the corridor and were about to get in the car, Lu Zhiye remained unmoved and kept asking him what he had just said, as if he wanted to continue the topic in the car without finishing it today.

Considering Lu Zhiye's stubbornness in some aspects that even eight hundred cows can't pull him back, it's really possible.

Finally, after he asked again, "What did you just admit we are?", Shi Jing couldn't control himself anymore: "...Why so many questions? Just forget it if you didn't hear it."

The two of them walked one in front and one behind. Just before getting into the car, Shi Jing pulled Lu Zhiye's sleeve, interrupting the sour face he hadn't put on yet: "Give me one of your room cards."

They will stay in this city for another day and fly back to Yanhai tomorrow night.

Lu Zhiye paused for half a second.

She looked at him again, didn't ask what he wanted the room card for, and took one out of her pocket.

In front of his teammates and the manager and coach, Shi Jing took advantage of the dim street lights to take the key card to the SFD captain's room from his hand, snatched it away and put it in his pocket.

"Ten-thirty at night." He lowered his voice. "If you want to know, don't lock the door."

After saying the usual thing, I would add something more fierce.

"If you dare to lock me up, you're dead."

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Author's note: [Sprinkle flowers] is here! Thanks for waiting. There are 4 chapters left to write. I'll finish it this month!