Chapter 104
Qu Xing remained silent for the rest of the live broadcast. After getting up from the ground, he fell asleep, his legs draped over the armrests of the wide chair, hunched over in the chair, his face facing the soft backrest. Since I couldn't see his full face, I couldn't tell if he was sleeping soundly, but there was no sound at all.
The live broadcast of the game is playing on the computer.
It seems that the live broadcast was just to fulfill the promise of yesterday's OB competition.
【What did you do to make me so sleepy?】
[Isn't Daisy this sleepy every day? The DL bottom lane sleepy duo]
[I feel particularly sleepy today]
[Today he didn’t even show us his face]
[Sleep so well, I want to keep him]
[Long legs]
【Waist is so white】
Does Daisy intend to do this for the entire process?
Ling Yin stared at the half of his face that was exposed for a long time.
"Oh, fuck!" Jiang Lin stood up suddenly, and Zhou Si's phone was passed to the next person. He was so anxious that he walked around the room several times.
He came over to take a look at the person on Ling Yin's phone, then turned around and grabbed Zhou Si, shaking him vigorously: "Give me the stars!!!"
Zhou Si's face turned pale: "I miss him too. He has to go to the hospital every day to punch in for rehabilitation. How can he come?"
Jiang Lin: "You're so fucking rich, why don't you hire a team therapist?"
Zhou Si looked at him as if he was an idiot.
Jiang Lin glared back, "How the hell did you hire people like this? You recruited these black people to the base."
Zhou Si: “…”
"Ling Yin!" Jiang Lin pulled him: "Come on, let's go back."
Ling Yin was really moved.
"What the hell!" Song Tianhua cursed. "Are you crazy? I don't believe these two sentences can make Qu Xing collapse. You can't even figure out this little thing. You're a bunch of people who can't tell the difference."
Jiang Lin was so anxious that he didn't recognize anyone: "What's the big deal? Look at Xingxing sleeping here..." He pointed at Ling Yin's phone: "How pitiful!"
Zhou Si: "Oh, so you plan to go back and sleep with him?"
Jiang Lin: “…”
Zhou Si: "That's awesome. Our players are awesome. Ling Yin and Jiang Lin, I paid you to give up the competition for this little romance."
Jiang Lin was stubborn: "Fuck your love affair! Whatever you do is love affair! I won the championship just for love. Whatever you do in your life is just for love! I want love! Just fucking love!"
Zhao Hui said calmly, "He's a man of character."
Zhou Si: "Okay, then go back and see if you get killed by Xing Xing when you go back."
Jiang Lin: “…”
He smoothly shifted his gaze and squeezed over to look at Ling Yin's phone again, anxiously saying, "Why don't you call and ask?"
Ling Yin: "He's sleeping."
Ling Yin also felt that those words would not affect Xingxing in any way, but he just felt that something was not right.
You definitely can't go back. As long as everyone is here, who would dare to go back? You might make them so angry that they faint.
"It's okay." Ling Yin didn't know whether to comfort Jiang Lin or himself: "Ask him when he wakes up."
But Qu Xing was still asleep. He said he wanted to watch the game, but after two rounds, he moved slightly. His left arm fell down, his face turned slightly, and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.
Then open your eyes.
He seemed to have no idea what he was doing, or where he was. He stared into space for a moment, then stood up and left.
All that was left for the audience and Ling Yin were empty chairs and muted game footage. It was so long that the live broadcast room was automatically closed and he didn't come back.
Something is so wrong.
Ling Yin couldn't help but video call again. This time, Qu Xing answered, but he wasn't wearing any clothes. The warm, bright light from the bathroom illuminated the boy's body in full view. Qu Xing hadn't even turned off the shower head, and the water splashed on his shoulders and back before running down. He leaned in under the water, leaning over his phone propped up beside him: "Ling..."
Ling Yin: "Hiss——"
He quickly hung up the video, covered his face with his phone, and thankfully, everyone in the room was too busy being outraged to notice him.
After a while, Ling Yin opened his phone again and saw a message with ellipsis sent by Qu Xing.
Ling Yin typed quickly.
——I’m sorry, baby
But I'm in the training room.
—I'll go back to the room and call you back, okay?
Qu Xing didn't reply to him.
"Hey, EKN said he wanted to come over and have some conversation with us later." Zhou Si said.
Le Anyi: "What are you discussing?"
Zhou Si: "How would I know? We're just chatting casually. What else can we communicate? It can't be about tactics. Ling Yin, you..."
