Chapter 04 Agreement

Yuan Zhuo certainly didn’t come over to ask Qi Ji for WeChat, but he did come to see Qi Ji.

To be more precise, it wasn’t a meeting, after all, he was only slightly better than a stranger to Qi Ji.

They had no way of contact, and the few times they had met were just three games together and three handshakes (after the game, both sides had to line up and shake hands to show respect).

But tonight, on this special and glorious day, he really missed him.

So even though he knew he couldn’t see him, he left his teammates who were going to party, and as usual, he drove alone (he used to take a taxi) to the vicinity of the GF base as soon as he had the chance, and stayed in the place closest to him.

This method could not satisfy Yuan Zhuo’s desire, but he had no other choice.

But what he didn’t expect was that today was probably really his day, and he actually met Qi Ji at the gate of the base!

Yuan Zhuo tried to calm himself down despite being nervous and excited.

Following what he just said, he quickly thought about what to do next.

Yes, yes, add WeChat and ask for contact information.

He didn't even have the qualifications to approach him before, but now he is the world champion, can he get his contact information?

Apart from live broadcasts and training, Qi Ji basically doesn't go online. Game account and WeChat are his only social tools.

But even on the game account, he rarely adds others. It's not that he is so arrogant, but mainly because there are too many people adding him. In order to avoid trouble, he has long turned off the friend request function. As for the

more private WeChat, it goes without saying. Basically, only the club and a very small number of friends have it.

Qi Ji was rarely interested in people or things outside of HOW, but it was really strange that the new champion did not celebrate his victory, but came all the way here in the early morning and late at night just to ask for his WeChat.

Although there was a trace of doubt in his mind, he chose to refuse out of habit.

"I don't chat."

WeChat is just a simple contact tool for him. In addition to receiving team messages, or occasionally looking at the messages sent to him by Zhang Huayu or Zhuoyu, he never chats with anyone.

Ah, being rejected, although it was expected, Yuan Zhuo couldn't help feeling a little disappointed in his heart.

He knew that his behavior was really abrupt and even a little disgusting.

Put yourself in his shoes. If he were Qi Ji, and the person opposite him had just won the third championship he had pursued for many years, and then ran in front of him and did such a puzzling thing, he would still feel uncomfortable no matter how generous he was.

But for Yuan Zhuo, Qi Ji was the one he had longed for for many years.

Even though he knew that it was inappropriate for him to do so, he was still unwilling to miss this opportunity that was a coincidence and a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Seeing that Qi Ji was still indifferent, Yuan Zhuo gritted his teeth and decided to use his ultimate move.

He lowered his head slightly, and when he raised his head again, his eyes that were usually full of arrogance and wantonness somehow became wet and innocent, and the whole person was like a harmless and simple puppy.

"God Qi, I, I just want to ask you about the game occasionally. I will never disturb you if there is nothing wrong!"

After saying that, he pitifully stretched out two fingers to tightly pinch the corner of Qi Ji's snow-white clothes, and shook it gently twice.

"Brother, please, just add me..."

...

Unlike Yuan Zhuo's style, Qi Ji has a nearly perfect cold and beautiful face.

Born with cold white skin and staying in the training room for many years, his skin is as dry and delicate as the best white jade.

A pair of slightly upturned red phoenix eyes are extremely outstanding. When not smiling, it always gives people a feeling of being in the cold winter. Only when he occasionally lowers his eyes, the long eyelashes will cover up the coldness a little.

The rosy lips are almost the only bright color on his face, and the perfectly curved nose makes this face 360 ​​degrees flawless.

But despite his appearance, Qi Ji has been involved in e-sports since he was 16, has never been in love, and has very little contact with the opposite sex.

The people around him are basically of the same sex, and either they are afraid of him and dare not talk to him, or they are sweet-mouthed and unrestrained e-sports players.

Brother... At this moment, only these two words echo in his ears.

In his limited 24 years of life, no one, whether male or female, has ever called him like this to his face... A magical current flows through his body.

If Qi Ji was not naturally calm enough, he might really not be able to manage his expression well.

He calmly looked at the pair of wet and innocent eyes like a puppy so close to him, and then looked at the two stubborn fingers on the corner of his clothes.

This was all too weird.

But what was even stranger was that, although the words of refusal were on his lips, he did not say them for the first time.

The scene seemed to be frozen...

But fortunately, Qi Ji did not like to get entangled, and in his heart, there was nothing more important than completing daily training.

His brain quickly calculated how much training time would be wasted if he refused again and melt pulled again. After hesitating for the last moment, he took out his mobile phone as if possessed by a spirit.

Seeing that he was about to achieve his goal, the moisture in Yuan Zhuo's eyes evaporated instantly, bursting out with dry and burning joy.

If he wasn't afraid that Qi Ji would think he was a fool and not want to talk to him in the future, he could really happily "woof woof" on the spot!

Fearing that the person in front of him would regret it in the next second, he quickly took out his mobile phone, unlocked it, and showed the WeChat QR code, holding it high in front of him, with a bright voice carrying the cleanliness and vitality unique to teenagers.

"Thank you, brother!"

Qi Ji was not used to anyone calling him brother, not to mention that Yuan Zhuo's way of calling him always made him feel strange.

But as for what was strange, he didn't delve into it. Anyway, they wouldn't have more intersections in the future except for the competition.

After quickly scanning the QR code and clicking to add people, he nodded lightly, and no longer gave Yuan Zhuo any chance to entangle, and turned to walk upstairs.

If possible, Yuan Zhuo would certainly like to stay with Qi Ji for a while longer, but there is a long time to come, and it is better to quit while he is ahead. So he did not try to keep Qi Ji, but just shouted happily at his back.

"Thank you for your hard work, brother. We can row in pairs sometime!"

Qi Ji neither nodded nor shook his head, but continued walking quietly.

But this did not stop Yuan Zhuo from being crazy with joy. This moment of unexpected encounter made him feel happier and more satisfied than winning the world championship.

He obviously just wanted to try his luck and see if he could see him, but now he not only saw him, but also got his WeChat. This is simply making a fortune!

Not caring about the biting cold wind in the north at night, Yuan Zhuo looked at the WeChat number he had just received on his phone with great cherishment.

The WeChat name is simply "Qi Ji", the profile picture is also a simple rainy day, and the circle of friends is blank, but Yuan Zhuo is like he has found some rare treasure, he keeps looking at it over and over again, and he still hasn't looked enough even when he got into the car.

He kept looking at it stupidly over and over again for more than half an hour, and finally reluctantly took his eyes off the phone.

He rolled down the car window, stretched out his arms and rested them on the car window, lying on it and staring at a lighted window on the fifth floor of the base.

He knew that was the training room of the GF team HOW branch, and the person he liked was there.

Yes, Yuan Zhuo likes Qi Ji.

It's not the kind of love and admiration that fans have for their idols, but the kind of love that men have for men, wanting to be together for a lifetime.

His love for him did not involve any messy, bloody plot, but was simply love at first sight and a qualitative change that accumulated over time.

Yuan Zhuo remembered Qi Ji after accidentally seeing his first match at the age of 14.

He began to understand him, search for all his information, follow every live broadcast of his, and watch every game of his.

Until he was 16, he finally realized that his love for him was no longer a simple pursuit of an idol.

He fell in love with him, and that feeling was like spring rain meeting the sun, the throbbing of first love, and the uncontrollable desire.

So after completing the agreement with his parents, he finally came to him.