Chapter 37 Who gave you the order to use wheat bran KP...?
The three people in the training room were as follows: Nan Zhiyi stood there like a puppet, He Zhou's smile was frozen on his face, and only You Xin looked normal. He even had the mind to take the phone that Nan Zhiyi was using to broadcast live.
It looks like if he doesn't help pick it up, this phone is definitely going to fall to the ground and die on the spot.
The live stream chat was flooded with comments like a storm. You Xin glanced at them and caught a few words like "Who is the sister-in-law?", "What sister-in-law?", and "I'm so scared!", accompanied by a screen full of question marks.
In the end, He Zhou reacted quickly.
"Bro! Sorry!" He held up the half-full cup of milk tea in his hand, the lid off. "I'll punish myself with a cup first, okay? I really didn't know you guys were live streaming."
He Zhou tilted his head back and downed his milk tea in one gulp. Then he leaned closer to Nan Zhiyi's phone screen, examining it with great curiosity: "Can I see what the live stream looks like? To be honest, I've never seen a big streamer's live stream before—wow! So many people! Hi! Hello! Good afternoon, everybody! Um, I was just joking, don't take it to heart. What do you mean by trying to cover something up? It's fake, fake! How could it be my real sister-in-law, hahaha..."
"..."
The more they try to explain, the worse it gets.
Nan Zhiyi no longer had the courage to look at what the comments were saying.
You Xin looked slightly disgusted and pushed He Zhou away from the screen: "Two more people will be here in a bit."
He Zhou clapped his hands: "Oh right! The other two people in your team... Meng Shen will be coming, right? Can I get his autograph? He's my idol!!"
He Zhou also plays ROE, and is a secondary carry player. He greatly admires Song Meng, who once won four league championships.
"Go talk to him yourself."
He Zhou chuckled twice, rubbing his hands shyly, and said, "Um... could you ask for it for me? Meng Shen has been gone for so long, I feel a little embarrassed."
"What's there to be embarrassed about?" You Xin gave him a disdainful look. "You're not gay."
Nan Zhiyi: "…………"
That's it. He could see the barrage of comments explode out of the corner of his eye.
If he weren't face-to-face with You Xin right now, he would have quickly opened WeChat and typed a message reminding the other person to watch their words—but now You Xin was only half a meter away from him.
Nan Zhiyi stood motionless, pretending that she hadn't heard anything.
He Zhou completely ignored You Xin's sarcasm, put the empty milk tea cup on the table, checked his phone, and suddenly said, "Oh right, I was so focused on the venue that I almost forgot about this—here, your dog. It just arrived yesterday."
He placed his phone in front of the two of them, and Nan Zhiyi naturally leaned over to look. She discovered it was a video of a little white dog wagging its tail at the camera in a cage, and it looked a little bigger than before.
"Little Kenken!" he exclaimed in surprise, "You brought it back too?"
You Xin explained, "The procedures are very complicated and will take more than a month. I left in a hurry before, so I can only ask someone to bring it back later."
"Then should we take it home to raise?" Nan Zhiyi was a little too happy, probably because it meant that You Xin would no longer run around and could focus on the competition. He couldn't help but say, "We should be able to raise another one at home."
Suddenly, his hand, which was hanging by his side, was touched.
Nan Zhiyi turned her head and saw You Xin exchange a subtle glance with him off-camera.
He then realized he was still live-streaming and almost let something slip, so he stopped himself from saying anything.
[Home? What home? Who can I have?]
[Where are you looking?]
[What can I do? Host, say something! I'm so anxious!]
【What are you two up to today?! Are you crazy?! Who gave you guys this bran KPI to meet?!】
Nan Zhiyi shut her mouth and pretended to be mute. He Zhou was still oblivious to the undercurrents: "I had them send your little dog Bao to the estate. It's nearby anyway. I brought him over to show you?"
Nan Zhiyi was about to say "okay" when You Xin said, "No need."
