Chapter 4 "Thank you for coming to watch my match."...
#yux Angel's Will#
In just three days, this topic has already trended on social media twice.
Clicking into the entry, the most popular Weibo post only has one sentence and one picture.
[This is terrifying! I thought Yux would never use such an emoji in his life...]
The accompanying image is a screenshot of a cute cat emoji posted by the CG.Y.letter account.
Meanwhile, on the game forum, the post titled "A professional leaked information saying there's something going on in the CG" that was published a couple of days ago has been bumped up again.
CP fans took advantage of the chaos to ship the couple, while solo fans argued loudly that "yux only saw the witch's chapter on the other's homepage and acted so close out of respect for the expert," and so on.
After a heated discussion that lasted for thousands of posts, a consensus was finally reached in the thread, thanks to the majority of solo fans: the incident was purely coincidental, and neither of them knew who the other was.
—Let alone a smurf account, back at the beginning of previous seasons, Angel's main account did run into Yux. At that time, Yux was streaming and his screen was flooded with his name, but he remained silent from beginning to end, without any reaction.
Isn't it obvious that they're not familiar with each other?
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However, doesn't anyone find Yux's apology Weibo post hilarious?
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[@CG.Yux: @Stars-秋城主 I'm sorry, I shouldn't have typed those sarcastic words. As a professional player, beating a streamer is nothing to brag about.]
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…………
That's weird.
But I can't quite put my finger on what's wrong.
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This livestream controversy ultimately ended with yux and Qiu Cheng issuing apology statements to each other on Weibo.
It is still unknown whether Yux himself has been affected, but Qiu Cheng has been bombarded with criticism from CG fans, who mocked him for "thinking he had picked an easy target, but he ended up kicking a steel plate." In the end, he had to cancel his trip to watch the finals.
Those who had stirred up trouble on the youth training Weibo account realized they had targeted the wrong person, deleted their comments, and ran away, leaving him alone to face the fans' wrath. For several days in a row, Nan Zhiyi saw Qiu Cheng pacing around the house with a sullen face and without saying a word.
But since he was in the wrong first, Nan Zhiyi just tried her best not to bring up the topic in front of him.
Finally, Qiu Cheng packed his bags and left, saying he was going to take a break from broadcasting for a while and go back to his hometown to relax.
Saying it was to relax, but actually it was to avoid the limelight during this period.
On October 26, the ROE World Invitational Tournament Finals officially opened in N City.
Nan Zhiyi worked hard and made up for the month's live streaming hours three days in advance. He also contacted a pet store to board his bird for a week. Finally, the day before the competition started, he flew to N City with Pigeon and his friend Song Baiyu.
The person who came to pick them up was Song Baiyu's older brother, Song Meng.
Song Meng was tall and imposing, standing out among the crowd of people waiting to greet him at the airport. He wore a black beanie, with the lower half of his face completely covered by a mask, revealing only his strong features and giving him a somewhat serious appearance at first glance.
Song Baiyu spotted him immediately. He was wearing a heavy down jacket and sporting a perm. He rushed over in a few strides, looking like a rolling ball of fluff: "Brother!!"
Nan Zhiyi followed behind, and through layers of clothing, she let out a muffled "Hello, Brother Meng".
Upon seeing them, Song Meng immediately smiled and said, "You're here?"
When he smiled, he no longer appeared serious. Instead, a faint sense of weariness spread across his face.
"Why are you all dressed like this, with one, two, or three layers of armor on your faces?" As soon as they got out of the airport and into the car, Song Baiyu started complaining, "You look like Middle Eastern bandits."
Song Meng, who was removing the protective gear from his face, chuckled upon hearing this: "I didn't want anyone to see me, but Xiao Yi, why are you dressed like this too?"
Like many former star players, Song Meng once played for the CG team as a secondary carry, partnering with Nova, CG's most famous main carry and a world champion and runner-up in the World Championship. Last year, he announced his retirement on social media.
Before Nan Zhiyi could speak, Song Baiyu preemptively answered, "He was also afraid of being seen by Yux fans."
Song Meng paused for a moment: "yux? Is it the yux I'm thinking of?"
“Yes, it’s Yux, the guy who was on your team before,” Song Baiyu said. “Their fans are so outrageous, they’ll start arguing just if their names are in the same frame! If anyone sees that Nan Zhiyi went to watch Yux’s game… hey! She’ll be trending on Weibo tomorrow!”
After listening for a while, Song Meng finally spoke: "Am I getting old and my memory is failing me?"
