Chapter 16
"Hello, here's your drink."
"What?" Qi Rui asked, tilting his head.
The waiter smiled and said, "Our fruit wine is delicious."
Qi Rui turned to Zhou Si, asking for his opinion.
"Try a little." Zhou Si said, "Don't get drunk before getting on the plane."
Qi Rui poured a glass for everyone, "Where's the little star?"
Le Anyi: "He's on the phone. Don't worry about him. He doesn't like to drink anyway."
When Qu Xing came in, the group had already started eating. The only seat left was next to Le Anyi, so Qu Xing sat down there regretfully.
Damn it, why didn't they give him a seat next to the Wind God? What a bunch of tactless people.
"What is this?" Qu Xing picked up the wine bottle.
Le Anyi: “Drinks.”
"oh."
"Oh my god." Le Anyi laughed evilly and hugged Qu Xing, saying, "That's awesome! These guys' attitudes have completely changed 180 degrees."
After Qu Xing played two games as a support today, even someone who didn't understand the game knew he was amazing. And it was undeniable that he stood out among a bunch of top professional players.
Le Anyi was scrolling and came across a very popular long analysis post.
Alliance Master Father: I don't know why, but I have a terrifying suspicion. Dazzling might not be overstated; on the contrary, your praise is too conservative. Let me analyze it for you all:
Anyone who's watched a lot of matches knows that when a team is deeply behind early on, it's incredibly difficult to navigate. No matter how talented you are, it's usually difficult to accomplish anything in such a situation. The perceived difference between talent and bots in such situations isn't that significant. But why is it that even in a losing game, even with all his teammates dead and himself dead, Dazzling still makes you feel like, "Ah! He's so awesome!"? Is this true? Is this normal? I've been watching matches for ten years, and I've never seen anything like it.
In the past, Dazzling gave me the feeling of a dancer on the edge of a knife, dancing bloodily and beautifully. You can refer to the first game today when Cat was in desperate situation in the dragon pit and died in exchange for someone else's death.
The first game was lost purely because Wind was too dominant, something everyone is used to seeing. Wind's overwhelming power actually overshadowed some of Dazzling's formidable qualities. Of course, Dazzling was playing a cat as well. In the second game, we switched to a hero with a little more room to shine, and you'll see the results.
Did you notice? Actually, when Dazzling has normal teammates, his dance on the edge of a knife has already landed, without any obstacles! He doesn't even dance anymore. The way he dodges and unleashes skills every time, it always feels like he has a god's perspective. He just takes a walk, eh? He's dead!
Is this because the opponent is weak? Surely not, right? Even in top lane, Wind can still suppress the opponent by a lot. Both sides are players we voted for, and they're all normal people. Needless to say, their strength is definitely much stronger than Vin's four players.
This is the effect achieved with auxiliary support.
But he's an ADC! AttackDamageCarry, what does carry mean? He's the carry! Can you imagine what would happen if he were playing AD today? Would he lose the first game? Would the second game be even worse? Imagine that effect, and now add to it. Who are his teammates now? Four world champions!! The support is the best in the world, the mid laner is Feng Shen, and both the top and jungle are top-tier. What does this mean? He can output without any pressure in most situations. So by then, what is his ceiling?
Let me bring up something a bit less technical. Have you ever seen his expression whenever he performs a move? There's no fluctuation at all! It's so casual that it feels like a simple attack is just a basic attack for him, even for a normal person. What's his ultimate limit? Or, in other words, does this guy even have one?
Le Anyi was stunned for a moment and muttered, "Is it really that weird?"
Jiang Lin leaned on Le Anyi's shoulder with one leg on his leg. He seemed to have no bones. He ate in a disjointed manner and looked like he had no appetite.
Jiang Lin moved his head and asked casually, "What's so weird?"
"Look at this person's analysis post." Le Anyi put the phone in his face.
"Hold it farther away, I can't see clearly."
"Can you f*cking get it yourself?" Le Anyi wanted to smash his phone in his face.
"Then I won't watch it." Jiang Lin was too lazy to raise his hand and closed his eyes again.
"Fuck you..." Le Anyi retracted his hand, "I'll read it to you."
Le Anyi: "Master of the Alliance, father, colon, I don't know why, comma, I have..."
Jiang Lin said calmly, "Can you please get out of here? Do you pronounce punctuation marks with your mouth?"
"I want you to look more carefully." Le Anyi said.
"Don't read the punctuation marks. Start over."
"Hey!" Le Anyi was irritated by his self-righteous tone of command.
Jiang Lin raised his hands to cover his ears.
"Nice!" Le Anyi pulled his fingers away. "I have a terrible guess. Dazzling isn't exaggerated. On the contrary, you're being too conservative..."
