Chapter 127
After being released from the restaurant, the two felt as if they were in another world.
Qu Xing even suspected that he was dreaming.
He couldn't help but look up at the carvings on the top of the small square and held Ling Yin's arm.
Ling Yin turned his head and vaguely knew what his Xingxing was going to do.
Sure enough, the next moment, the star bit off.
Ling Yin concluded: "It hurts."
"Why aren't you afraid? At first, they looked like kidnappers." Qu Xing kissed the place where he was bitten.
Ling Yin found it a little funny.
A closer look would reveal that those people had no ill intentions; it was clearly this star who was too timid. He liked to hide in crowds, but when someone yelled at him, he would get mad and want to run away.
It would be fun to take him to an escape room.
"I'm scared." Ling Yin agreed with him.
Qu Xing didn't believe it: "You're lying, you're obviously having a lot of fun."
Ling Yin smiled.
"Brother." Qu Xing called.
Ling Yin: “Yeah.”
"Do you love me?" Qu Xing asked.
Ling Yin was stunned.
This was the first time his star asked such a question.
"Love." Ling Yin said, "I love you so much. I love you to death."
He sensed why Ci Xing suddenly asked this question, and added, "I can't leave you, don't be afraid."
Qu Xing: “Oh.”
In reality, their adventure hadn't lasted long; the few people who had gone to eat on DL had just returned. Seeing the young couple, driven away by the esports evangelist, sitting side by side, studying something, Qi Rui asked, "Have you two eaten?"
Qu Xing didn't even raise his head: "I ate it."
Qi Rui: "What did you eat?"
Qu Xing's hands were still busy—they said they wanted to wrap this thing up, and Qu Xing got caught up in it. He said absentmindedly, "It's that restaurant of theirs."
Le Anyi leaned over to see what the two were doing.
Ling Yin was holding one end of a tangled red string, while Qu Xing was carefully wrapping it around a strangely delicate iron ornament.
Qu Xing: "She said she wanted to wrap it completely?"
Ling Yin: “Yeah.”
"Where did you buy the souvenirs?" Le Anyi was relieved to see that the two of them had apparently forgotten the trouble he had caused yesterday. He asked, "Why didn't you bring some for us too?"
Qu Xing was too busy to answer him.
Ling Yin didn't say anything.
Le Anyi: "What is this? Why do you have to wrap it with this string? Wouldn't it be invisible? This thing is so beautiful."
Ling Yin lowered his eyes and stared at Qu Xing's hand without saying a word.
Qu Xing separated a nerve and said, "Hmm..."
Le Anyi: "What are you two doing?"
Le Anyi sniffed: "It smells so good, which of you two wore perfume?"
Qu Xing was still dazed by the ceremony, and had to carefully pay attention to those extremely fine silk threads. He said casually, "Really?"
"Yes!" Le Anyi leaned in closer and sniffed: "You both smell so good!"
He Weichen was speechless: "You are like a pervert."
"No, come here and smell it." Le Anyi stood up unconvinced: "They secretly went to buy souvenirs without us."
He Weichen didn't hear it.
Jiang Lin came over, sniffed between the two of them, and concluded, "No, it's the red thread in their hands that smells good!"
Le Anyi: "What are you two doing?"
Qu Xing: "We are..."
Qu Xing hooked the silk threads from between Ling Yin's knuckles and saw the red marks on his fingers caused by the threads.
The aftertaste of that ceremony was truly lingering. I didn't realize it then, but now I realize how tightly they were wrapped around my fingers.
They entwined his and Lingyin's fingers together...
Ling Yin raised his eyes and saw Qu Xing tilt his head slightly, as if to drive away something, then he turned back with fluttering eyelashes and continued, completely forgetting to answer Le Anyi's question.
Ling Yin chuckled.
Usually, when Xingxing does this, it is when she is extremely embarrassed. But it seems that she has only done this in bed before.
Le Anyi was extremely anxious and suddenly shouted, "Hey! You guys..."
Qu Xing seemed to be startled, paused, turned around and stared at Le Anyi blankly.
"..." Le Anyi lowered his voice: "I was wrong."
Qu Xing blinked: "You ask what we are doing?"
Le Anyi felt guilty for scaring him, so he said sympathetically, "It's okay, go on. I won't bother you anymore."
Qu Xing turned back: "Yeah."
Le Anyi took Jiang Lin over to sit beside him to help digest his food, muttering, "So mysterious."
Jiang Lin stared at the two for a while, then bumped into him: "Don't you think they're weird?"
Le Anyi: "What's strange about that?"
Jiang Lin squinted his eyes and held his chin to study for a while, then clapped his hands in sudden realization, as if he had discovered something important: "There's actually not a single part of them stuck together?"