“Xiaoyi,” he turned to Nan Zhiyi and said, “I remember you and Yux used to be quite close?”
“No, you’re not mistaken.” Song Baiyu blurted out, “Brother, do you remember? Me, Xiaoyi, and Yux, the three of us from the first batch of youth training. I still remember that there was a time when we had to reach a certain number of points before we could rest, right? They played the main carry and ranked up quickly, while we supports ranked up slowly by relying on our teammates. They always finished an hour earlier than us.”
"After each session, Yux would wait outside for Nan Zhiyi to go back to the dorm together. I've observed him several times; he doesn't use his phone or do anything else, he just stands there waiting, silently staring inside—uh-huh! Uh!!!"
Nan Zhiyi, unable to bear it any longer, covered Song Baiyu's mouth with her hand.
“Brother Meng, don’t listen to his nonsense.” He smiled at Song Meng. “Actually, it was just a little conflict later on. You Xin… we haven’t been in touch much since he joined the team.”
When Nan Zhiyi uttered the name, she even stumbled for a moment. It was a word she would see every day in her life, but it sounded almost foreign when she said it aloud.
"I see." Song Meng glanced at him in the rearview mirror, looking thoughtful.
"I still have Yux's contact information here. Would you like me to help you... clear up this misunderstanding?"
"No, no, no, no need!!" Nan Zhiyi said repeatedly.
Song Meng raised his eyebrows.
“…It’s really okay, Meng Ge.” Nan Zhiyi gave in. “I actually have his contact information too…but, well, he might not really want to make up with me.”
Suddenly, Song Baiyu loudly scoffed from the side.
"Look how cowardly you are." He shoved Nan Zhiyi. "Don't worry. Knowing Yux as I do, he absolutely, positively doesn't dislike you."
Nan Zhiyi: "?"
"Do you know what it's like when Yux really hates someone? You don't, do you?" Song Baiyu said quietly. "Anyway, I know."
“I messed up a ranked game for him before, and he messaged me privately saying he’d blocked me so we wouldn’t be matched together next time.”
Nan Zhiyi laughed for a while before saying, "It's different from your situation."
Song Meng treated the two to a meal and then drove them back to their hotel.
Before leaving, he instructed, "Take a taxi to the venue yourselves tomorrow; I won't see you off."
Nan Zhiyi asked curiously, "Brother Meng, aren't you going to watch the game?"
"I'm not going." Song Meng waved his hand. "Be careful, call me if anything happens."
His figure disappeared into the hotel corridor. Song Baiyu closed the door, sighed deeply, and turned to lie down on his bed.
"I still don't know what's wrong with him," he suddenly said. "He suddenly said he was quitting, suddenly announced his retirement, and even went abroad alone, saying he wanted to protect his privacy and didn't want others to know his current situation??"
"He said he stopped playing because his performance declined too much. But he was playing well the year before he retired, so how did he suddenly become like that in the last period?"
Nan Zhiyi walked to her bedside and sat down: "Is your brother still not planning to make a comeback?"
"What's the point of him coming back? Look at him like this. He's lost all his spirit."
Song Meng debuted at the age of 17 and joined the CG team at the age of 21. Before that, he had already won three league championships and was the undisputed number one secondary carry player among active players at the time.
Joining CG was also to try and win the world championship, which he didn't have at the time.
However, during his two years in CG competitions, Song Meng's performance declined drastically. In his final year, when he partnered with yux, the team began promoting substitutes to replace Meng in the starting lineup.
During that year's transfer window, Meng's fans did not receive any news about a transfer or contract renewal.
In the end, all that arrived was a farewell letter announcing his retirement on Weibo.
From his meteoric rise to stardom to his dismal end, Nan Zhiyi sometimes felt that Song Meng's professional career ended rather abruptly.
"I just think it's a real shame," he said. "Sometimes it's just a lack of chemistry. Maybe he could regain his form by switching teams..."
“During his last year playing, I sometimes chatted with him, and I could tell he was really tired. It's hard to describe the feeling.” Song Baiyu turned over and started playing on his phone. “Forget it, let him rest. Just consider it giving himself a break.”
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The next day, Nan Zhiyi and her companion arrived at the competition venue a little early.
The area outside the venue was already bustling with activity, and with so many people around, Song Baiyu had no choice but to join the ranks of the Middle Eastern bandits, wrapping himself up tightly.
