Chapter 10
Le Anyi's "punishment" took the form of tickling. Even Qu Xing's quick escape into the car and hiding behind Ling Yin was useless; he tickled her until she burst into tears. However, the punishment didn't last long, as Ling Yin's calm yet murderous gaze stopped her.
Le Anyi froze in mid-air before realizing that he had been using his body to squeeze Ling Yin.
"Hahaha, I…" Le Anyi bounced back into his seat: "Sorry, Captain, I took a shower today. Seriously!"
Ling Yin: “…”
"Or I can help you with the laundry..."
Ling Yin smiled and said, "Shut up."
"Why are you washing clothes?" Qu Xing wiped her tears and poked her head out from behind Ling Yin: "What dirty stuff did you get on Fengshen?"
Le Anyi looked at Qu Xing leaning against Ling Yin, then looked at Ling Yin's calm, unconcerned expression, and rolled his eyes inwardly: "I am that dirty thing."
Qu Xing: "...Actually, you're not that dark."
Le Anyi: “…”
"Really, it was just a lighting issue."
“…”
“Whiter than black sesame paste.”
Le Anyi jumped up: "Qu Xing!!!"
Qu Xing: "Hahahahahahahahahaha."
The next day.
As usual, Ling Yin got up well before noon. After morning exercise, he went to the training room, but it was still empty.
The layout of the AD position has changed a bit.
The mouse pad changed from the ordinary black to the girlish pink, occupying a large area of the computer desk, which made Ling Yin think of Qu Xing's pink hair when he first debuted.
The keyboard and mouse must have been custom-made; the black and blue contrasting with the pink mousepad was both stylish and adorable. Next to the computer was a green lollipop jar, lime-flavored.
I even replaced my gaming chair. It's brand new, and the color scheme looks much cleaner than the old one.
Ling Yin couldn't help but laugh. Then he felt confused. What was so funny about the same position?
After undergoing this series of transformations, Qu Xing himself never showed up. Le Anyi, before the training session even started, was still livestreaming a horror game. He got too scared to play and started chatting with the commentators.
"I don't think Dazzling is live streaming? I haven't heard he signed a live streaming contract."
"Not on base."
"I don't know where he went! How would I know? Ask, ask, ask! Does he need to report his whereabouts to me?"
"He's close to the God of Wind..." Le Anyi paused before realizing what he had said. "You bunch, get out! If you ever mention kicking someone out again in my livestream, I'll kick you out... Let's continue watching the game. Should we pick up this shovel?"
As he was playing, he got addicted to it unconsciously. Le Anyi was so scared that he bit his uneven fingernails. He looked so focused that he didn't notice that the barrage of comments changed in style after a while.
——Wow, so handsome
——Fuck my boyfriend
——Fuck my husband
——Dazzling Daddy loves you!!!
With a wicked smile in his eyes, Qu Xing slowly approached Le Anyi and said in a low voice, "What are you doing..."
“Oh shit!!”
Le Anyi screamed out, nearly jumping through the roof in fear: "What the fuck?!"
He cursed every word he said. Qu Xing said with a smile, "Can you be more civilized?"
Le Anyi's eyes lit up: "Is this the hair color you had when you broke into our lounge during the semi-finals?"
"Yeah." Qu Xing smiled. With his sparkling eyes, fair skin, and a handsome, shimmering blue-purple hairstyle, he looked like a dazzling diamond. The kind that blinded everyone.
Qu Xing: "I was forced to dye my hair back after just a few days. I still haven't had enough."
Le Anyi: "Who forced you?"
"I have to meet a relative." Qu Xing said calmly, "I dyed it back to black."
He caught a glimpse of a comment floating across Le Anyi's livestream, expressing his discontent: "What relative cares so much? Are you so handsome that he's in the way?"
Qu Xing leaned closer and responded with a smile: "That's right, a distant relative cares so much."
An enlarged handsome face appeared on the screen, and Le Anyi watched as the number of people in the live broadcast room increased sharply, and even started sending gifts.
"Eh?" Le Anyi's eyes flashed, and he invited warmly: "Just stay here, let's play a two-player game."
