Chapter 6

When the plane landed and Qu Xing stepped on the land of his motherland, he couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"ah……"

What has he been through?

The first thing Qu Xing did when he took out his cell phone was to block all contact information of Qu Hongfei.

Fuck Qu Hongfei.

The second thing is to look at the transfer news.

The transfer period ends in four days. Judging by social media posts and various rumors, most teams should have finalized their rosters, with only UNG and DL, the most closely watched, still having no news.

UNG had contacted him a month ago, and he had said he would think about it first. But Qu Hongfei locked him up and left him alone for a month.

Qu Xing scolded himself in his heart.

Scumbag!

Then he opened WeChat and found Ling Yin’s chat interface.

Ling Yin is in a meeting at the base.

Several team executives are discussing how to snatch Burst from UNG in this battle for the AD carry position. With only four days left in the transfer window, the AD position is pressing. Burst, one of the few remaining top-tier aggressive AD carries in the league, has already been commanding a sky-high price from both teams.

"This offer exceeds Wind's. No way."

"The problem is, with the market conditions right now, if you don't sign for this year, there's no hope, you know? Are you expecting another Dazzling to suddenly appear like they did back then?"

"How much is UNG's offer?"

Zhou Si gestured a number with an expressionless face.

“…”

"They really spent a lot of money."

"So," Zhou Si said seriously, "We're not short of money compared to them. In order to win, we still have to spend the money we have to spend."

Ling Yin's phone suddenly vibrated.

Zhou Si saw him staring at the incoming call interface in a daze, and thought he was busy in a meeting, so he said, "It's okay, go out and answer it if you want." Anyway, the purpose of this person sitting here is just to be a vase.

Ling Yin didn't move, but just let out a barely perceptible sigh and clicked the answer button.

"Wind God!" A clear and pleasant voice called out in succession: "Wind God, Wind God, Wind God!"

Ling Yin was a little confused by being called, and had the illusion that they were very familiar with each other: "Yeah."

Upon hearing the voice, everyone in the room turned their attention to Ling Yin.

Zhou Si mouthed the question, "Qu Xing?"

Ling Yin nodded.

Qu Xing: "Have you contacted the new AD?"

Ling Yin quickly said, "No."

"What do you think of me?" Qu Xing said.

Ling Yin said without hesitation: "Very good."

"..." Qu Xing's voice froze, and he almost forgot what he was going to say. He was stunned for two seconds before saying, "Then tell your manager to consider me."

"Yeah." Ling Yin was quiet for a while, trying to calm his breathing: "You... agree to his friend request first."

Qu Xing: "Who?"

Ling Yin: "Our manager."

Qu Xing: “…Ah?”

Qu Xing lowered his head and found the friend request from Zhou Si among the pile of new messages and red dots.

It turns out that I had contacted him a long time ago.

Qu Xing was a little embarrassed: "...It's expired."

Zhou seemed unable to bear it any longer.

He snatched Ling Yin's phone away, "Hello Dazzling, I'm DL manager Zhou Si."

Qu Xing seemed stunned for a moment: "Ah, Fourth Master. Did you hear what I just said?"

Zhou Si tried to remain reserved: "Yes, I heard. We are honored...Um, when are you free to discuss signing the contract?"

Ling Yin couldn't help but laugh.

Qu Xing: "Now."

Zhou Si was very surprised: "Okay, okay, where are you? We'll send a car to pick you up."

"No need." A voice came from Qu Xing's side: "I've called a car. See you later, Fourth Master."

The phone was hung up.

Ling Yin quietly took the phone and stared at their chat box in a daze.

After a moment, a manager quietly said, "Are you still considering Burst?"

"Oh no!" Zhou Si couldn't help but smile and waved his hand generously: "Let's be generous and give such a good player like Burst to UNG!"

"But Dazzling hasn't played a game in half a year. You don't even know if he's played a game in the past six months. How can he compare to Burst?"

Everyone in the room fell silent, looking at the manager with strange expressions.

He stepped back in confusion: "Why? Am I wrong?"

Zhou Si's face lit up, and he graciously forgave the man's rude remarks. "It's okay, I don't understand the game. I understand. Meeting dismissed! I'm going to the door to greet my beloved AD carry."

"Wait a minute. Explain clearly. I'm worried about you guys doing this!" The man saw that everyone in the meeting room had no objections and left one after another. "You can't make such a hasty decision just because he's good-looking, right?"

Head coach Zhao Hui stopped beside him.

"Coach, don't you agree?" He seemed to have found a kindred spirit. "How can you make such a big decision so casually?"

Zhao Hui: "Let me tell you this."

Management: “Huh?”

“Burst is a genius.”

"Yeah, that's right."

Zhao Hui: "Wind is a god-like man."

