Chapter 100
As soon as Qu Xing said this, the barrage fell into a brief silence, and then exploded.
[So generous, I like it]
【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh I can kiss you!!!】
【I want a kiss, I want a kiss! ! ! ! 】
【Ah ...
[It's okay! I'll just kiss your face, save your mouth for the Wind God.]
[You said it, I’ll kiss you next time we meet offline]
Qu Xing felt something was amiss the moment he said this. He glanced at the screen, where Ahri was swishing her nine large tails. The stats bar already had 12 kills, and he felt a chill run down his neck.
The commentator saw the person in the small frame suddenly touching his neck, glancing away for a moment, looking a little guilty, and slowly sitting up straight.
After sitting upright for a long time, he suddenly said weakly, "Can you pretend you didn't hear what I just said?"
【cannot】
[You've already said it, and you want to take it back? Expect your face to be kissed to pieces.]
[The screen has been recorded, I want to cut it out and spread it all over the Internet]
Qu Xing fell back, uttered a weak wail, and said with despair, "I hate you."
【It's okay, baby, we like you】
You said you liked us yesterday
Qu Xing refused to admit it: "I didn't say that."
【？ 】
[Scumbag]
You still say we are cute
"Not cute at all." Qu Xing's eyes were blank and he ignored them.
He was thinking about how he would survive if Ling Yin saw this and came back.
If he can't beg for mercy, Ling Yin will find other ways to make him beg for mercy again and again.
Play the victim.
[Anchor, what are you daydreaming about?]
【The fight has started, quick explanation】
"Oh oh oh oh oh," Qu Xing glanced at the battle situation and concluded: "This is definitely not possible. Let's just watch the Wind God kill randomly."
He said, "Ahri! Ahri cuts into the battlefield like pink lightning. Malzahar raises his hand with Hell's Grasp, but is purified by the Wind God and released. Little Heart is enchanted again. Every shot hits the target. The Wind God uses his ultimate again. The first part dashes forward to dodge the Prince's EQ. The second part of the R, while the Orb of Deception penetrates multiple people, directly steps on the back row of Little P. Foxfire tracks down the AD—"
Qu Xing suddenly caught a glimpse of a comment saying he was only commenting on Feng Shen, so he casually gave his other teammates a description: "Easy is shopping nearby, and Ahri got a quad kill!"
【Hahahahahahahahahahaha】
[They're clearly recovering from their injuries, why are you accusing them of shopping?]
[That's pretty good. At least Easy has one sentence, but the others don't.]
[You only have your husband in your eyes, I understand]
Qu Xing felt wronged: "In this kind of one-man show, who else should I blame but Fengshen? Why did they set "husband" as a blocked word?!"
[There is a limit to CP, right?]
[They both have such bad mics, and they still can’t knock it]
On the screen, there was only Ornn left on the field. He had nowhere to escape and activated the Gargoyle Plate Desperate Charge.
"Wind God..." Qu Xing laughed. "He pressed Ctrl3. How naughty. But the tail looks pretty good when it's spread out."
【Strangely doting】
[So naughty~]
【Yo yo yo yo~】
I won't stand upside down, will I?
Qu Xing: "Ornn's lava pillar missed, and Wind flashed over. His E skill's cooldown was off, and his charm spell traveled 1500 yards, forcibly pulling the fleeing Ornn back."
How did the 1500 yards come about?
[Just saying it casually, you can’t tell with the naked eye]
"Pentakill? Five..." Qu Xing fell back.
When I have time, I must teach Jiang Lin a lesson for his bad habit of stealing other people's heads.
Far away in London, Jiang Lin shuddered inexplicably after accidentally stealing a kill. He sensed a sense of danger for some reason. He timidly said in the voicemail, "Sorry, Captain."
Ling Yin didn't care: "It's okay, take the big dragon."
The match ended in 25 minutes, just as Qu Xing had promised. In the next game, PLFE wasn't as abstract, but the level was also average, and DL lived up to Qu Xing's expectations and won.
[The commentators' mouths get drier the more they talk, but why is the anchor's mouth so moist? I want to kiss him.]
【How can it not be moist after drinking two cups of water? 】
"Oh." Qu Xing suddenly sat up straight, finally feeling the power of the two glasses of water. He didn't know how he drank so much water.
He waved: "Bye~ I'll look at other people's games tomorrow. I have to go to the bathroom."
【Go, kid, it’s good to love drinking water】
【Bye~~】
Qu Xing: "Bye bye bye bye——"
The next day, Qu Xing couldn't get up when he usually would.
He woke up once, half-conscious, around ten o'clock, then drifted off to sleep again, deciding to sleep until the afternoon. Unexpectedly, at eleven o'clock, there was a knock on the door.