The sound of clinking cups and plates in the room suddenly died down, and everyone stopped to look at Le Anyi.
Qu Xing also looked over.
"Anyone who watches a lot of games knows..."
“………………Does this person have an upper limit?”
After finishing his passionate recitation, Le Anyi raised his shoulder and threw Jiang Lin's head aside. He put his arm around Qu Xing and asked, "How come I didn't know you were so evil?"
Qu Xing picked up the cup and took a sip, then smiled: "I don't know either."
Le Anyi shook his head and sighed as he took a bite of his food. "He's boasting to the heavens and then not trying to hold back. If he can't meet the audience's expectations, he'll be criticized. And he's even using a 'God's perspective', thinking he's living in a novel?"
Everyone agreed.
Ling Yin felt that only a true God could withstand such unbridled admiration—because the true God was far beyond their imagination.
He didn't think the post Le Anyi had just read was exaggerated at all. Qu Xing was just that kind of "true god".
During the confrontations with Lux today, Ling Yin suddenly felt that Qu Xing's prediction during the game seemed to be different from that of other professional players.
They usually predict the skills of others during a fight. This prediction may or may not work, depending on their reaction ability and personal talent.
But Qu Xing was different. He seemed to be calculating every move, and his calculations were incredibly precise, so he always appeared to be a few tenths of a second faster than everyone else. This level of skill wasn't simply due to a natural understanding of the game; he likely spent countless hours analyzing each player's habits and styles, then had to sort through this vast, disorganized information to extract the key, useful pieces, allowing him to react incredibly quickly in those crucial seconds of the match.
Ling Yin wasn't sure if this feeling was right. Regardless of how Qu Xing's brain worked while he was playing games, the League of Legends he played was definitely different from everyone else's.
…
"Let's go now that we're full."
Qu Xing: “Yeah.”
"Let's go."
Qu Xing sat there motionless, picking up the harmless bottle of wine on the table with a confused look on his face: "This thing..."
A crowd of people looked at him.
Qu Xing: "...It tastes delicious."
Everyone: “…”
Zhou Si suddenly saw the empty porcelain bottle at Qu Xing's feet, and took the one in Qu Xing's hand - it was also empty.
Zhou Si narrowed his eyes and looked at Le Anyi: "You were sitting next to him, why didn't you pay attention?"
Le Anyi waved his hands in fear: "Ah? Me? Me, me, me..."
"What can you expect him to see?" He Weichen sneered.
"Tsk." Zhou Si looked down at Qu Xing, completely doting on him. "Can you do it? If not, I'll carry you on my back."
"Is that wine? Isn't that a drink..." Qu Xing stood up: "It's okay."
Fortunately, he seemed to be quite sober and made it all the way to the plane, where he collapsed into his seat and fell asleep. He was also groggy after getting off the plane and getting in the car.
Arriving at the gate of the base, Ling Yin pushed the head on his shoulder and said, "We're here."
"Yeah." Qu Xing opened his eyes and saw that it was Ling Yin. He immediately hugged her tightly and refused to let go: "Let's go."
But he didn't move.
Zhou Si: "Drag him down, I'll get him some hangover sober later."
Ling Yin lowered his eyes and said, "If you don't come down, I will carry you."
Qu Xing hugged her tighter.
Ling Yin chuckled and carried the man out of the car. Qu Xing grumbled unhappily after landing, then walked briskly through the gate. He didn't look drunk at all.
Ling Yin went to get the honey water for Qu Xing, but when he turned around, he found that the person was gone.
Zhou Si: "Where are the people?"
"I went upstairs." Le Anyi collapsed on the sofa.
Ling Yin went upstairs and found that the person was not in the room. After searching for a long time, he found that the person was in the training room.
I still have the energy to train.
Ling Yin sighed as he walked behind him and put down the water cup.
"Drink..."
Ling Yin's voice paused as he quickly reached out to catch the falling head.
Qu Xing buried his whole face in his hands and almost couldn't breathe.
Ling Yin: “…”
He glanced at the computer screen. The game had already started, but the hero stood there motionless, being repeatedly questioned by his teammates.
Ling Yin supported Qu Xing's head, put him and his chair aside, and reluctantly took over Qu Xing's mouse and keyboard.
Not long after the game started, Qu Xing's ID was recognized. So the opponent started a special "hello" method and rushed to the bottom lane to cause trouble.
Ling Yin was so annoyed that he just wanted to finish the game quickly so he could help the drunk guy next to him to sleep. He decisively went home and chose to go to the middle lane. Lucian, armed with dual pistols, fired a few shots at the opponent, sending the low-health enemy home. Then Ling Yin took up residence in the middle lane.