Before entering, Nan Zhiyi turned into a nearby coffee shop and unexpectedly found Yux fans distributing support items. As he walked, he spotted a banner and mingled with the group of fans to try and get one.
However, whether it was because his faceless attire made him look like a bad guy, or for some other reason, the girl distributing the support items glanced at him and said, "You need to be level 8 in the Yux Super Topic to receive this."
Song Baiyu hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should pull down his mask to scan his face, when he saw Nan Zhiyi take out her phone and show him some page.
The young woman nodded in approval and handed him a piece of the support item she was holding.
Song Baiyu: "?"
After Nan Zhiyi returned, the two walked out one after the other.
Once the crowd had thinned out, Song Baiyu couldn't help but catch up and ask, "What did you show her just now?"
"Just the super topic level." Nan Zhiyi was completely wrapped in a scarf, her voice muffled.
"Wait, you have this thing? Level 8?"
“I have a level 12 badge in the Yux Super Topic.” Nan Zhiyi’s tone revealed a hint of pride.
Song Baiyu: "..."
Song Baiyu: "I suddenly thought of something and I really want to gossip about it right now."
Nan Zhiyi: "?"
"Regarding that voting thing from a while ago—you knew your fans would argue and stir up trouble, so why did you still vote for him for All-Star?"
Nan Zhiyi remembered what he had said.
Not long ago, he used his main account to vote for CG.Yux as "Player of the Year," and unexpectedly, his main account automatically posted a notification on Weibo.
After frantically deleting it, someone with ulterior motives took a screenshot and accused him of deliberately posting and deleting it to generate buzz.
He looked innocent: "I forgot that the poll would automatically post on Weibo after I voted."
"Why don't you just use your alternate account to vote?! Don't you have an alternate Weibo account?!"
"Of course I do!" Nan Zhiyi retorted, feeling that Song Baiyu's tone sounded like, "Can't you find water yourself if you're thirsty?" making her think he had a severe intellectual disability.
He explained clearly, "In that poll, each account can only cast one vote. I already voted with my alternate account, so I wanted to use my main account to cast another vote."
"…………" Song Baiyu felt like he was about to go crazy. "I'm speechless about you.
He completely gave up trying to figure out how Nan Zhiyi could treat a friend she had broken up with years ago with such an attitude of "seemingly avoiding her while secretly being a crazy fan".
This person's thought process is different from ordinary people. I can't understand it.
The two walked and talked, quickly arriving at Gate 1 of the venue. It was packed with fans queuing up. Although their tickets were front-row VIP tickets, the organizers were so inefficient that they hadn't even set up a VIP lane.
"Come on, come on, I'll take you in from the back." Song Baiyu pulled him along. "There are just too many people here."
Nan Zhiyi clutched the banner, a little worried: "Will we be able to get in?"
"A top 16 player's certificate is still a certificate," Song Baiyu winked at him. "It's still a long way from the start, they won't stop you from entering."
The two entered the backstage area through a small door in the staff passage. Nan Zhiyi felt inexplicably guilty and followed Song Baiyu quietly, listening as he greeted an acquaintance she didn't recognize.
He walked with his head down, staring at the tips of his shoes, thinking that no one here would recognize him.
Therefore, by the time another pair of shoes came into view, it was too late to react.
"Bang".
Nan Zhiyi bumped into the person who came, and subconsciously let go, causing the support item to fall to the ground.
at the same time.
"—Hey, a pigeon?"
A somewhat familiar voice sounded from the side.
Nan Zhiyi tilted her head slightly.
Through his dark sunglasses, he first saw CG's support player, Wind, and then his eyes met those of Song Baiyu, whose expression looked somewhat frightened.
"..."
Nan Zhiyi slowly raised her head.
That moment felt like an eternity. He felt as if every joint in his body had been frozen.
A person wearing a black and white team uniform with long hair was knocked off balance by him, and finally stopped a few centimeters away from him, looking down and glancing at him indifferently.
This person has very long eyelashes and deep black pupils. When they stare at someone, it's as if they can see through all the other person's pretenses.
Water droplets still clung to the ends of her hair and her face, as if she had just washed her face with cold water in the bathroom.
Nan Zhiyi stood there, her mind blank.
His first thought was: He looks much better in person than in photos.
Compared to before, he seems to have grown up a bit. He's lost some of his childishness and gained more handsomeness.
"I'm sorry," You Xin said after a moment.
He took a step back, bent down, and picked up the banner that had fallen to the ground.
