Chapter 17
It was a bit unsettling to let a drunk who was sometimes drunk and sometimes not drunk take a bath by himself. But Ling Yin couldn't go in to help Qu Xing wash. He could only stand outside the door and say, "Don't lock the door. If he falls, I can come in."
Qu Xing: “Oh.”
Ling Yin grabbed the door and asked doubtfully, "Can you do it on your own?"
Qu Xing swore: "Okay, I'm not drunk."
Ling Yin: “…”
Why are you in my bathroom if you're not drunk?
"Be careful." Ling Yin closed the door.
There were some rustling noises coming from the bathroom.
Then stop.
There was a long silence.
Ling Yin hadn't heard any sound of water, and wondered if Qu Xing had fallen asleep again. Just as he was debating whether to go in and take a look, he heard a crash from inside the door.
Ling Yin was startled and hurriedly pushed the door open. After taking in the scene inside, he instantly forgot everything. His breathing seemed to be tightly grasped by something, and his heartbeat gradually accelerated.
Toiletries were scattered all over the floor, but Ling Yin didn't care. Qu Xing had his back to the door, his shirt already undone. He'd obviously missed the last button, so he struggled to get it off, but couldn't. His silk shirt fell halfway around his waist, outlining his smooth waistline. He didn't know if it was the alcohol or the anxiety of not getting his clothes off, but a light blush crept onto his cheeks as he turned his head to look at Ling Yin. He seemed a little uncomfortable, and the frivolous look he had just put on just to squeeze in and sleep with Ling Yin was gone.
Ling Yin stood at the doorway for a few seconds, and Qu Xing's eyes suddenly closed. Ling Yin rushed into the bathroom and supported the young man, who was leaning against the wall. He held the young man's fair skin in his palm, and Qu Xing, using the force, fell asleep with his head against the wall.
"...Wake up." Ling Yin's voice was hoarse. After a pause, he said, "Forget about washing. Just go to bed."
"Wash." Qu Xing closed his eyes and began to take off his clothes. However, he never noticed the button that was not undone. He frowned and tugged at it for a while. Just as Ling Yin wanted to reach out and help him unbutton it, the button finally broke under the drunk's brute force.
Ling Yin's eyes followed the glittering button to the wall. Suddenly, he felt a weight on his body. Qu Xing leaned over and cried, "Brother, I can't take it off."
"..." Ling Yin's fingertips moved slightly, and he lowered his eyes and said, "You took it off."
Qu Xing didn't hear anything and just said to himself, "Help me take it off."
Ling Yin took a deep breath, his eyelashes trembled, and his long fingers fell on Qu Xing's shirt at his waist.
His body's reaction at this moment made him certain of one thing - his love for the little boy god was indeed not pure.
Helping him take off his shirt, Ling Yin suddenly didn't want Qu Xing to wear his clothes anymore. Otherwise, his heart might beat fast all night because of this person in front of him.
"Where are your clothes? I'll get them for you."
"Under the wardrobe on the right..." Qu Xing raised his hand to take off his pants.
Ling Yin quickly let go of her hand and left the bathroom.
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After taking a shower, Ling Yin stood by the bed, hesitating.
Qu Xing was wrapped in his quilt, looking like he was already asleep, sleeping peacefully, as if he didn't really need him to "sleep with him." He took a step back and decided to sleep in the spare guest room.
After turning around and taking two steps, he heard a rustling sound behind him. Ling Yin turned around and met Qu Xing's sad gaze.
Sitting in the middle of a pile of quilts, like a puppy abandoned by its owner.
Ling Yin's figure froze in the darkness: "..."
The room was dark, and the beautiful captain seemed very far away from him. Qu Xing instinctively found a trace of rationality in his alcohol-controlled brain, vaguely realizing that he couldn't sleep with her so soon.
He dropped his eyes and began to get out of bed.
Ling Yin just looked at the little gray hair on Qu Xing's head, which swayed slowly. He rubbed the edge of the bed for a long time before finding his slippers, and walked out with his eyes downcast.
It was a pitiful situation, as if a cold wind was blowing in the bedroom.
“…”
Ling Yin half-amused and half-helplessly grabbed the passerby and said, "Okay, I'll sleep with you."
Qu Xing's clumsy brain immediately forgot all the unpleasantness. Ling Yin was kissed by him again.
“……………………”
The next morning.
Qu Xing opened his eyes and saw a magnified profile of a beautiful woman. He was hugging and embracing this beautiful woman.
“…”
Did he do something to coerce others last night?