He muttered, thinking someone had something important to say, so he threw back the quilt and jumped out of bed, facing Yue Peng with a messy head of hair, who had a cold and arrogant look on his face.
Yue Peng asked, "Aren't you going to eat yet?"
"..." Why should I care about him? Just like Qu Hongfei, he loves being a father so much!
Qu Xing closed the door without saying a word, threw himself into bed and continued to sleep.
Yue Peng stood outside the door, his face gloomy and anger burning in his chest.
He hated being ignored like this the most.
And they were ignored so righteously and without any shame.
He was working diligently, but for no apparent reason, he was entrusted with the care of a giant baby. This baby had extremely bad habits, sleeping late and waking up late, and was extremely self-centered, going wherever he pleased and doing whatever he pleased. Even when it came to eating, he was never on the same wavelength as everyone else, and he always had to trouble the chef to make his meals separately.
He had to take care of such a person, but he had no complaints and still cared about him wholeheartedly, but was treated so rudely.
Yue Peng originally hated Qu Xing. He hated him from the moment he first entered the base and saw him for the first time.
He absolutely hated people who seemed to be all glitter and shine. They were the most narcissistic, determined to draw all eyes to themselves, to make everyone care about them and love them. They had to tyrannically hog all the resources for themselves, earning tens of millions a year without doing anything, with a whole base of people supporting them. And yet, they seemed content to enjoy all this, even rudely ignoring and endlessly wasting others' efforts.
But it was this person. It was this person! He actually had everyone completely bewildered!
Those people are idiots, brainless, and only fooled by appearances! They are born to be dogs! Once someone gives an order, they will loyally lick it.
The people in this base were... Zhou Si was... the chef was... those silly kids in the second team he was in charge of were... those inexplicable fans were... even Ling Yin, whom he once admired, was... It turned out they were all idiots who only cared about appearances!
Yue Peng uncontrollably kicked Qu Xing's door and shouted, "I'm telling you! Don't even think about asking the chef to cook for you alone at two or three o'clock! Do you think everyone has to revolve around you?!"
Qu Xing heard these words in his dream.
He had a very scary dream.
In his dream, Qu Hongfei had no idea why he was at DL. Then he accidentally learned that Qu Hongfei was the one who had truly controlled DL all along. All his actions were being monitored by Qu Hongfei.
Qu Hongfei was like a shadow, seemingly absent from his life, yet always hovering like a ghost, not too far away. Whenever he looked back at memories that should have been happy and fulfilling, he could no longer shake off those gloomy eyes.
Now Qu Hongfei appeared. Taking advantage of Ling Yin's absence, he wantonly controlled and bullied him.
He not only cut his hands, but also his face.
Then Cun Ziying also came and shouted loudly, saying that he should not exist and that he should die.
And then somehow he was pierced.
This dream was extremely chaotic. Everyone was crying and yelling at him, with both sorrow and malice. Every moment seemed to be stretched infinitely, and every moment seemed to be a hurdle that could never be overcome, making this dream seem extremely long.
When Qu Xing opened his eyes, he had no idea how much time had passed. Judging by the view outside, it must have been afternoon. As if he hadn't woken from that dream yet, his heart felt empty, his mind a mess. It was as if the thread he'd painstakingly maintained had been ruthlessly cut and tangled in this dream. He clearly realized that he was now truly back to where he should be.
If there were no dissociation, this is how he would feel. The pain and confusion of being torn apart would be so real and embedded in his heart, stirring him cruelly.
Lying in bed for nearly half an hour, Qu Xing was completely unconscious, almost obsessively feeling the pain.
But this was just a phantom pain brought on by a dream that was too real. After lying quietly until the dream gradually faded, Qu Xing got up from the bed and went to wash up.
After washing up and going downstairs to prepare for dinner, I didn't want to see a torn poster of him on the wall. The crack ran from the top of his head to his abdomen, and his entire face was torn and distorted as if dislocated.
Qu Xing's heart suddenly skipped a beat for no apparent reason.
Then he noticed his cook, Peng An, carefully peeling down the poster. Seeing him coming down, he smiled at him and said, "Are you awake? Let me make you some breakfast?"
"Okay." Qu Xing looked at his torn face on the poster and asked, "Why is it torn?"
Peng An glared towards the restaurant.
The second team's life manager had gone off the rails for some reason and suddenly came down from upstairs and started tearing down the posters, frightening him so much that he rushed over to stop them. The man even went on to say that these things were ruining the base's aesthetics and that he had to tear them down.
He told him that these were put up by Team One and the entire base, and Zhou Si agreed. He had no right to tear them off. Only then did he let go in anger.