"I'll go see it myself in a few days. You can take care of it for me in the meantime."
He Zhou: "Oh, so heartless? Let me tell you, this is called abandonment! If you don't have time to raise someone, why did you bring them home in the first place!"
"They were originally puppies born to a friend's dog. There were too many of them, and I was just helping to raise one."
"Really?" He Zhou raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you say before that you specifically asked someone else to buy it, saying you really wanted to raise it—"
"Alright," You Xin interrupted him abruptly.
He frowned slightly: "If you want to pick it up, then go ahead and do it—why didn't I realize you talked so much nonsense before?"
He Zhou suddenly gave Nan Zhiyi a meaningful look, then burst into laughter, patted You Xin on the shoulder, and turned to leave happily. It was unclear what he was so amused about.
Nan Zhiyi looked at He Zhou's back with a puzzled expression, then at You Xin, who stood straight in place with an inscrutable look on his face.
He felt a strange urge to laugh. Just then, a comment appeared on the screen: "Please, streamer, we won't laugh at you anymore, come back into the camera." You Xin saw it and called out to him, "Come a little closer, your fans want to see you."
Nan Zhiyi had no choice but to slowly walk over from off-camera. You Xin returned the phone to him.
The screen of the mobile phone live stream was very small, and it was obvious that it couldn't fit two people when held up in one hand, especially since the person next to him was half a head taller than him.
Nan Zhiyi was wondering whether to turn the screen horizontally when suddenly, her shoulder felt heavy.
—You Xin leaned her head on his shoulder with perfect ease, bringing her close to the screen, using this intimate posture to decipher the rapidly scrolling text on the screen.
"'What have you been up to lately?' The competition? You can watch it by searching 'Star Cup' on Stars." He drew out his words slightly. "'Why are you playing in the Streamer Cup?' Because I like it. 'Was the puppy a freebie or bought?'...What's it to you?"
They actually started asking and answering questions from the comments section.
Nan Zhiyi: "..."
Whether it was sensing that his body was stiffening or noticing his intention to escape, You Xin chatted with the viewers while gently pinching his fingers out of the camera's view, as if reminding him—"Do you still remember why you started broadcasting today?"
Nan Zhiyi bit her lip and had no choice but to cooperate and maintain the position. A few strands of You Xin's long hair were about to fall into his collar with his movements, making him feel a little itchy.
[I'm stunned, what's going on?]
[Straight men's BL (Boys' Love) is just so shameless, hahaha]
Not a straight man
Not wheat bran
Yes, from what I've observed, the two of you are very likely a couple. ^^
[Can't the fans in Angel's livestream show some respect for others? Can't Yux just be friends? Just because someone is a little close to someone doesn't mean they're gay.]
[Could you please ask your son to remove his head from my son's body before saying that?]
【Does he really think we viewers who watch livestreams don't watch the matches? Yux's germaphobia persona has always been deeply ingrained in people's minds, so what, it's not like he's the type to wipe his peripherals with wet wipes for ages just because someone touched them?】
The comments section was buzzing with excitement, while Nan Zhiyi in front of the screen was fully demonstrating the ultimate art of selling bromance—selective blindness.
However, the person next to him didn't seem to share that idea.
"'What exactly is your relationship with Angel Yi?'" You Xin not only didn't pretend to be blind, but also insisted on picking out and reading these sensitive comments. After a moment's thought, he said, "What kind of answer do you want to hear? Friends? Or, well, for example, a relationship where we've slept together?"
【？】
【？？？？？？】
A loud "bang" was heard.
The phone slipped from Nan Zhiyi's hand and fell straight to the ground.
But he didn't have time to pick them up at that moment.
"What...what nonsense are you talking about?" Nan Zhiyi's head was buzzing, as if a thunderbolt had just exploded in his ears. He opened his eyes wide and looked at You Xin, asking incredulously.
You Xin gave me a look that said, "I didn't do anything." He continued, "Last time you drank too much, I took care of you for the whole night."