"What?" Le Anyi looked up and down at the two people and discovered it.
As expected! Their hands weren't holding, their shoulders weren't touching, their legs weren't touching, and their eyes weren't even looking at each other. After Qu Xing finished wrapping the thing and held it up, they just glanced at each other before looking away, without saying a word. Then, Qu Xing carefully placed the ornament on Ling Yin's desk, covered his face, and moved away. Then, he actually left his seat and walked out.
Ling Yin stared at the ornaments in a daze.
Le Anyi: “What the hell?”
There won't be any conflict between these two, right?
Le Anyi decided to let the most perceptive He Weichen observe with the naked eye for them and make a judgment.
"He Weichen." Le Anyi pulled his clothes.
He Weichen: "What for?"
Le Anyi squeezed him and whispered, "Look, Captain, can you help us check if there's something wrong with him? Are they having a conflict?"
He Weichen glanced at it and then looked away, without looking away: "No."
"No, you didn't even look at it." Le Anyi twisted his head and turned it over: "Take a look."
When He Weichen glanced at the ornament, he was struck by a demonic charm. He didn't dare to look at it at all. His face flushed. He closed his eyes and said, "No!"
"No, why didn't you look?!" Le Anyi said, "How could you be like this! I told you to take a fucking look and you closed your eyes."
He Weichen took a deep breath and said, "Fuck, what a stupid question you're asking! These two have been talking for eight hundred years and still haven't had a conflict. What the hell are you looking at? Don't look at what's inappropriate, don't you understand? Get lost!"
Le Anyi stood up and said, "What do you mean by 'don't look at what is indecent'?! What nonsense are you talking about? Are you sick?! What indecent things are you talking about?!"
The two of them lost themselves in their quarrel, not caring at all that Ling Yin was listening. When Ling Yin heard the word "molest," he raised an eyebrow, picked up the ornaments on the table, and left.
He Weichen's eyes, which had not dared to look sideways, finally relaxed a little. He rolled his eyes at Le Anyi and took out his cell phone to play.
Ling Yin returned to his room and temporarily placed the ornament on the bedside.
This ornament looked quite nice, resembling some ancient tree from mythology. The trunk itself was complex and ancient, but something on it was particularly bold and offensive to the ancient tree, blatantly displaying its indecency. The indecency began with the two crimson brooches embedded in its belly, which had once been worn on their hearts. Extending from the base were several graceful vines, barely touching the iron rod, and another vine extended from the trunk, forming a woven connection. The red silk thread was wrapped extremely tightly in some places, and it was unknown what material it was made of. It was like some kind of flowing liquid, squeezing the sacred iron rod as if to squeeze out something. It wound around and entwined itself gently and slowly on the branches of the "tree", from one end to the other, and was suddenly caught by a charming little hook at the end of the branch. Like the intertwined fingertips of him and the stars.
There was clearly nothing going on, but it was as if they were talking about something that could not be said, and it was even more passionate and lingering than the most erotic thing they had ever done.
Ling Yin raised his hand and lightly touched the silk thread, just as he was about to follow it, his hand was grabbed.
"Don't touch it, brother." Qu Xing pulled him out: "I beg you, if you continue like this, my mind will be full of you."
Ling Yin, whose mind was already full of stars, said: "Oh."
"When did you come in?" Ling Yin asked.
"Just now. I went out to wash my face and found that you were gone." Qu Xing said.
Ling Yin glanced at the ornament.
Qu Xing let go of Ling Yin's hand, picked up a piece of clothing, went straight over to wrap the thing up and put it in the suitcase.
"How did they design this? How could they not have noticed it at the time? It's so embarrassing." Qu Xing pulled him up again: "Come on, come on, I just remembered something very important."
Ling Yin: "What?"
"I feel like UNG's stability is a little unnatural," Qu Xing said. "And have you noticed? Their coaching staff's hair is five percent thinner than before."
Ling Yin raised an eyebrow: "Is this true?"
"Really." Qu Xing said firmly.
Training room.
"Maybe they mixed depilatory cream into the shampoo they used," said Le Anyi.
Qu Xing: "That's not the point... You're sick, you're so depressed, you're mixing hair removal cream."
Zhao Hui: "How can you tell it's abnormally stable?"
Qu Xing: "Don't worry about that."
“…”
After spending so much time with him, Zhao Hui felt that his subtext was: You won’t understand even if I tell you.
Qu Xing: "Anyway, with UNG's current state and strength, they're definitely not afraid of other teams. Bao Bao probably isn't their match. Their biggest rivals are EKN and us."
Zhao Hui: "But today, I don't feel that EKN has the same suppressive power over them as before."
