Chapter 19

"Nothing else to broadcast today, just rank training." Le Anyi asked, "Why are Blaze and I the only ones broadcasting?"

"Because they're too lazy... Speaking of which, I want to tell you a piece of gossip." Le Anyi narrowed his eyes and was about to talk about the progress of Qu Xing and Ling Yin's relationship when he suddenly saw the Fourth Master coming in through the camera screen, and Qu Xing sliding in by the Fourth Master's clothes. He shut up decisively.

After getting a ride, Qu Xing jumped off the skateboard and was about to return to his own camera position.

Le Anyi called out, "What did you eat?"

Qu Xing: "Guess."

Le Anyi: “Let me have a taste.”

Qu Xing: "No."

Le Anyi came over and tried to grab it, but Qu Xing dodged nimbly while holding the green biscuit box. Unexpectedly, he was hugged from behind by Le Anyi. He was almost unable to breathe due to the pressure from the large group of people. Qu Xing covered the box and said, "No! There are only a few left. I still need to give some to the captain!"

Ling Yin walked in and heard Qu Xing calling him. He glanced over. Suddenly, Zhou Si stopped him and asked, "Are you still short of twenty hours of live streaming this month?"

Ling Yin was very surprised and raised an eyebrow: "Are there so many?"

Zhou Si was speechless and said, "Do you think that half an hour of your broadcast on the night of November 30th can be counted into December?"

Without waiting for Ling Yin to answer, Zhou Si continued, "Even if it can be counted, it can't make up for the fact that you haven't broadcast a single minute this month."

Ling Yin's expression became visibly unhappy when he heard this, but it only lasted for a moment before he said calmly, "Then put it up."

Zhou seemed too lazy to care: "Look for yourself."

Despite this, Ling Yin still started live streaming after a long absence. He warned himself in his heart that one should not be too arrogant and forget their roots after making money. Moreover, he remembered that the live streaming contract seemed to be a considerable amount of money.

The number of people in the live broadcast room increased at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Ling Yin gave a token smile to the barrage of comments and opened League of Legends.

Behind him, Qu Xing struggled to escape Le Anyi's grasp, raising his hand to fix his hair. Ling Yin heard him mutter about dyeing his hair back to black because it had faded. Then he leaned over. The audience in the livestream saw Qu Xing's half-revealed face and a green biscuit.

"Fengshen, try it, it's very delicious." Qu Xing said while holding up the biscuit.

Ling Yin glanced at her, a hint of barely perceptible disdain flashing across his eyes, and said softly, "No."

"Tsk." Qu Xing moved closer and directly touched the biscuit to Ling Yin's lips: "If it doesn't taste good, how can I give it to you? I didn't even give it to Le Anyi."

There was already a hint of smile in Ling Yin's eyes, but he still didn't eat it. He tilted his head and the biscuit brushed past his lips.

"Okay." Qu Xing took his hand back: "Then I'll eat it."

Ling Yin: “…” What?

He suddenly looked at Qu Xing.

The cookie had just touched his mouth...

Ling Yin's face remained calm, his Adam's apple moving ever so slightly. Just as Qu Xing was about to put the biscuit into his mouth, his vision blurred, and Qu Xing pinched his cheek, forcing the biscuit into his mouth.

Ling Yin bit down subconsciously...

"cough……"

A spicy taste rushed straight to my brain, mixed with an indescribable strange smell, as if all the unpalatable green vegetables in the world were squeezed into juice and concentrated in this small biscuit.

"Hahahahahahahahaha." Qu Xing quickly pulled out a piece of paper and gave it to him: "Hurry up, hurry up, vomit, vomit."

Ling Yin looked at the paper, hesitated for a moment, and finally spat out the biscuit that was only slightly injured in his mouth.

He looked up at Qu Xing, tears welling up in his eyes due to the excitement, and silently questioned Qu Xing. But the beautiful face made Qu Xing feel no regret at all, instead, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction as if he had accomplished something great.

This is exactly the effect we want.

The barrage was already going wild at this point.

[The expression on Fengshen's face... I think I'm on the wrong side of the top and bottom.]

Ahh ...

[Hahahahahaha, how dare you bully the God of Wind]

Qu Xing met Ling Yin's gaze and pretended to admit his mistake humbly: "I was wrong, Brother Ling, you will forgive me, right?"

“…”

Ling Yin gave Qu Xing a charming smile: "Well, I forgive you."

Qu Xing was so mesmerized that he forgot where he was. He froze for a second, then saw Ling Yin turn around to select a hero. He had to suppress his uneasiness. He picked up the mouse and said, "Linlin, let's play duo."

Jiang Lin had been anxiously anticipating the new day's training, and his hands trembled subconsciously: "Okay... okay."

An hour later, Jiang Lin's wails were clearly heard in Ling Yin's live broadcast room.

Then came Qu Xing's vague, gentle instructions: "You can't just use Q like that. It's better to stand here and attack first. You can block my lane and stack your passive at the same time. Restart."

Jiang Lin: "I see, damn!"