Nan Zhiyi's gaze unconsciously followed the other person's movements, landing on the other person's well-defined and strong fingers, with a black matte ring on the index finger and a matching bracelet on the wrist. When You Xin stood up, his eyes were drawn to the silver-black cross pendant on the other person's chest.
Therefore, when the banner was handed to him, Nan Zhiyi suddenly came to his senses and realized that he had been staring at the other person like a pervert from beginning to end.
"…………"
You Xin held up the banner, his gaze falling on it, and suddenly paused for a second.
He glanced at the banner, then looked up at the person in front of him.
Whether it was her imagination or not, Nan Zhiyi thought she heard him... chuckle?
He subconsciously looked at the content on it, and then suddenly realized that, besides "CG.Yux," "Where Xin goes, he forges ahead," and a clear, large picture of the player's face, there was also a line of gold writing on the banner he had received—
A husband's good looks are a wife's glory!!!
A series of small hearts of various shapes followed.
Nan Zhiyi: "..."
Nan Zhiyi: "".
"...It's about to start. Let's go to the restroom." Wind, who was chatting with Song Baiyu on the other side, also noticed that something was wrong.
He paused for a moment, then looked at Nan Zhiyi and asked, "Is this your friend?"
Song Baiyu seemed even more nervous than Nan Zhiyi: "Yes, yes, he's my friend. You don't know him, haha."
"?" Wind looked at the two of them strangely. "What is he doing...?"
Nan Zhiyi blankly accepted the banner, her mind racing as a quirky idea popped into her head.
He stretched out his hand and pointed to his throat.
He then gestured twice more in the air.
Song Baiyu immediately understood and blurted out, "Oh, he's mute!"
w ind: "?"
You Xin: "...?"
Nan Zhiyi: "…………"
I wanted you to say I had a cold!
“Oh no, I mean…” Song Baiyu took a deep breath, “He’s actually a huge Yux fan, hahaha. He might be a little nervous meeting the real person and doesn’t know how to talk, hahahaha.”
wind: "...It seems like you've forgotten how to speak. What's wrong?"
Nan Zhiyi looked at Song Baiyu with a resentful gaze through her sunglasses.
Song Baiyu responded to his signal: "Oh, he meant... Good luck in the competition! May you achieve a resounding victory!!"
"Huh?" Wind almost laughed. "No way, Bai Yu, why are you more nervous than us when we're playing?"
Song Baiyu was almost losing control of his expression: "Because I also need to go to the bathroom... You guys hurry back to the lounge, I'm going to the stands now, bye-bye-bye!!"
As he spoke, he grabbed Nan Zhiyi's arm and prepared to make a run for it.
But at this moment...
You Xin, who had been quiet from beginning to end, suddenly stirred.
His gaze fell on the hand that Song Baiyu was holding Nan Zhiyi's, and after a long while, he spoke lightly:
"Thank you for coming to watch my match."
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Wind stood there, watching the two figures flee into the distance as if their lives depended on it, looking completely bewildered.
When he turned around, he found that his teammates were also staring in that direction.
"You know him?" Wind asked, recalling the strange situation earlier. "Is he a friend of yours?"
You Xin looked away, her expression unchanged.
"I don't know," he said.
wind: "...If I ask you yes or no, you choose or."
You Xin put his hands in his pockets, turned around, and said, "Then it's not like that."
Wind felt that all these people had taken the wrong medicine today.
CG's lounge is at the end of the corridor.
You Xin pushed open the door. C beer, who was lying on the sofa, heard the noise, looked up at him, and then looked down to continue playing on his phone.
Everyone else was doing their own thing. No one spoke in the room.
Only the coach, seeing him come in, called out to him, "Have you made up your mind?"
You Xin walked to his seat and sat down.
“I still have the same idea,” he said bluntly. “The original pick strategy was too rigid and couldn’t handle a team like OTG.”
Upon hearing this, the coach sneered: "Have you ever thought about what will happen if your teammates can't coordinate with your pick?"
You Xin's tone was equally cold: "This profession has been around for so many years, and some people still can't master it. Is that my problem?"
The coach was taken aback by what he said.
After a long pause, he said, "Isn't everything you're saying just nonsense?"
"Yux, let me make this clear." The coach crossed his arms and said, "The power to rotate players is in my hands—whether someone plays or not, and how to draft, is not up to you."
A note from the author:
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Another long chapter!
The reason why Xiaoyou wears a bunch of jingling jewelry is:
A. A must-have for trendy men
B. Worn for someone else's benefit
C. Leaders and colleagues
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