Chapter 23 He hopes
First of all, he didn't dislike Yuan Zhuo, even when they were not familiar with each other at the beginning, he didn't dislike him.
Secondly, he would not let him lose his dignity.
But since his brother said this about him, doesn't it also reflect from the side that as a friend, he always enjoys his efforts, but rarely does anything for him, so he left such a bad impression on his relatives?
After self-reflection, Qi Ji decided that in the future, besides training and competition, he would also try to do something for Yuan Zhuo to make him happy, just like this time he came to Haicheng in advance to watch his finals.
Yuan Zhuo's purpose was just to take the opportunity to act coquettishly, rub against each other, and offset the wrong things he did when he was drunk.
If he knew that Qi Ji had so many thoughts in his mind, he would probably shout to the sky excitedly - hard work will pay off, and hard work will definitely be rewarded!
So Yuan Zhuo, who didn't know all this, just took the opportunity to hug Qi Ji again, and then rubbed his fair and warm neck and acted coquettishly.
"Anyway, I will be good in the future, brother, don't dislike me."
Qi Ji didn't know what would happen in the future, but probably nothing would happen that touched the principles, and they would be friends until he achieved his goal.
"Yeah."
After getting the answer he wanted, Yuan Zhuo happily bent his puppy eyes, rubbed Qi Ji stickyly for a while, and then ran to the bathroom virtuously, and then ran back quickly with the hair dryer.
"Brother, let me blow your hair."
As he said that, he pressed Qi Ji on the chair, and his slender and powerful fingers passed through his soft and dark hair, blowing it carefully bit by bit.
Qi Ji did not resist, but felt that friends should be equal. Yuan Zhuo was just a childish kid from a wealthy family, but he was willing to do all this for him. As an elder, he seemed to be supposed to do more and better.
Qi Ji did not have the habit of dyeing his hair. He always had medium-short black hair, with a little side bangs in the front at most.
Maybe if you like a person, you will like everything about him, even his hair. Yuan Zhuo liked him very much, and even felt a little disgusted that his own silver hair did not match his black hair at all.
"Brother, why don't I dye my hair back to black!"
If he styles his hair the same as his brother's, wouldn't they have a couple hairstyle?
Regarding appearance and dress, there aren't so many rules in the e-sports circle. Everyone has hair of all colors, and Qi Ji never paid attention to these things.
But after taking a look at Yuan Zhuo's bold and eye-catching silver hair, he unexpectedly felt that it suited him very well, and he probably dyed it because he liked it.
"It's fine now."
Hearing his brother complimenting him, Yuan Zhuo's mood naturally blossomed again, and he decided to be merciful and let the silver hair live for a while longer.
The slender fingers continued to shuttle gently through the hair in his memory. Although he had never served anyone since he was a child, Yuan Zhuo felt that he was the happiest person in the world at this moment.
...
Qi Ji was a little tired after rushing here from Zhaocheng during the day and being tormented by the naughty kids at night.
After blowing his hair and lying on the bed, he closed his eyes tiredly.
"Go to sleep."
Although he was still a little drunk, Yuan Zhuo was not sleepy, and even a little too energetic.
He wanted to ask his brother why he suddenly came to watch his game. Didn't they agree to meet the day after tomorrow?
He also gave him a prize. Was it a surprise arranged in advance? Did
he play well?
Is he happy to win the championship?
He had many questions to ask him, but looking at his quiet but tired sleeping face, Yuan Zhuo decided to keep silent and ask tomorrow.
Of course, he would not wrong himself. He approached Qi Ji and asked in a low voice.
"Brother, I have a headache. Can I hold you while you sleep?"
Qi Ji was really tired, and his consciousness was a little fuzzy. After vaguely hearing Yuan Zhuo's words, he didn't say anything, but just stretched out his arms instinctively.
Taking this as an answer of agreement, Yuan Zhuo immediately and happily arched into Qi Ji's arms, and rubbed his neck again and again out of habit, as if rubbing it would never be enough.
Arms gently wrapped around Qi Ji's thin waist, quietly breathing in the unique scent emanating from him, Yuan Zhuo was extremely satisfied.
He really had to work harder, so that he would have the opportunity to hold his brother and sleep for the rest of his life!
...
The next morning, Qi Ji was awakened by the heat.
After opening his eyes, the unfamiliar environment made him a little confused. It took him a while to realize that he was not in the dormitory of the base, but in Haicheng.
At the same time, he also found the "culprit" who woke him up due to the heat, and it was Yuan Zhuo who was clinging to him.
The indoor air-conditioning was obviously only 25 degrees, not too cold or too hot, but he was like a stove, and even made Qi Ji sweat.
I don’t know if it’s because of the habit of being a parent that there will be some "sequelae". Qi Ji’s first reaction was not to push Yuan Zhuo away, but to worry about whether he had a fever?
After touching Yuan Zhuo’s forehead and feeling that the temperature was not that high, Qi Ji was relieved.
Gently, he wanted to pull away Yuan Zhuo’s arm, leave his confinement, and go to the bathroom to wash and tidy himself up.
But Yuan Zhuo was hugging him too tightly, and Qi Ji's actions not only did not shake him at all, but instead startled him, making him hug him tighter, and his face kept rubbing against his neck.
"Brother..."
Hugging, rubbing, both are fine, but...
...
Qi Ji didn't know what to say, so he could only close his eyes again, then pulled him away with force and sat up from the bed.
Originally, he was still dreaming about being intimate with Qi Ji, but suddenly the baby in his arms disappeared, and Yuan Zhuo was directly awakened by the shock.
After waking up, he was still a little confused, as if he didn't know what happened.
"Brother, what's wrong?"