Ling Yin randomly responded to a commenter: "I didn't bully Jiang Lin. He should kneel down and thank you for being scolded like this."

[Feng Shen, what's wrong with you? Have you forgotten that Daisy bullied you?]

I suspect you also want to be trained.

[Dazzling is the team boss? ]

You are no longer the Wind God I knew.

Ling Yin smiled with an ambiguous smile: "It's okay, I'll bully you back when I have the chance."

[Fengshen, I want to watch your wife's live broadcast. Can you persuade her to start a live broadcast?]

"Live broadcast?" Ling Yin glanced at the comment in the midst of the intense team battle, seemingly not noticing the word "wife." He responded naturally, "I'll ask him for you later."

Qu Xing stared at the screen intently, and suddenly said, "Yes, yes, this is a good position... smart!"

After hundreds of solos, Qu Xing's hero on the screen finally fell for the first time.

"Oh yeah!!!!" Jiang Lin, as if he'd won the Spring Split championship, dropped his headphones and leaped up, sending his gaming chair careening into the air. He radiated a youthful energy unlike any he'd ever experienced before. He spun around twice and came to Qu Xing's side. Bending, he lifted Qu Xing's head and kissed him.

Ling Yin's fingers suddenly stopped because he failed to attack in time and missed a soldier.

Qu Xing was already used to being kissed, so he didn't care at all and said with a smile, "As expected of Linlin."

…

Ling Yin raised a slight arc at the corner of his lips, quickly finished killing the remaining soldiers, and pressed the return to city button.

[The Wind God, who missed a soldier, reveals a dangerous smile]

[Soldier, just wait for me. Sooner or later, I will kill you mercilessly.]

Ling Yin had never felt this way before. It was as if some irrational emotion had taken over his mind. Just because his teammate had kissed his idol, he felt like sawing Jiang Lin's mouth off. It was so painful it felt like Jiang Lin had kissed his wife.

However, they are just a pair of teammates who were hyped as a couple for a year and actually only spent more than ten days together.

Ling Yin gritted his teeth slightly and vented his anger by killing the opposing jungler he had caught.

"No solo today." Qu Xing said to Jiang Lin cheerfully, "Let's have a relaxing and sweet duo."

"Bang".

Qu Xing turned his head: "What fell?"

"I don't know." Ling Yin stared at the computer screen calmly, stretched his legs, and kicked away the figurine that he had accidentally swept to the ground.

The figurine worth several thousand dollars was mercilessly swept away by this man's foot. Qu Xing looked down at the sound of the voice and said, "You dropped something."

"Yeah." Ling Yin didn't seem to care about it at all: "I'll pick it up later."

Double row is double row, what's so sweet...

Qu Xing: “Oh.”

AD support duos were a natural thing, and during training, Qu Xing's only communication partner was Jiang Lin. He only came to Ling Yin during breaks.

Qu Xing stretched and wanted to turn around to admire the handsome face, only to find that the chair next to him was empty.

"Your coffee." Qi Rui came in carrying two big bags.

"Put Brother Qi on the table for me!" Le Anyi shouted, "I'm not finished yet."

"Okay." Qi Rui put a cup of black coffee on his desk. After seeing Le Anyi finish the game, he said, "Your milk tea is dead."

"What?" Le Anyi glanced at the dark cup of American coffee and was shocked: "Why!"

Qi Rui said sincerely, "I saw you ordering milk tea every day, and I was a little worried, so I went to seek the Fourth Master's advice."

"How could you tell the Fourth Master!" Le Anyi was very upset: "He will definitely not let me drink my milk tea anymore!!"

Qi Rui: "It's better to be healthy."

Le Anyi: "Wuwu ...

Qu Xing, holding a straw in his mouth, watched Le Anyi throwing a tantrum with amusement. Seeing Ling Yin come in, he casually said, "Our brother Le Le's source of happiness is gone."

Ling Yin glanced over there, unconcerned: "Why is everyone your brother?"

Qu Xing loosened his fangs that were biting the straw and turned to look at Ling Yin.

Why did he hear a hint of dissatisfaction in these words?

Qu Xing followed the face intently. After Ling Yin sat down, Qu Xing leaned closer and whispered tentatively, "Are you my brother?"

Ling Yin paused, suppressed his smile, and tilted his head to look at him.

Qu Xing's lips curled slightly, his eyes unconcealed—as if his bright smile confirmed that this person was someone special in his eyes. Perhaps more interesting, perhaps particularly close, or something else entirely.

It's not to the point of being ambiguous, but it makes people feel particularly happy.

Ling Yin raised an eyebrow, his eyes moving slightly, his gaze falling on the left side of Qu Xing's face where Jiang Lin had kissed him. Driven by some willful impulse, he raised his hand and gently wiped it with his thumb.

"What?" Qu Xing looked confused and wiped it off.

Ling Yin wanted to say something about Jiang Lin's saliva, but then thought it was a bit disgusting, so he said, "Dark. I'm going to wash my hands."

He left his seat. Qu Xing caught sight of the pitiful little figurine on the ground and reached out to pick it up. Ling Yin came in after washing his hands and saw it: "Why did you pick it up?"