He stared at Ling Yin's sleeping face for a while, then began to tiptoe out of the bed. As soon as his hand left Ling Yin's warm chest, Ling Yin suddenly opened her eyes—her beautiful eyes were covered with a mist of confusion, and she glanced over at him.
Qu Xing's eyes were clear and he curved his pupils: "Good morning."
Ling Yin looked at him expressionlessly for a moment, then closed his eyes: "Yeah."
Qu Xing felt itchy.
Damn it, damn it. How could someone be so charming even with just a "hmm"? Sleeping right in front of you, defenseless, only to respond with a cold "hmm" when you greeted him morning, then closing his eyes and going back to sleep. Just laying his handsome face right before you for you to admire.
It was as if something had awakened inside Qu Xing's body.
Ling Yin had just fallen back asleep when he felt something large and furry hug him. A furry head rubbed against his neck a few times. When he opened his eyes without any emotion, the hair on his neck had already left. Qu Xing jumped out of bed with full energy and left the room.
“…”
Ling Yin turned over and closed his eyes again.
God knows what time he fell asleep last night...so sleepy.
Qu Xing went for a few laps first, trying to stimulate his brain with exercise and help him recall what happened last night. He only remembered that he really wanted to hold Ling Yin in his arms while he slept, but Ling Yin seemed to stand far away and disagreed.
So how did you finally agree?
Oh my god, he was actually capable of forcing the captain to sleep with him? How could he forget such a wonderful memory! How did Ling Yin give in? What was that expression? Was he humiliated or submissive when he lay down?
If you can give in once, you can give in a second time, a third time...
Why not try again tonight? It's such a blessing to see a beautiful woman as soon as I open my eyes in the morning.
After returning home and taking a shower, Ling Yin was sitting at the dining table eating breakfast.
Something was stirring inside Qu Xing.
Ueno and his partner leaned over to look at their tablets. Qu Xing sat down next to Ling Yin, crunching his lime-flavored lollipop. He reached for the unopened milk in the middle of the table. Halfway through, he turned and touched Ling Yin's drink. Just as he was about to take a sip, he felt Ling Yin looking at him.
Qu Xing paused, turned his head and smiled at him, then bit the straw that Ling Yin had used to drink.
He waited for Ling Yin's reaction, but to his surprise, Ling Yin simply glanced at the straw and then looked at him thoughtfully, "Have you forgotten everything about last night?"
"I haven't forgotten." Qu Xing returned the milk to him, picked up a piece of corn and took a bite, letting his brain piece together the pitiful memories, and said vaguely: "I forced you to sleep with me."
Ling Yin: “…” Something feels wrong.
Obviously, something was wrong. The two people across from him who were engrossed in their tablets suddenly looked up: "What did you do??!"
Qu Xing suddenly froze, then realized, "I just hugged the captain to sleep, I didn't do anything." He turned to Ling Yin and said, "I'm sorry, Brother Ling, I didn't mean to discredit you."
When Qu Xing slept with Ling Yin in his arms, Le Anyi actually felt that it was outrageous but also reasonable.
"...It's okay." Ling Yin said: "And then?"
"Then?" Qu Xing thought for a moment, a shy smile forming on his lips, but a cunning look in his eyes: "What did I do to make you submit to my power... No, I was forced to do so."
The smile in Ling Yin's eyes gradually deepened.
It turned out that in his memory, he was the one who forced himself.
Ling Yin decided to help him distort the facts. He took out his phone and clicked on the short video he had recorded yesterday.
Qu Xing was just about to ask why you were still filming the video, but when he saw himself in the camera, he froze in place.
…
"I have money."
…
"All for you."
Qu Xing: "...So, this is how you agreed to sleep with me?"
Ling Yin looked at him with the corners of his mouth curled up, his eyes seemed to be shining, deep and charming: "Yeah."
Le Anyi bumped into He Weichen and whispered, "How long do you think it will take for them to be together?"
He Weichen watched with great interest: "At most half a year."
"How can you just succumb to money like this..." Qu Xing watched Ling Yin pick up the box of milk, put the straw he had bitten in his mouth, and looked at him with a smile.
He swallowed and asked, "Can I sell myself to pay off my debts?"
"puff!"
Ling Yin burst out laughing.
Qu Xing stared blankly for a while, and seeing Ling Yin laughing endlessly, he snatched the milk from his hand and went upstairs with the corn in his mouth.
"We're going to slowly get into competition training mode starting today," Zhao Hui said, leaning against the table. "It's time to put that damn game Easy away."