"………………" Nan Zhiyi was utterly dumbfounded. He stared at the other person, and it took him a long time to find his voice. "Then, you have to be clear next time! That's called 'sleeping together,' not that…"
His mind was still mostly blank, and he was practically babbling incoherently, trying to find an excuse for his earlier lapse in composure: "Ugh! I can't explain it to you! What if the moderators come and ban my live stream later!"
"I'm sorry," You Xin said to him without any remorse, winking at him out of the camera's view, as if to say "just this once," before bending down to pick up his phone for him.
He glanced at the completely frenzied chat in the live stream and said, "I was just joking with your comments."
Nan Zhiyi took a deep breath. He no longer wanted to speak—most of the reason was because he was scared.
You Xin continued chatting with the live chat as if nothing had happened: "'Didn't we agree to play for another year?' Aren't we still playing now? 'Why aren't you back in training?'... Why don't you go ask Yang Lei why he's holding onto my contract and trying to loan me out to MTT?"
Perhaps because he wasn't in his own live stream, this person became increasingly unrestrained in his speech, and the topics he discussed became more and more dangerous.
A new round of question marks appeared in the comments section.
[MTT? ??? MTT is at the bottom of the league this year, right? Sending their best player to be the carry? I'm going crazy!]
[MTT was also at the bottom of the standings last year...they didn't even make the playoffs.]
[Damn, isn't this just plain disgusting?]
[You accuse others of withholding your contract with just a few words? Don't you need evidence to back up your claims? You only show up whenever CG has a competition; have you forgotten how to operate independently after leaving your former company?]
You Xin clearly saw the comment. He raised an eyebrow and was about to say something when Nan Zhiyi's "selective blindness" miraculously disappeared, and she quickly sent the commenter a permanent ban.
Finally, he would pretend to be serious and emphasize: "Don't stir up trouble in my live stream."
Yu Xin stood to the side, a smug grin spreading across his face, his expression clearly saying "Serves him right."
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It took He Zhou half an hour to go back and forth. When he got downstairs, he ran into Xiao Yu and Song Meng who were coming over.
As the three of them went upstairs together, Nan Zhiyi had just made an excuse to turn off the live stream. He was genuinely afraid that You Xin and the comments in his live stream would start fighting again, or that some more outrageous things would come out. Besides, he had more or less achieved the purpose of starting the live stream today.
The fans left, bored, and for the first time, they said goodbye with lingering fear, not with reluctance.
He Zhou was chatting enthusiastically with Song Meng, and it seemed he had already gotten an autograph. Meanwhile, the puppy Keng Keng was being awkwardly held in Xiao Yu's arms. As soon as he appeared, he whispered for help, "Brother Yi, Brother Yi, can you help me take it away? It's been licking my face!"
Nan Zhiyi walked over and picked up the puppy. The puppy seemed to recognize his scent and began licking his neck vigorously, causing him to back away repeatedly.
Xiaoyu watched with lingering fear: "Is this Brother You's dog? What breed is it? It's so, so enthusiastic, it scared me to death."
“Samoyed,” Nan Zhiyi replied, holding the dog, Kenen, close to his face. “Just like my character, isn’t it especially cute?”
Little Fish suddenly realized: "No wonder it looked familiar!"
After finishing their conversation, Song Meng joined in, asking, "Did Xiao You bring the dog over?"
You Xin nodded.
"I've heard that Samoyeds are very outgoing and friendly to everyone. They don't really recognize their owners." Song Meng stretched out the dog to Nan Zhiyi, who handed it to him. Sure enough, the dog nibbled at him for a bit and then immediately started licking his face enthusiastically. "Ouch!"
The little fish next to her was already looking around the training room: "Wow... this is our training ground? It's so beautiful!"
The boss, He Zhou, immediately puffed out his chest and said, "It's a package deal, brother. Remember to promote it for me later!"