Qu Xing nodded. "Yes, and that's when EKN was playing completely normally. They've improved so quickly."
Zhao Hui: "But we didn't win against EKN. Why do you say they're targeting us?"
Qu Xing raised his eyes and asked, "Why didn't they arrange a training match with us?"
Zhao Hui: "I was scared by your beating."
Qu Xing: "Yeah, EKN didn't scare them, so why would they be afraid of us? They must consider us their biggest rival. Right now, for UNG, EKN can be defeated with some effort. You can see that from today's match, but we can't defeat them."
Everyone in the room looked at Qu Xing and fell silent.
The missionary’s entire afternoon of preaching was not as exciting as Qu Xing’s words, “We cannot win.”
Qu Xing: "UNG is probably the team we've played against the most. They understand us much better than EKN. EKN might still think they're stronger than us simply because of their hard power, but UNG sees things more clearly and has definitely done more."
Why is this person talking so wildly?
What he meant was that EKN thought they were stronger than them in terms of hard power, but they didn't see clearly. In fact, we DL are the best in the world and have long surpassed the legendary team EKN.
Le Anyi felt as if he had touched the world championship trophy.
The next second, Qu Xing shattered his dream.
"We have a complete lineup system waiting for us," Qu Xing said. "We're not invincible. In the spring season, FRI beat us using a draft. We didn't make any mistakes in that game, but we lost solely based on the lineup. With a lineup like that, there are likely many more waiting for us. As long as we practice enough, beating us might become easy."
Le Anyi was horrified by what he said.
"What lineup will UNG use?" Zhao Hui asked.
Qu Xing: "How would I know?"
Zhao Hui: “…”
Qu Xing sat down: "But I suddenly remembered that during the summer season, Yina played Time Keeper several times in ranked matches."
Zhao Hui: "Kilan?" This hero is rarely seen in the arena.
Qu Xing was looking for rank records on his computer, saying, "Anyway, they won't use their regular lineup to fight us. They definitely won't be able to beat us, so they'll spend a lot of time practicing a lineup specifically targeting us. They've prepared at least three, maybe even more, but I only thought of Zilean."
Qu Xing flipped through the game record, and Ling Yin leaned over to take a look.
This was Xingxing's own match record. Back then, his hand hadn't fully recovered yet, so he'd just play a few games occasionally. The opposing midlaner was Time Keeper Zilean, a character who didn't quite fit in with his team's lineup. Combined with what Qu Xing said, it did seem like he'd been using this for practice or something.
But that ID is not the account of Yina that is widely known to the public.
Le Anyi said stupidly: "This is not Yina."
Qu Xing: "Yes."
Le Anyi was still stubborn: "No! You must be remembering correctly, his game ID is not this."
Zhao Hui: "Why do you think he's Yina? Have you seen his ID somewhere else?"
Ling Yin leaned back. Although he also felt it was outrageous, he didn't doubt the truth of Xingxing's words at all. These people still didn't know that the Xingxing in front of them was a pervert who could tell Anvy's hand injury from the hero animation.
Jiang Lin: "No, doesn't Yina always like to use those Chuunibyou IDs? This ID is too normal and cool."
Qu Xing: “…”
Unexpectedly, his counter-attack plan was stuck here.
Qu Xing stopped moving, and suddenly his eyes glanced at Ling Yin's face.
Zhao Hui looked at his expression and felt as if he had suddenly realized something, so he said, "It's okay. If it wasn't Yina, there's no need to worry. After all, it's relatively rare to pick a weird lineup at the World Championship."
Ling Yin tilted his head to look at Qu Xing, thinking that this star must be thinking about something.
After a moment of silence, Qu Xing turned his gaze away from Ling Yin's face and said, "When Yina is only using the last dagger in a lane, she will make two quick ground taps before her normal attack. The first and second times are about 70 milliseconds apart, and the second time is about 100 milliseconds apart from her normal attack."
Everyone: “…”
Le Anyi looked around, looking at the people who seemed to be as confused as him, and asked, "What? What did he just say? What about 70 milliseconds and 100 milliseconds?"
Qu Xing continued to explain, "This is just one of his little habits. There are many more, such as when he's used to switching perspectives, how his movements differ from his usual movements when switching perspectives, how different heroes he uses have different little quirks, and the accuracy and effectiveness of his skill casting..."
Looking at the people's gaping mouths, Qu Xing concluded, "In short, I can't be wrong. If I say he's Yina, then he's Yina. It doesn't matter what kind of skin he wears. In my eyes, all of you are the same as if you're naked!"
Le Anyi: “Oh.”
He slowly hugged He Weichen, stared at Qu Xing, and murmured, "Who opened the refrigerator? I suddenly feel so cold."
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