Ling Yin didn't even listen, turned around and walked out, holding his phone.
He returned to his hotel room and called Qu Xing again. He didn't answer until the eighth time.
The young man had just blow-dried his hair and was lying on his side in bed, half his face buried in the quilt, his hair slightly messy. He looked at him absentmindedly, his features appearing somewhat seductive in the pale yellow wall lamp.
Ling Yin's breathing stopped for a moment.
Then I noticed his bare shoulders sticking out from under the quilt.
Ling Yin smiled: "Why haven't you put on your clothes yet?"
"I'm too lazy to look for clothes." Qu Xing said, "Do you want to see?"
Finally hearing his voice, Ling Yin breathed a sigh of relief. He chuckled and said, "Look."
Qu Xing did not move, still looking at him absentmindedly.
He was in a daze, unable to tell whether he was in a dream or reality. Ling Yin's face looked incredibly unreal, even unfamiliar, through the screen. He blinked, rolled over, and the quilt slid down his body, revealing some fair skin beneath his delicate collarbone, gently rising and falling with his breathing.
Ling Yin looked at his slowly blinking eyes and felt that this star was sleepy.
Sure enough, the boy hummed softly, pulled back the blanket, and showed him the phone for two seconds. Then, his hand dropped from the phone, and the screen went black. He muttered softly, "Good night, brother."
Ling Yin frowned and sighed, "Goodnight, stars."
Ling Yin thought this brief exchange was just a one-off. But every day after that, they were in much the same state. The seven-hour time difference between them had become insurmountable. Qu Xing hadn't returned to base, staying home. He was sleepy for twelve hours a day, as if he didn't really need to wake up. Of the remaining twelve hours, Qu Xing spent half of it in rehabilitation. He would visit Chen Qi again in a few days. He hadn't even bothered to start a livestream.
They have essentially no overlapping time.
Only occasionally, with great difficulty, could he find a few brief moments of time. Qu Xing wasn't indifferent, but whenever he finally found time, he was always sleepy. He would lazily lie down somewhere, looking at him, calling him brother, and saying meaningless things. His clingy, lazy look made Ling Yin's heart soften and distressed. Then, after a while, he couldn't even hold his phone anymore. It kept falling, often into the quilt, sometimes to the floor, or on some large, soft sofa in some room. Once, it even landed on his smooth skin.
Ling Yin could only judge that he was at least awake when he was not around because he carefully changed his clothes every day.
A week later, Chen Qi told him that Qu Xing had somehow returned to a more authentic state, no longer shielded from the effects of the trauma. He was experiencing symptoms reminiscent of post-traumatic depression, and his selective dissociation was gradually developing into full-blown psychological withdrawal, emotional apathy, and mental retardation.
Simply put, it enters power saving mode.
Ling Yin didn't know what was going on, but Chen Qi said he couldn't ask him about it anymore. All treatments would temporarily be converted to gentler, non-verbal contact therapy.
In short, he has to go back as soon as possible.
Fortunately, the finals were tomorrow, so it was over no matter what. Zhou Si bought the fastest flight and rushed back as soon as the competition was over tomorrow.
"Wind?"
Ling Yin raised his eyes, but his frown had not yet relaxed.
It’s EKN’s AD, Lyra.
"You don't look very happy." Lyra said.
Ling Yin smiled casually and looked back at the text sent by Chen Qi.
"As expected." Lyra was moved and took his hand, but Ling Yin pushed it away and moved aside.
Lyra was oblivious to his disdain and continued, "Honestly, even though you've never beaten us in a big match, we've always come up just a little short. You know, all the world's number one players are in EKN, and yet your team has repeatedly come close to defeating us with just you alone."
Ling Yin ignored him naming himself the world's number one AD and smiled politely again.
"Ah." Lyra was a chatterbox who was very friendly. Encouraged by Ling Yin's smile, she spoke even more excitedly. "I was a little worried about you having a new Dazzling. After all, he's only slightly inferior to me."
Ling Yin let out a "huh".
This guy is funny, right?
Lyra, assuming he was genuinely laughing, innocently revealed her team's situation. "Yesterday, our midlaner found out his girlfriend of three years was cheating on him. I was really worried about him, but seeing you're upset too, I'm relieved... ahem... Of course, I still hope we can all give it our all. I'm just saying... well... eh? What's making you feel so down? I can be someone you can talk to."
Ling Yin smiled: "Thank you, no need."