“Why don’t you pick it up?”

Qu Xing took out a piece of paper and wiped it carefully, then put it back in its original place. Suddenly, he saw Ling Yin's computer screen with a burst of comments and his own handsome face filling the entire photo frame.

“…”

[What brother? Call me husband!]

[The interaction between the young couple is so sweet]

[What's on your face, Daisy? Don't let the captain wipe it off. Come here, your husband will lick it off for you.]

[Don’t be disgusted by the previous one, Daisy already has a husband]

[Report the anchor for being passive and lazy. He hasn't played League of Legends for ten minutes.]

[Daisy, don't get so close. You're shy in front of me.]

Qu Xing subconsciously moved a little further away, then left the camera range after realizing what was happening. "You were keeping the live stream going?"

"Yeah." Ling Yin responded calmly and sat down. Belatedly, he detected a hint of questioning: "..."

The audience in the live broadcast room only saw Ling Yinmei's sculpture-like face suddenly freeze for a moment. No one knew that this sculpture was suffering from the scorching gazes of those around it.

The next second, a hand reached into the camera. The sculpture, along with the person and chair, was dragged away by this powerful hand. All that remained in the camera was the empty white floor and the coaching platform not far away.

Ling Yin was trapped in the gaming chair. Qu Xing grabbed his wrists with one hand and gestured with his other fist: "You started a livestream without telling me, huh?"

A fist landed on the shoulder, neither light nor heavy. Ling Yin smiled and lowered his head to the side: "I'm sorry."

"What if I say something irreversible?" Qu Xing twisted his waist fiercely and said, "Just go to the bed and kneel down and say sorry."

Ling Yin: “?”

Ling Yin looked up: "Does it have to be so exciting?"

A second punch followed.

Ling Yin turned his head away and heard Qu Xing's uncontrollable laughter: "Ling Yin, you are actually this kind of person."

He raised his knees to hold the gaming chair in place, threw away Ling Yin's wrists, and rubbed his face viciously: "What's exciting or not? Do you want something more exciting?"

Ling Yin: “What…Ah!”

Ling Yin smiled and arched his body, quickly grabbing Qu Xing's wrist: "No, no more."

"Hmph." Qu Xing retracted his fist that was about to hit again.

Teammates who livestreamed without informing others about something like this should be severely punished, but Qu Xing couldn't get angry at this succubus. He couldn't help but laugh: "Remember to tell me next time, okay?"

Ling Yin slowly stood up, smiled and nodded: "Yeah."

It was purely a case of using public power for personal gain. Qu Xing ruffled the man's hair, turning the delicate beauty into a messy one, and then let him go with satisfaction.

Le Anyi was stunned and swallowed a mouthful of American coffee: "Wow."

Qu Xing: "Don't you say you don't drink this kind of shit?"

Le Anyi felt bad for himself: "I suddenly realized it tastes pretty good."

After a moment, Le Anyi couldn't help but comment: "I'm really impressed by you now."

Le Anyi gave a thumbs up: "What a wonderful man."

"What's wrong?" Qu Xing asked in confusion.

Le Anyi: "In just a few days, we accomplished everything we wanted to do and didn't want to do."

He Weichen nodded silently.

What he wanted to do was to beat Ling Yin up, but other than that, he also kissed, hugged, and climbed into bed with her.

Ling Yin said goodbye to the camera and turned off the live broadcast.

Le Anyi said: "Really, I didn't expect that the first person you beat up after coming to DL was Ling Yin."

Jiang Lin said, "Are you honored? Ling Yin."

Ling Yin was still very upset with the man who dared to kiss his idol, and just gave him a hypocritical smile.

"What are you talking about?" Qu Xing said with a smile, "Is that what I called beating? That's called caressing. Right, Brother Ling?"

Ling Yin: “Yeah.”

"Okay, okay." Le Anyi finished his coffee in a few gulps: "Then you can't caress us after you caress him."

"Of course, not everyone can get my privileges." Qu Xing shook his fist.

Ling Yin glanced at him with a hint of dissatisfaction.

Qu Xing: “…”

"You only give me the nasty cookies," Ling Yin said calmly, feeling inexplicably wronged. "You only beat me?"

Qu Xing: "I was wrong."

Ling Yin looked at Qu Xing and said, "Is there nothing else just for me?"

“…”

This is the second time Qu Xing's heart has stopped beating today.

This time I paused for a bit too long, so much so that it was almost difficult to breathe the next time.

The players continued training as usual, while those who hadn't finished their conversations were still chatting. The two in the middle and lower positions weren't even facing each other affectionately. One stood sideways, the other sat lazily. They looked indistinguishable from their surroundings.

But if someone could invent a machine to detect some kind of dark matter, the ambiguity between these two people would definitely be off the charts. Unfortunately, the ambiguity between the two of them was each their own, and they never ended up together.

"Yes..." Qu Xing first confirmed generously, then said: "Don't say anything, Brother Ling."

He withdrew his gaze from Ling Yin and straightened up slightly.

No, no, this doesn't feel right.

Ling Yin: “…Oh.”