Chapter 143
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" Le Anyi yelled, "Xingxing!!! F*ck Xingxing!!!!!! You fucking bastard! F*ck! You still said you can't count, f*ck! You're in the top lane! You killed the guy in the bottom lane!"
At least the frost arrow was released before Ahri left the river. It spanned the entire map with precise guidance.
Qu Xing smiled.
Ling Yin: "Clear the lane, take the Baron."
So close to final victory.
So quiet.
Le Anyi stopped talking and focused, afraid of revealing anything. The only voice chatter left was Ling Yin's calm, commanding instructions, accompanied by the various in-game sound effects.
On the contrary, the commentary outside was incredibly noisy.
Qing Yi also shouted, "Dazzling's arrows are really accurate! Dazzling! Dazzling is a god!"
Got the big dragon.
DL splits the lane and pushes the tower.
UNG broke through two lanes, and DL equipment was far ahead.
DL controls Ertahan first.
UNG bravely took over, but was completely killed by DL's five well-equipped players with a perfect combination of skills, and captured Ertahan.
Unless a miracle happens, the championship will be DL's!!
Lan Feng touched the DL team jacket with shaking hands. His mouth trembled as he used air currents to push through his sore throat. "DL is about to launch a wave! They're bringing their super soldiers straight to UNG's plateau! Is it too late for UNG to revive?!"
At this point in the fight, no one in the DL voice chat dared to mention the championship.
Because it is too close, so close that I can't believe it is real, so close that it makes me scared, so scared that I can only stare at every moment that is happening at this moment.
upper was the first to be resurrected.
A, E, A, Q, A...
Yina also resurrected.
Q, AA, W, Q...
All UNG members are resurrected. Syndra's magic ball damage is devastating, and Frost's arrows are extremely fast.
Yina is dead.
The bottom lane team is dead.
Thorn is dead too.
Only Upper is left.
Upper is also dead.
There is no miracle, the victory is already decided.
Jiang Lin suddenly screamed out: "Ah!!!!!!Ah!!!!!!!!!Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
When the last few hits were made, Le Anyi's butt was ready to bounce out of the chair.
1000 points.
500 points.
Jiang Lin's hand holding the mouse began to tremble, and he was ready to take off his headphones.
100 points!
Qu Xing felt like he was in a dream and his heartbeat started to accelerate.
【Victory】
“…”
Golden rain exploded, music belonging to the victors resounded throughout the venue, and cheers surged like waves.
Le Anyi: "Ah ...
Le Anyi, who had already prepared his butt, jumped up first, grabbed He Weichen, who was halfway up, and threw him down. He then fiercely picked up Jiang Lin, who was rushing towards him, and threw him down. He then grabbed Qu Xing, who had just kissed Ling Yin fiercely, and pulled him into his arms, holding him as if he wanted to strangle him, shouting, "Xingxing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Qu Xing responded in his ear: "Le Le!!!!!!!!!!"
Jiang Lin also came up and hugged her, shouting, "Stars! Stars! Stars! Stars!!"
He Weichen pulled up Ling Yin, who for some reason wasn't smiling, and pushed him close to the two people. He hugged everyone, including Ling Yin, and shouted, "Ah!!! Champions!!! We are the champions!!!!"
Qu Xing: "Champion!!!"
Lan Feng, already wearing his DL uniform, choked up as he said, "DL! From the World Championship until now, they've only lost one game to UNG! They won the championship as absolute kings! World champions!"
The five people hugged for a long time. Only when Zhou Si and the coaching staff rushed over did they reluctantly let go. Amidst the gorgeous golden rain and cheers, they walked towards the center of the stage where the trophy, which symbolized the league's highest honor, sat.
Ling Yin's usual nonchalant smile disappeared without a trace. He lagged behind them by half a step, his eyes set on Qu Xing.
Qu Xing's eyes lit up. He just put his right hand on the trophy, and then, like last time, he was lifted up by his teammates.