"That's right! That's exactly what I mean."

Zhao Hui's usually mature and steady tone showed a slight fluctuation, and a hint of emotion was mixed in: "Dazzling, it's a god."

“…”

“…Is it that exaggerated?”

Zhao Hui ignored him and walked out of the training room.

Qu Xing arrived at the DL base an hour later.

Ling Yin noticed that Qu Xing had dark hair, a rarity. The slightly messy strands made his skin look even paler, making him look as young as a teenager. He was carrying a suitcase, looking dusty and exhausted.

"Hello, Wind God." Qu Xing approached him familiarly and rubbed against him, grabbing his arm: "See you again."

Ling Yin smiled: "Well, long time no see."

"Hello, Fourth Master." Qu Xing let go of Ling Yin and shook his hands with both of his.

"Hello, hello." Zhou smiled sincerely. "I've just discussed your salary with the senior management. Can we go to the conference room to talk alone? Once we're settled, I'll draft the contract tomorrow and we can finalize the matter."

"good."

The conversation went smoothly. Qu Xing hadn't been particularly concerned about salary to begin with; he'd chosen DL solely for the Lingyin. Furthermore, the offer Zhou Si had offered was incredibly good. In just ten minutes, everything was practically finalized.

After leaving the conference room, Qu Xing followed Zhou Si to the lounge and took out his cell phone: "Then I'll call UNG and tell him."

Zhou Si didn't react: "What did you say to them? Didn't you reject them a long time ago?"

Qu Xing didn't understand what he meant: "There has been no reply for such a long time, they may really think that I rejected it a long time ago." Then he found the contact information of UNG manager and called him.

After Qu Xing and the UNG manager apologized and refused for more than ten times and finally hung up the phone, Zhou Si still hadn't reacted.

"No." Zhou Si frowned. "What Zhang told me a month ago was that you rejected him outright, saying you had no intention of returning to the competition for the time being."

"How could I not go back to the competition?" Qu Xing said in confusion, "I didn't refuse. I just said I'd think about it first. You didn't believe me at the time, so how could I refuse you?"

Zhou Si thought for a second, then realized what was going on. He gritted his teeth and said, "Well, Zhang Songji, to snatch someone away, he actually resorted to such despicable means."

Qu Xing stared blankly at Zhou Si as he made a phone call and started cursing, "Zhang Songji, you cunning old man, are you lying to your Fourth Master?"

When Manager Zhang learned that Qu Xing had joined DL, he was furious: "I'm not as good as you, Fourth Master!"

Zhou Si snorted coldly, "Of course, I'm walking the straight and straight path, while you're walking the crooked and mean path. You're getting what you deserve."

Zhang Songji: "Stop being so cocky! You're the only one who's still so upright. Who are you trying to disgust? You're even darker than me."

Qu Xing was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help laughing. He sat down next to Ling Yin, his shoulders pressed against his like a good brother. "Is this really that fun?"

Ling Yin said quietly: "Manager Zhang is indeed a bit hateful."

"That's right." Qu Xing leaned back, his voice suddenly weakening: "It almost made me miss the DL."

"Have you always wanted to come to DL?" Ling Yin asked.

"Hmm..." Qu Xing's eyes were blurred and he blinked twice slowly: "Because..."

Ling Yin didn't hear what he said next. Suddenly, his shoulders sank and Qu Xing fell down.

Ling Yin was startled, and hurriedly supported the furry head on his shoulder, tilting his head and asking, "What's wrong?"

Qu Xing closed his eyes, hugged Ling Yin's arm and rubbed it: "I'm sleepy... lend me a pillow."

Scared to death.

Ling Yin breathed a sigh of relief, leaning back on the sofa, stretching his legs and letting Qu Xing hold his arm as he slept. The little boy's warmth was so close, even his breath felt so close. And soon, he would officially become his teammate.

A faint sense of unreality rose in Ling's heart. He couldn't help but raise his hand and pinch his fingertips.

“…”It hurts.

Ling Yin stared at the coffee table for a moment, his right hand hanging down. A faint nail mark remained on the tip of his index finger.

Zhou Si and Zhang Songji hurt each other with their words for more than 20 minutes, and finally Zhang Songji was so angry that he could not speak with his words: "Okay, I'm going to give Burst to you."

Zhou Si hung up the phone with a grim smile, then quickly composed himself and turned around gently and amiably: "......?"

Zhou Si walked closer and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

Ling Yin shook his head and said, "Bring him a blanket. He's not comfortable sleeping like this."

Qu Xing seemed to be unconscious, sleeping in the DL lounge. Zhou Si felt very distressed. He didn't know what had happened to this child that made him so sleepy. He took someone to clean up the room and quickly packed up the necessary things. He prepared to go to the lounge to tell everyone to go to bed.