Not far from them, a mournful wail echoed, accompanied by a flurry of Korean-speaking consolations. Lyra glanced over, then sighed at Ling Yin. "Crying again! I need to find a place to hide. Hope tomorrow's game goes well. Bye."
Ling Yin: "Bye."
The sobbing self-proclaimed world's No. 1.5 mid laner had already burst into tears. Perhaps it was a kind of sympathy between the strongest, though it was certainly one-sided. He saw a hint of sadness in Ling Yin's eyes, as if she was grieving for him. Deeply moved, he cried even harder, dragging the translator over to Ling Yin to confide in him.
Just as the drama of the two strongest mid-laners holding hands and looking at each other with tears in their eyes was about to begin, a flash of disgust passed through Ling Yin's eyes. He pretended not to see them and turned back to the training room.
Le Anyi, who had come out to watch the show after hearing the noise, saw this scene and quickly closed the door and accused Ling Yin, "Ling Yin, how can you be so rude!"
He now acted like a parent, a year older than Ling Yin. "Come on, go on, go out, go out. Someone's looking for you. Go talk to them."
Ling Yin sat back in his seat to train, and said, "Want to hear some gossip?"
Le Anyi: “…”
"Hehe." Le Anyi scooped up his chair and said, "Go quickly. It's rare for someone other than Xingxing to like you so much. Don't let them down."
"Oh." Ling Yin said, "No need."
However, regardless of whether he needed it or not, everyone at EKN seemed to be familiar with him, and they rushed in after knocking on the door twice. YeonBit, who was said to have been cheated on, wiped away his tears and shouted, "Wind!"
Ling Yin looked at him quietly.
YeonBit could immediately see the unremovable melancholy between his eyelashes.
YeonBit, self-sufficient, pulled up a chair and sat down, his brows slightly furrowed, his lips pursed and turned downward. He looked at Ling Yin with a sigh and a look of sorrow, shaking his head, as if he felt pity for him, and through him, for himself. The tears around his eyes were still wet.
He said, "We are always the same."
Ling Yin glanced at him and then inconspicuously stepped back. He simply felt the vast difference between people. His star's tears were pure and clear, each drop cascading down, a tear that made one's heart ache. Others' cries were a mess, ugly no matter how one looked at them.
Ling Yin said politely, "What's the same?"
"Everything is the same." YeonBit said with emotion: "I can see that you are also trapped in love like me."
Ling Yin: “…”
"Alas." YeonBit wiped away a tear. "Love is always like this. Everyone says not to be held back by it, but who can escape it? They blame me for affecting the game because of this, but if he were to encounter this kind of thing himself, he wouldn't necessarily perform as well as me. I know you must be the only one who understands me, because I can see it. You're even more heartbroken than I am. I can see it."
"Really?" Le Anyi leaned forward to look at Ling Yin in surprise: "How did you see that? This isn't normal."
He Weichen: "Idiot."
"I just noticed that injured people are more sensitive." YeonBit said, "You're the only one who understands me, Wind. We are always affected by various things. It's unavoidable. We have to allow ourselves to be in a bad state occasionally."
"Well, I agree." Ling Yin smiled at him: "Go back."
Zhou Si slapped Ling Yin and said to the translator, "Don't translate the last sentence. The child was just joking."
Ling Yin glanced quietly at his nephew who called him "kid".
Unfortunately, YeonBit understood without translation and said sadly, "Do you want me to go back?"
Ling Yin didn't bother to speak. He lowered his eyes, turned back, and picked up the mouse. YeonBit was right; he was indeed in a bad state, and his thoughts on Qu Xing were endless. Ever since the incident with Yue Peng, Qu Xing had become extremely sleepy and unable to control his anxiety. The fact that he had been able to maintain his competitive form and play so steadily until now was just a forced effort.
He also didn't want to disappoint Xingxing. If it was Xingxing, even if her mood was bad, her absolutely powerful strength would not be easily affected.
He doesn't want to be a loser in front of Xingxing.
YeonBit understood, but he didn’t know what he understood.
He stood up and wiped his tears: "Wind, I will always admire you. Go for it, and I will do the same. See you tomorrow."
When EKN and the others went out, they gave Ling Yin thumbs up repeatedly.
After everyone left, Song Tianhua said sourly, "You're even motivating your opponent."
Ling Yin: "...What did I do?"
Everyone: “…”
It seems like nothing was done.
"Or maybe it's EKN." Le Anyi sighed, "Even if there's no chicken soup, I'll make it myself and drink it."
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