"No thanks." Qu Xing smiled at him and left ruthlessly.
"Wow, when did you dye it? It's so handsome." Jiang Lin appeared in loose milky white pajamas with a messy head of hair. His face had the lightness that was unique to a good night's sleep.
Qu Xing: "In the morning."
Jiang Lin pulled open a chair and sat down. He happened to catch a glimpse of Qu Xing's rank displayed on the game interface and wondered, "Why is your rank so low?"
"It's been a while."
Jiang Lin didn't react: "Didn't touch anything?"
Qu Xing clicked on the ranking: "I didn't play the game."
“…”
Jiang Lin's eyelids, which had been on power-saving mode, suddenly widened slightly. "No games? How long?"
Qu Xing's fingers paused. It seemed he had rarely touched the computer since taking Grandma abroad for medical treatment. He'd played a bit in the two months since Grandma passed away, but mostly just wandered around the house, slowly adjusting to the house without her. He finally mustered up enough energy to watch the Devil May Cry semifinals, but it wasn't very enjoyable. Then, Qu Hongfei locked him up for another month.
I haven't played much for seven months.
Qu Xing himself felt it was outrageous, and was even more embarrassed to say it out loud, so he reduced the number a bit: "Two months."
Jiang Lin's gentle voice became louder: "I haven't beaten you for two months, and you were still beaten like that the day before yesterday?"
"Because we have four world champion teammates," Qu Xing said calmly, "and the opponent is a bit weak."
Jiang Lin was silent for a moment, thinking that Qu Xing was being lenient. Given his arrogant style that day, he was more than just a bit weak. He was simply too weak to be his opponent.
As Qu Xing selected his hero, he said, "If we're talking purely about skill, I definitely can't beat Feng Shen right now."
Le Anyi asked from a distance: "What about us?"
Qu Xing: “…”
Le Anyi and Jiang Lin hoped to hear some comforting words from Qu Xing. However, Qu Xing simply calmly assigned his runes and entered the game. He waited until his hero encountered a minion before noticing the two men staring at him, awaiting an answer.
"You guys..." Qu Xing quickly searched through his memory for the two of them competing and consoled them, "It's okay. Even though you guys are a little weak sometimes, most of the other players are about the same level as you. You two are considered the better ones."
Le Anyi: “…”
Jiang Lin: “…”
Translate. All of you are the same in my eyes.
Someone who hadn't even won the LPL championship spoke about the world champion like this, and it didn't seem out of place at all. Jiang Lin had no objection to Qu Xing's roundabout negative comments.
He understood that an AD carry who could lead a bottom-tier team to the front was already beyond human, but if he were placed on Team VIN, he'd have a hard time leading the team to victory, or even showing any sign of actual skill.
Ling Yin laughed.
Le Anyi said to He Weichen, who had just walked in, with a sad face, "It's a good thing you didn't hear it. What Qu Xing said was so hurtful."
Qu Xing smiled brightly: "I'm sorry."
"What's wrong?" He Weichen glanced at her and praised her casually, "This hair color is very handsome."
Qu Xing: "Thank you."
A moment later, Zhao Hui and Song Tianhua also came in.
Zhao Hui: "Your hair is so handsome, so stylish."
Song Tianhua echoed: "So handsome."
Zhou Si came in and praised him, even planning to have a photographer take some photos of his training routine. Qu Xing replied with a "hmm," then tilted his head to glance at Ling Yin.
Ling Yin's profile was quiet, and he was playing with his phone very attentively.
Soon, the opponent surrendered and ended the game. Qu Xing turned his head to take another look.
Ling Yin noticed and looked up: "What's wrong?"
Qu Xing narrowed his eyes slightly and said quietly, "Wind God, is my hair handsome?"
Ling Yin was stunned for half a second, then realized what was going on. He suppressed his lips and said calmly, "It's okay."
Qu Xing silently turned his gaze back, and Ling Yin felt a hint of dissatisfaction from the gray-blue and purple hair behind his head.
"Very handsome." Ling Yin smiled and said, "I just praised him several times in my mind."
Qu Xing was instantly coaxed: "Pfft."