Le Anyi: “Okay.”
"The new patch isn't out yet, but we definitely need to play ranked and improve our feel first. We also need to improve our overall draft and champion pool. I've said this many times. Le Anyi improved last season, and we'll continue to do so this season." Zhao Hui paused, "Jiang Lin."
Jiang Lin slumped in his chair, wondering, "Me?"
Zhao Hui patted Song Tianhua: "Let him recognize his own strength."
Song Tianhua flipped open a notebook. "Last summer season, we only picked soft supports 11 times out of 84 small-group matches. Eight of those 11 times were forced due to the opponent's draft targeting. And out of those 11 soft support matches, we lost four. That means after picking a soft support, your loss rate was 36.4%, while our entire team's loss rate was 10.7%."
Jiang Lin's face became increasingly stiff, and he gradually sat up straight.
Song Tianhua: "You have an incomplete hero pool and you still have the nerve to call yourself the best assistant in the world?"
"Alright," Zhao Hui interrupted, "He Weichen, improve your judgment of the situation. Practice more. You can be arrogant, but don't be reckless. When you think you can 1v3, at least make a careful assessment of your opponent and do a thorough damage calculation."
"Le Anyi doesn't have any major problems. He plays more pressure-resistant characters. He can take time to practice heroes like mages and assassins to prepare for emergencies."
"Ling Yin, your direction." Zhao Hui's expression cracked. "Sometimes when the players are having fun and getting loud, you should also raise your voice a little more often, or give the signal more often. Le Anyi said that your cold voice scares people and shakes their hands, which really affects their mood during the game."
Le Anyi was so frightened that he quickly waved his hands: "No, no, no, it doesn't matter, I didn't say that! I just said it casually!"
"Alright." Zhao Hui took the notebook from Song Tianhua and said with his head down, "And Dazzling."
"We've reviewed your past game recordings." Zhao Hui stared at the data on the notebook. "You've lost more games than anything else, so it should be easier to spot problems. But your teammates have so many problems that it's hard to spot your own flaws. And to be honest, even in the games you won..."
Zhao Hui hissed and closed the notebook: "I don't quite understand it."
Everyone: “…”
There was a moment of silence before the training room erupted in laughter.
Zhao Hui couldn't help but laugh. "I really don't understand. But your hero pool should be fine. I've seen you pick quite a few unusual heroes in competition. And I've always been curious about something."
Qu Xing laughed and said, "What?"
"Why does your Nami deal more damage than others?"
Qu Xing: “…No.”
Zhao Hui: "Anyway, we don't know you very well, so we won't give you blind advice. Just practice on your own. We'll slowly identify any problems during future training matches."
Qu Xing nodded.
After a few casual words, the group of teenagers quickly immersed themselves in the serious training atmosphere.
Qu Xing clicked the mouse a few times and suddenly called out, "Linlin."
Jiang Lin was about to get a cup of hot water when he paused, "Huh?"
Qu Xing: "Shall we play duo for a while?"
"Okay." Jiang Lin nodded.
The aroma of coffee filled the air. Jiang Lin took a sip with enjoyment, and suddenly met He Weichen's mysterious gaze.
"What's the matter?" Jiang Lin smacked his lips slowly, glancing at He Weichen's eyes which were a mixture of pity and schadenfreude, completely confused.
The usually ruthless jungler suddenly raised his hand and stroked the back of his big brother's head: "Good luck."
"What the hell?" Jiang Lin slapped the hand away and raised his hand to retaliate.
"You know plum blossoms, right?" He Weichen said mysteriously.
Jiang Lin: "I know, he's Xiao Xingxing's former assistant, and he's pretty good."
He Weichen stared at Jiang Lin without blinking, "I know him. Before he became Qu Xing's assistant, his strength wasn't quite up to par."
Jiang Lin didn't understand what he wanted to say.
"Anyway," He Weichen turned around with the cup in hand, "Judging from Meihua's condition during that time, his sudden increase in strength must be something extraordinary."
He suddenly looked back at me with his eyes slanted, his slightly darker skin hidden in the dim light of the tea room, and a gleam of brilliance hidden in his small eyes.
"Be careful."
Jiang Lin stood there in a daze for a long time, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you filming a movie?"
He Weichen grinned and said, "Let's create an atmosphere."
"Okay, you continue." Jiang Lin walked out of the tea room in slippers.
He Weichen stretched out his hand: "Really have to be careful."
"Don't worry." Jiang Lin said lazily, "I won't let him use the mutation potion to control me."
He Weichen: "..."
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