Ling Yin stood beside Qu Xing, holding the trophy. Suddenly, he slowly moved closer, closed his eyes and kissed the trophy.
It is unclear what kind of audience is behind the trophy, but that is what they think.
If the camera turns to the back, you can see that Ling Yin kisses Qu Xing's right hand which is resting on the trophy.
He was kissing the scar.
Qu Xing thought so.
But that wasn't the case. Ling Yin was kissing the blood that had once suffused the back of his hand. The smell of blood was as strong as when he had entered that dazzling crimson place, so much so that even the trophy exuded a pungent bloody odor, as if blood was surging into his heart, burning and stinging him.
The pain was so severe that Ling Yin couldn't help but frown, a trembling breath escaped from his lips, he lowered his head, and tears rolled down his face.
Qu Xing was stunned.
When the camera quickly turned around, it only caught a tear sliding down the chin, and the image of Fengshen closing his eyes and gently resting his forehead on the back of Dazzling's hand.
Lan Feng's passionate mouth suddenly shut, and he choked for a long time and didn't know what to say.
He had never seen such a pious expression on the Wind God's face.
Even the audience was silent for a moment.
It is said that Ling Yin's attitude seems to show that he has no respect for the championship trophy at all, and there are too many things that he does not respect. He is casual about this and that, and he even does not respect God.
But judging by his expression at the moment, Ling Yin still felt awe. Compared to trophies and honors, he seemed to be more in awe of the person before him. It was a reverence so profound and heartbreaking that he even kissed a piece of cold blood with such care and respect.
In fact, he is not that careless. He just doesn't regard anything as "the most important thing in life". As long as it doesn't kill him, it is a trivial matter. That's why he appears so careless.
But there was one thing that unknowingly became the "most important thing in his life". If this thing stopped, it seemed to be more terrifying than death.
Ling Yin's nose was still tinged with the smell of blood, and something burning. It was as if a new era, perhaps good or bad, belonging to the LPL, was raging, burning their flesh and blood, Qu Xing's.
Qu Xing stared at him blankly, and only after putting down the trophy did he remember to wipe Ling Yin's tears. Hastily raising his hand, his fingertips trembling, touched her.
A little wet.
Qu Xing wiped it off.
Suddenly, a fiery explosion of sparks erupted around the stage. Qu Xing was startled, and his hand dropped to grasp Ling Yin's subconsciously. Only then did he realize that they were on stage, with countless cameras pointed at them and countless eyes watching.
But Qu Xing didn't move, his hand still resting on Ling Yin's. Ling Yin didn't move either, and even tightened his grip.
Qu Xing was stunned by Ling Yin's tear. With his eyes downcast, his mind was filled with the image of Ling Yin weeping in front of the silver trophy. He didn't even remember when they had let go of each other's hands.
Then he asked questions, talked, listened to cheers, and small golden ribbons fell from his head, only to be gently picked up and thrown away.
Then came the Finals MVP awards ceremony, interviews, and group photos. The cheers continued. The interviews continued.
Qu Xing followed every step, but every step was unreal, all too gorgeous, like a dream, and he was always in a trance stimulated by Ling Yin.
The next few hours of revelry would no longer belong to them—at least not to him and Ling Yin.
Qu Xing pulled Ling Yin away from the main group again.
Night fell. Only a small light was on in the room. Ling Yin was pressed against the headboard by Qu Xing. He couldn't help but chuckle, "Are you so anxious, baby?"
Qu Xing pulled away Ling Yin's hand that was trying to hold his waist and held it tightly in his hand.
Ling Yin sensed from his extraordinary strength that this star was in a bad mood.
He was startled and stood up: "Xing..."
Qu Xing pushed him back and leaned over to kiss him.
Qu Xing held him tightly, and as they kissed, she slowly pressed her whole body against him, sitting on his lap, and kept sitting up, her hands touching his back and hugging him tightly.