As a result, I saw the DL players who had just returned standing there in a circle like stupid chickens.

Le Anyi looked ferocious, but his heart was pure, so pure that it was almost silly, to the point where his features had transformed into a delightfully cute clay statue. He stared at the group on the sofa for a long time before saying, "What's this?"

The boy slept without any movement. His face exposed outside the blanket was flawless. His dazzling facial features looked somewhat well-behaved because his eyes were closed, and his long eyelashes did not tremble at all.

Another hand dangled from the edge of the blanket.

Le Anyi didn't know what he was thinking. He suddenly turned to Ling Yin, who was sitting on the other side calmly playing with his phone and said, "Captain, you ordered a one-to-one figurine because you can't get the love you want?"

Ling Yin: “…”

"Hiss." Jiang Lin also stared straight at the person on the sofa. Without turning his head, he elbowed him and said, "What are you talking about? Xiao Yinyin wouldn't do it with his eyes closed, stupid."

Zhou Si also punched them one by one and scolded them in a breath: "Keep your voice down!"

Le Anyi opened his mouth wide: "Is this a real person?"

He Weichen: "Idiot."

Le Anyi didn't want to refute He Weichen. He opened his mouth and scanned Qu Xing with his eyes, "So?"

Zhou Si boasted: "That's right. We have a new AD."

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" Le Anyi suddenly jumped up, sliding on his knees in celebration with his fat body. Zhou Si slapped him across the face, causing him to stumble. Only then did he remember to keep his voice down. He celebrated in a low voice: "Yeah~Yeah~Yeah~Oh, oh ...

Celebrating was not enough, he moved closer to Qu Xing, squatted down and stared at him. He couldn't help but touch him.

No response.

Le Anyi touched it again.

Qu Xing frowned and buried his head in the blanket.

Le Anyi seemed to have seen some rare species and turned around and said, "It's alive."

He Weichen couldn't help but say: "You really are an idiot."

"Let's go." Zhou Si pushed everyone: "Stop arguing here and get out first."

Ling Yin didn't move. Seeing that the group of people were finally about to leave, she turned her head to continue admiring the sleeping face of the little boy. She also took out her cell phone and took a few photos from different angles.

Suddenly, a quarrel was heard from the training room next door.

Coach Zhao Hui was so angry that his voice could have penetrated a wall. "So, you're saying that Dazzling had a problem that made her unable to play games, and you kept it a secret and came here to apply for a job?!"

Le Anyi stopped at the door and asked in a low voice, "What's the problem?"

No one answered.

The assistant coach's voice also became louder: "Did I say that?!"

"You said, I wonder if Dazzling has had some issues with her hands during her six months of disappearance? She wants a tryout?"

"It's a tryout! Why wouldn't someone who hasn't played a game in half a year have a tryout? Who's responsible if there are any problems during the subsequent games?"

Zhao Hui was practically laughing at his anger. "I'm telling you, Song Tianhua, if Burst hadn't played in six months, you'd let him try out, fine. But thank goodness you were able to snag Dazzling. Even if he played with one hand, he'd still be more valuable than Burst. And Dazzling's healthy and full of life. What are you speculating about?"

"Okay." Song Tianhua said, "You guys are afraid of offending people so you don't tell me. I'll tell you. I don't believe he'll turn around and leave if I give him a try."

"Wait...for you to come back!"

Five seconds later, Song Tianhua appeared at the door of the lounge.

Zhao Hui also arrived soon after.

Five or six people gathered at the door of the locker room, blocking it tightly, staring at their assistant coach with confusion and surprise.

"Move aside." Song Tianhua pushed the people aside and looked inside. When he met Qu Xing's eyes, his heart skipped a beat.

There was a person sitting on each sofa on either side of the lounge.

Ling Yin sat elegantly, looking at him quietly with her head tilted to the side, as calm and steady as ever.

Qu Xing...

Sitting cross-legged on the sofa, a few hairs sticking up from his head, and he was wrapped in a blanket. His hair should be fluffy and without any sharp edges, but upon closer inspection, his eyes were still hazy with sleepiness that had not yet dissipated.

But he smiled.

Facing Qu Xing's bright, curved eyes, Song Tianhua's doubts vanished without any reason. A voice in his heart told him: This person can't be incompetent.

After a moment of silence, Qu Xing smiled at him without any gloom, threw away the blanket and stood up.

Qu Xing: "It's probably too late for a tryout, Coach. The transfer period is almost over."

Did he hear it?

Song Tianhua was a little embarrassed and speechless for a moment.

"Let me play a round and show you if my hand is damaged." Qu Xing tilted his head: "Or if there's anything else that's damaged."

Song Tianhua: "Uh...that."

Qu Xing: "Come on."