Qi Ji certainly wouldn't say what was wrong, and this... was also a normal physiological phenomenon, and it couldn't be said that he did anything wrong.
"It's okay, it's time to get up."
But Yuan Zhuo didn't want to think about it. He slept very late last night, and now that his precious wife was by his side, he didn't want to think about it even more.
He rubbed against Qi Ji again, hugging him and half sitting on the edge of the bed, feeling warm and lazy.
"Brother, stay with me to sleep for a while."
The morning light was just right, and it was a rare moment of comfort, away from some embarrassing situations. Qi Ji didn't mind staying with him for a while.
Probably still in a daze, Yuan Zhuo didn't pay attention to himself, and just wanted to take the opportunity to act coquettishly with Qi Ji.
Rubbing his cheek against his abdomen, he asked in a hoarse voice one by one the doubts that had been accumulating in his heart.
"Brother, didn't we agree to meet the day after tomorrow? Why did you come early?"
For Qi Ji, this decision was temporary, but also part of the plan.
In the plan, it means that since the day he had a dispute with the management, Yuan Zhuo flew over overnight to accompany him to spend that special night in order to make him happy. After their relationship progressed, Qi Ji had the idea of doing something to make Yuan Zhuo happy.
Temporary, it was because he was really lacking in experience in making friends, and it suddenly occurred to him that if he appeared in Yuan Zhuo's finals, he should be happy.
If he won the championship, he could send him his blessings, and if he unexpectedly failed, he could also comfort him with his rich experience in the competition.
Qi Ji never lied, and he told the truth about this.
"I want to make you happy."
Hearing this, sweetness and joy immediately spread from Yuan Zhuo's heart to his whole body. He felt like he had fallen into a honey pot, so sweet.
"Oh, did brother plan the award ceremony in advance? Uh, but what if I don't win the championship?"
Unless there is a huge difference in strength, the situation on the field can be said to change rapidly.
Suddenly thinking that if he accidentally didn't get the championship, Qi Ji would give the award to BQ's group of guys, Yuan Zhuo became extremely jealous and he was all over him.
I don't know if it's because of practice, but Qi Ji, who has always been insensitive to other people's emotions, actually saw Yuan Zhuo's jealousy at the first time.
So, he is really a primary school student, a childish guy, right?
With a little smile in his eyes, he lowered his eyes and coaxed him softly.
"There was no plan in advance. I just went to watch you compete, but was caught by the director."
Without waiting for Qi Ji to continue explaining, Yuan Zhuo quickly and accurately grasped a key point and cleverly guessed the correct direction of the matter.
"So, brother originally just came to watch me compete secretly, but was accidentally discovered by the official and temporarily served as the award-giving guest. If I didn't win the championship, would brother still play?"
Looking at his bright and expectant eyes, Qi Ji once again said the answer he wanted to hear the most.
"No."
This is exactly the case. The prerequisite for him to agree to the official is that MG wins the championship. He just wants to present him with the championship trophy.
Hearing this, the joy in Yuan Zhuo's heart once again climbed to a new height.
So, to him, he is important and special, right? !
After all, Qi Ji has never watched anyone's game specifically, nor has he been a guest of honor for anyone. Only he made him do this!
At this moment, Yuan Zhuo really didn't know what words to use to express his feelings, and could only express it through actions.
He stood up from his knees, and suddenly threw himself on Qi Ji, pressing him down. Like a big dog, he rubbed his neck crazily and swore to him.
"Brother, if I treat you badly in the future, let me die miserably."
Yuan Zhuo knew that life was long and the path of life would change in a thousand ways, but he was confident and ready to love him for the rest of his life.
Unless, he didn't want him.
Even though Qi Ji was slow and dull, he could tell that there was something wrong with these words, but at the same time, he was not right either.
He did not focus on whether these words were used in the wrong situation or for the wrong person, but felt that the words "will not die well" made him very uncomfortable.
Yuan Zhuo, he did nothing wrong, he should live smoothly in this world.
Pinching his neck, Qi Ji taught him for the first time with displeasure.
"Children should not talk nonsense all day long."
Most 18-year-old boys probably eagerly hope that they can quickly grow into a real man, and at the same time they also hate others treating them like children.
But if it was Qi Ji, Yuan Zhuo would not care.
In his opinion, it is not true that one is mature and a man just because he says so. It depends on what he thinks and does when facing difficulties and problems.
Moreover, if being treated as a child can gain his brother's love, he will not mind it.
Sooner or later, his brother will know that he is a real man, a man he can rely on and a strong backer.
"The most important thing is that you have to believe in my determination. I will do it for you."
If one year is not enough, then two years. If two years are not enough, then ten years. If ten years are not enough, then a lifetime. He wishes he could be entangled with Qi Ji for the rest of his life.
Qi Ji certainly did not understand the meaning of his words. He just thought he was a child and was talking nonsense.
The atmosphere became relaxed and beautiful, and the two of them lay down comfortably and continued to chat.
They talked about the days they had been apart, every detail of the Z Cup finals, the development of HOW and e-sports, the past, and the future.
Of course, it was mainly about Yuan Zhuo's future. Qi Ji knew very well that his own future had only that one ending.
Time passed quietly in such comfort and beauty, until Qi Ji felt a little hungry, and then he pushed Yuan Zhuo to get up.
"Get up."
Seeing that it was almost noon, Yuan Zhuo would not stay in bed any more, and he could not let his wife get hungry.
After getting up quickly, he pulled Qi Ji stickyly to go wash up together.
Looking at the mirror, they brushed their teeth side by side, just like the morning of every ordinary couple, and he smiled so hard that his eyes could hardly close.
He hoped that they could have countless mornings like this until death took them away together.
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