He didn't want Qu Xing to know that someone in the base had such malicious intentions towards him, so he looked away and smiled, saying, "Maybe it got accidentally blown apart by the wind. It's okay. Go to the restaurant and wait. I'll get this down and make you some breakfast. You're always making breakfast for yourself even though your hand is injured."
"Is it so difficult to tear it off?" Qu Xing went forward to help him tear it off, and found that the entire back of the poster was covered with glue and was firmly stuck to the wall.
How hard did these people work when posting?
Qu Xing laughed for a moment, then suddenly realized a little too late—
Where does the wind come from in the base? How could such a solid base be blown apart by the wind?
His fingertips trembled slightly, and the feeling of being surrounded by malicious people crying and screaming in the dream came back to him. As he tore at the paper, he felt as if he was still dreaming.
"Hey, be careful!"
Qu Xing was supported by the person next to him.
"Oh my, I'm so scared." Peng An said, "You haven't eaten yet, so you have low blood sugar? Hurry up and stop standing. Go sit over there. I'll tear it up quickly and make you something to eat."
Qu Xing let go of his hand.
"Go quickly."
Qu Xing nodded, holding onto the wall and slowly descending the two steps. He went to the dining room and sat down quietly. His head was indeed dizzy, but he knew it wasn't low blood sugar.
A figure came towards him menacingly.
Yue Peng brought a plate of breakfast and placed it in front of Qu Xing. Some of the breakfast spilled due to the vibration. He said with resentment, "I saved this for you! I kept the big heat pump on all the time so you could have a hot bite! Eat!"
Yue Peng dared to yell at Qu Xing. He wouldn't have dared to do that to anyone else on the team. Perhaps he knew in his heart that Qu Xing had a good temper and never really got angry at anyone, so he naturally assumed that Qu Xing was easy to bully.
Who knew that Qu Xing would just sit there quietly, his face expressionless as he looked up. The clear and sharp eyes that Yue Peng hated so much stared at him. Then, he swept the plate to the ground.
The plate shattered and fell to the ground, startling Peng An. Thinking Qu Xing had fainted from touching something again, he hurried over. He saw the second team manager, his face livid, staring intently at Qu Xing.
Qu Xing looked at Yue Peng calmly, his eyes full of indifference towards him: "Did you tear up the poster?"
Yue Peng realized that the boy in front of him was not a soft persimmon that could be easily bullied, and he could not be bullied even if he had a good temper.
He is a team guy.
They are all big stars.
Treated as a treasure by everyone.
The entire base depends on them.
This one in front of me.
It is the most precious treasure among all treasures.
After realizing this, Yue Peng didn't feel any remorse, but rather even more disgusted. He stiffened his neck and said coldly, "Yes. I think you've seriously affected the aesthetics of the base. Don't you feel ashamed of having your pictures all over a base that's packed with people?"
Peng An couldn't help but say, "What nonsense are you talking about? We're here to work, not to live at the base. Don't you know who owns the base?"
Yue Peng: "How can he be the owner of the base? Aren't we human beings? Is it reasonable to have his photos all over the base?"
Peng An yelled, "If you're not satisfied, just quit!"
As he spoke, he took out his phone and shouted, "I'm calling Fourth Master right now! You don't know who the hell pays you, do you? I hired you to take care of these precious players, and you're doing nothing! I want to ask Fourth Master if he wants an employee who has bad intentions towards the players!"
Yue Peng was furious. He slammed Peng An's phone away and shouted, "What do you mean?! Do you mean I'll hurt them?! I brought him breakfast for his own good, so why did he knock me to the ground? My dear contestant... my dear contestant, can he bully others like this?"
"Fuck..." Peng An glanced at his phone and pushed him hard. "People like you are a hidden danger in the base. Who knows if you will poison the players one day?"
"What the hell do you mean!" Yue Peng said, "Don't slander me with empty words. I'm telling you."
Peng An yelled at him, "What did I slander?! You weren't the one who tore up the poster? You weren't the one yelling at the contestants? We're always taking care of the contestants' mental health for their performance. What are you doing? Are you bullying them?!"
"What kind of competition status is this!" Yue Peng cursed. "He's a cripple now! He doesn't even have to play in the competition! He's just wandering around the base every day! Let everyone take care of him!"
Peng An's heart skipped a beat when he heard the word "disabled." He quickly looked at Qu Xing's expression.
Unexpectedly, Qu Xing just tilted his head and looked at the ground quietly.
Although Yue Peng felt that Qu Xing was a useless cripple, he also realized that he couldn't say this out loud. His face turned pale and red as he shut up. He glanced at Qu Xing with a squint.
Qu Xing didn't look at him. He stood up and picked up Peng An's dropped phone. He examined it carefully and returned it to him: "It's not broken, the screen is cracked. I'll buy you a new one."
After saying that, Qu Xing turned around and walked out of the base gate without saying a word.
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