Song Meng sat down in his seat with his dog in his arms: "It really brings back memories of the days when I used to play in internet cafe tournaments."
Yu Hsin has now stepped out of the "bromance" role and returned to his normal self: "The environment probably wasn't this good back then."
“Of course, it’s just a run-down base, and sometimes the power goes out suddenly,” Song Meng said. “You’re talking about that feeling, the kind where everyone plays games together happily, without really caring about winning or losing… I mean, without really caring!” He noticed the look You Xin was giving him.
The "internet cafe tournament" that Song Meng mentioned wasn't a real internet cafe tournament. He joined the league very early on, and was among the oldest players. In the early days of the league, training conditions were poor, and all the teams were just making do. The league wasn't as popular as it is now; the main thing was that as long as you had electricity, internet, and food, you could survive.
"It's not like later in the league. Back then, I was always worried about making mistakes. When picking, I would think about how to play without getting scolded. If we were at a disadvantage, everyone would run away as fast as they could, afraid of losing and taking the blame..."
Song Meng murmured to himself, as if lost in memories.
"I'm not afraid to take the blame!" Xiaoyu suddenly shouted, as if she were about to make some kind of solemn oath, her voice so loud that it startled everyone.
Upon seeing this, he quickly covered his mouth.
Nan Zhiyi glanced at him with amusement: "Don't worry, Meng Ge, I'm not afraid either."
You Xin shrugged: "If I were afraid, I wouldn't be here."
"Hey, you guys," He Zhou looked at them, puzzled. "Did you come here to hold a rally?"
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The offline competition of the Juxing Cup officially started on April 4th, during the Qingming Festival holiday.
Overall, the offline tournament schedule and preparation time were not long, and many teams did not specifically seek out offline venues for training. However, Nan Zhiyi was not thinking about the Juxing Cup, but rather the Contenders Cup a month later, a competition where she would compete against professional teams.
That's when small-scale training can actually be effective.
However, he discovered that some teams seemed to be preparing just as diligently.
"I heard that Xiaolingdang found a coach and two analysts for their team, and they've created a small training team." On the 1st, after the morning training session, Xiaoyu whispered to everyone, "He said it's a team that used to coach in the secondary league..."
He finished speaking nervously, only to find that the three people in front of him remained unmoved.
Nan Zhiyi gave a slight response: "Hmm, it's good?"
Little Fish: "...?"
“Actually, many coaches in the secondary leagues are just average,” Song Meng explained kindly from the side. “Especially coaches that seem to be unwanted even by the secondary leagues. Let’s not even talk about the secondary leagues… just look at the leagues, look at ZDS, do you think his coaching level is good? The victims are still sitting here.” He glanced at You Xin.
Little Fish: "..."
That seems to make sense.
Song Meng laughed and said, "Besides, we already have a gold medal coach in our team. Putting aside any personal grudges, Xiao Yi's level is much better than ZDS's."
"If we could get help from the training camp, that would be great too," You Xin suddenly said. "That would reduce Nan Zhiyi's pressure a lot."
What he said makes sense. In the current team, Nan Zhiyi is busy studying the draft picks and post-match analysis, plus she bears a lot of pressure as the main carry, so she spends most of her time overwhelmed.
But rather than trying to find another coach of unknown ability, Nan Zhiyi prefers to maintain the status quo, especially since his teammates will share a lot of the burden in terms of training and matches: "It's okay, I can still handle this intensity."
"And then what?" You Xin asked.
Nan Zhiyi knew he was referring to the upcoming Contenders Cup. He looked at him and said, "You'll be playing the carry role after that, which will reduce the pressure on me a lot. You can definitely carry us, right?"
You Xin looked into his bright, expectant eyes. No one could utter a word of refusal when looked at by such eyes.
Finally, he paused for a moment, not refuting the other person's statement, but simply nodded slightly.
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Author's Note: Actually, sleeping together is also terrifying (for fans).
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