After the other players came online, Ling Yin first called in the jungler for a set, then decisively unleashed a powerful sweep, mowing down the enemy team from outside the tower. He then roamed into the jungle to seize the dragon pit resources, collaborating with the jungler to kill two more. After returning to the city and rejoining the lane, he solo-killed the opposing Galio once again. From then on, Galio began a miserable life of dying every time he left the tower.
Ling Yin traveled around causing trouble and killing people wherever he went.
Someone on the other side couldn't help but said in the public chat:
—Daisy
——You should consider joining another team and switch to mid lane.
——Seriously
——Mid single value is much greater than AD
Ling Yin: “…”
——No thanks
The man refused to give up.
——I feel like your mid-lane skills are even better than Wind's
——Really, I played against Wind before, and he definitely didn’t play as well as you
——Believe it or not, you can create a history that is even more awesome than the God of Wind.
Ling Yin: “…”
——Are you the only one who didn’t surrender?
That person:
——Yes, I want to say a few more words
A few seconds later, a kill announcement came from the public screen. This talkative friend was brutally killed by Ling Yin.
Lingyin Typing
——Click
After finishing the game quickly, Ling Yin turned his head to meet Qu Xing's gaze and paused.
Qu Xing didn't know when he turned on the phone again. He stared at Ling Yin with his big eyes, like a little animal asking for food, staring straight ahead, without concealing the desire in his eyes.
Ling Yin unconsciously held his breath. After a while, he slowly took out his phone, smiled secretly, and clicked on the video: "What are you looking at?"
Qu Xing's eyes were burning: "Can you give it to me?"
Ling Yin: "What should I give you?"
Qu Xing moved closer, his eyes sparkling as he said, "Your face."
Ling Yin chuckled: "What do you want to do with it?"
Qu Xing: "Collection."
Ling Yin smiled and changed his hand to hold the phone, blocking Qu Xing's attempt to pull his hand away.
"Just face?" Ling Yin asked.
Qu Xing reluctantly glanced at the phone that was blocking half of Ling Yin's face. Hearing this, he looked Ling Yin up and down. His gaze gradually grew hesitant, and then he looked at that face again, as if suddenly realizing something, and pretending to compromise, he said, "Both are fine."
Ling Yin laughed so hard that his hands shook: "But I can't give it to you."
Qu Xing immediately said, "I have money!"
Ling Yin smiled and raised an eyebrow: "How much do you want to give me?"
Qu Xing was so mesmerized by his raised eyebrow that he forgot his own name and his remaining rationality vanished into thin air: "All for you."
"Okay." Ling Yin looked at the boy with sincere eyes on the screen, "Keep your word."
"You should go to bed." Ling Yin put away his phone and pulled the person over with a smile.
Qu Xing didn't say anything.
Ling Yin: "Do you still want me to hold you?"
Qu Xing still didn't say anything. He stared at him for a moment, then suddenly came up, hugged Ling Yin and gave him a big kiss.
Ling Yin: “……!”
Even though it's just the face.
Although it's not the first time.
But he was still a little confused. His outstretched hand paused in mid-air for a moment before slowly landing on Qu Xing's back.
The lingering scent of fruit wine lingered on his cheek. Qu Xing put his arm around his neck and said vaguely, "Can I sleep with you tonight?"
Ling Yin: "No." What's the point of sleeping with a drunkard?
Qu Xing: "Stingy."
Ling Yin's ears were tickled by his blowing. He pushed his head but it didn't move. "If you don't move, I'll carry you up."
"I can walk by myself." Qu Xing got off him and waited for the others to stand up before climbing back up.
Ling Yin had never climbed stairs like this before. Qu Xing couldn't control his little brain and insisted on taking the stairs. He clung to Ling Yin, rubbing and sniffing him like a fussy little animal. Ling Yin held onto the handrail while simultaneously protecting Qu Xing from falling and stumbling up the stairs. Finally, they reached the door to the room. Qu Xing was still determined to follow Ling Yin inside.
"Are you drunk or not?" Ling Yin said helplessly.
The handcuffs around his waist were like steel bands, and he didn't look like a drunkard who couldn't even walk properly. Qu Xing seemed to have made his home in him, sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed.
"Why don't you go back to your room first?" Ling Yin pushed him. "I'll go downstairs and bring the honey water back to you, otherwise you'll feel uncomfortable tomorrow."
"It's not uncomfortable." Qu Xing opened his eyes a little and fumbled to open the door of Ling Yin's room. Ling Yin felt a sense of relief at his waist, and Qu Xing slipped in in an instant.
“…”
Ling Yin held the door and looked at it for a while, then went in and closed the door helplessly.
"Then take a shower first."
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