He leaned back in his chair, relaxed, took a quick glance at the economic panel, and started the next game.
The constant clamor of the training room was strangely reassuring. Qu Xing quickly got into the groove and before he knew it, he'd been training until one in the morning.
Le Anyi played horror games for a whole day, and finally, out of fear, he dragged He Weichen to play with him. Unexpectedly, the game became more and more terrifying as it was late at night and there was no one around, so he forcibly dragged He Weichen off the plane.
"I can't do it anymore." Le Anyi almost knelt down in front of He Weichen: "Stop playing around, I beg you, and go get some midnight snacks with me to calm my nerves."
"Can't you go by yourself?" He Weichen still wanted to play.
"I'm scared."
He Weichen said indifferently: "No, I didn't broadcast enough today."
"I beg you, brother." Le Anyi called him brother while using brute force with his hands, as if he would drag him out if he didn't agree.
Although He Weichen was tall, he didn't have much flesh on his body. He was about to be torn into a pile of bones by Le Anyi. He had no choice but to turn off the computer and leave with Le Anyi.
The coach went back at ten o'clock. Jiang Lin was a sleepyhead, and soon he couldn't hold on any longer and went upstairs to sleep.
In the blink of an eye, the huge training room was reduced to just two people. Without Le Anyi's screams and Jiang Lin's mumbling, the training room suddenly became quiet, and the crackling sound of Qu Xing's keyboard was particularly noticeable.
He's trying to save the game.
Although I know it's unlikely.
Qu Xing's teammate was a bit of a problem in this game. He slid on the high ground for five minutes but still couldn't be rescued. He was wiped out by the opponent and watched the base being pushed down.
"Ah..." Qu Xing leaned back suddenly and stretched out lazily. He glanced at Ling Yin, and when his round was over, he asked lazily, "What should I do when I encounter an abstract teammate who is also a troll? I feel so frustrated—"
Ling Yin looked over and said quietly, "You got sprayed?"
"Yeah." Qu Xing said lazily, "They said I was bad, played disgustingly, and kept giving away... hehe."
Ling Yin: "Why do you keep giving away the ball?" Qu Xing is an AD with top-notch ability in protecting his life.
"Yeah, why would I give it to you?" Qu Xing looked hopeless.
The real game situation is that the magical auxiliary has been wandering around but has not been effective. The opponents are like crazy and don't even want to go to the line to attack four people at a time. The teammates don't know how to take the opportunity to exchange resources, and they come to rescue people but the rescue is in pieces. He dies right before two people come to kill him, and they die one after another like dumplings.
The silly jungler even said it was his gift.
Ling Yin: "Remember to spray back next time."
"How do I spray?" Qu Xing looked at the curve at the corners of Ling Yin's eyes and said, "Teach me."
Ling Yin lowered his eyes slightly in thought.
Qu Xing found that when he lowered his eyes, the curve of the tail of Ling Yin's eyes became more obvious, and for some reason it looked particularly good.
"Generally speaking, when you scold someone, you should hit the sore spot and be specific." Ling Yin raised his eyes and said.
Qu Xing: "You really can?"
Ling Yin blinked slightly: "I learned it from He Weichen."
"He Weichen?" Qu Xing was even more surprised: "Does he often scold people?"
"You'll know when you play rank training in a couple of days. The sound of his keyboard is very frequent." Ling Yin said.
"So that's how it is. You're really a hidden talent." Qu Xing turned around and held the mouse casually.
Seeing this, Ling Yin asked, "Are you really going to spray?"
"No." Qu Xing said coldly: "People with brain damage should not have strong psychological endurance. I'm afraid of being scolded by others."
Ling Yin: "Your words are very lethal."
After Qu Xing clicked on the ranking position, he sat back in the recliner for a while. After a few minutes, he and Ling Yin queued up at the same time.
He sat up straight, looked at his screen and then at his: "We are not in the same game."
"Yes." Ling Yin said, "But it's on the opposite side."
Qu Xing uttered a sad "Oh" and glanced at the ID of the opposing jungler: "Oh my god."
"Hmm?" Ling Yin tilted his head.
"You're in the same group as that troll." Qu Xing said, "Be careful."
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