After the kiss ended, Qu Xing carefully held Ling Yin's face with both hands, rubbed the long-dried tears with his thumbs, and asked quietly: "Did you cry?"
“…” Ling Yin’s eyes moved slightly, and he looked at Qu Xing steadily.
Qu Xing continued to caress his cheek, looked into his eyes and asked again: "Are you crying?"
Without waiting for Ling Yin to answer, Qu Xing said, "You're crying."
Ling Yin: “Yeah.”
Qu Xing stared at Ling Yin's face, his eyes inexplicably filled with sadness.
The voice was a little distorted: "Why are you crying?"
Ling Yin was a little dazed.
"Why are you crying?" Qu Xing's fingertips trembled as she kissed away his long-dried tears. She kept asking, eagerly and tremblingly, "Why are you crying...why are you crying?"
Ling Yin was silent for a while before he whispered, "Because I love you."
Qu Xing separated them a little, but still held Ling Yin's face in his hands, his eyes never leaving his face. Ling Yin noticed that both of his hands were shaking.
Ling Yin grabbed one of his hands: "Stars..."
Qu Xing: "I hate you."
Ling Yin gripped his waist tightly.
He saw the intense love in Xingxing's eyes, at a loss for words, with nowhere to place it, so intense it threatened to swallow him up. It trembled, clamored, wanted to tear, to skin and tear apart the person before it. Love so intense that love wasn't enough, hate was the only option.
Ling Yin exerted force, pressing his entire body against him, the two of them pressing even tighter together. Qu Xing was held tightly in his arms, his pounding heartbeat and his unsettling breathing filled their ears.
"Then you hate me." Ling Yin whispered in his ear.
“…”
Qu Xing whimpered, tilted her head and hugged his neck: "Ling Yin... Ling Yin, I'm really going crazy."
Ling Yin: "Me too."
Qu Xing: "Why did I meet you? I hate you. The two of us...are we crazy? Why..."
Ling Yin buried his head in his neck.
Qu Xing: "Our love is too dangerous."
Ling Yin smelled the fragrance on his neck: "Hmm."
Qu Xing: "If you don't love me anymore, or if you leave me, I will die immediately."
Ling Yin: "How could I not love Xing Xing?"
Qu Xing: "What if I'm not a star?"
Ling Yin: "Then I will love you who is not a star."
Qu Xing: "I'm scared."
Ling Yin: "What are you afraid of?"
Qu Xing buried his head: "I don't know, I'm just scared."
Ling Yin gave a short laugh: "I'm scared too."
Qu Xing raised his head and looked at him: "What are you afraid of?"
Ling Yin: "I'm afraid you'll die."
Qu Xing raised the corners of his mouth, and his eyes rippled like water.
"Afraid that I don't love you as much anymore..." Ling Yin softly repeated what he had just said: "Afraid that I will leave you."
"If you died immediately." Ling Yin chuckled, "I would die immediately too."
Qu Xing: "We are two cowards."
Ling Yin: "Yes."
He suddenly bent his legs, and Qu Xing's waist pushed forward. Suddenly, there was no place to sit, and he was stuck between Ling Yin's hips. Ling Yin pressed his head and kissed him, their noses touching, their breaths intertwined, their lips and tongues entangled.
When Qu Xing's breathing became unstable, Ling Yin suddenly lifted him up and turned him around, placed him on the head of the bed, turned him to face the wall, and leaned over from behind him.
Qu Xing was stuck kneeling between the headboard and Ling Yin, unable to move up or down, unable to kneel straight or fall down. Sitting between Ling Yin's hips, the weight of his entire upper body rested on one point.
Ling Yin knelt behind him and called out in a hoarse voice, "Xingxing."
"What kind of position is this... It's so unstable." Qu Xing struggled to grab the headboard, fearing that if he sat down he would crush Ling Yin.
"That's it." Ling Yin pressed against him and whispered, "Take off your pants."
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