Chapter 33
As soon as Qu Xing finished, he put down the mouse and his head fell on the table with a bang.
Ling Yin touched his forehead, which was still burning hot: "Is it more uncomfortable than before?"
Qu Xing grabbed Ling Yin's hand and pressed it against his face, "Cover me quickly, your hands are so cool."
Ling Yin was helpless. It was obvious that his face was too hot. He moved his index finger and rubbed Qu Xing's face: "Why don't you go back and rest?"
"It's okay, I'll finish listening to the review first." Qu Xing still held his hand.
"Drink some water?" Ling Yin asked.
Qu Xing closed his eyes and nodded, but did not move.
Ling Yin turned around and looked, "Le Anyi, help me find a straw."
Le Anyi glanced at Qu Xing, who was dazed from the fever, and said, "Okay."
He handed the straw to Ling Yin, looked at Qu Xing who was holding Ling Yin's hand tightly, and curled his lips: "Why are you acting like a child?"
Qu Xing closed his eyes and drank the water Ling Yin handed to him, then raised his limp fist in a threat without any deterrent effect. Le Anyi was amused by this, and he said, hands on his hips, "Why? I don't fight with patients."
Zhao Hui slapped him and shouted, "Come over and review the situation."
"Oh!" Le Anyi glanced at Qu Xing, and finally couldn't help but pinched his face and ran away quickly.
Qu Xing: “…”
The review lasted for over an hour, and Qu Xing forced himself to listen to it all, not forgetting to express his own opinions. Then, Zhou Si, who came up to look at him, forced him to go back to his room to rest.
Qu Xing was extremely reluctant and turned around to hug Ling Yin's arm: "Wind God, Wind God, Feng God, save me!!!"
Zhou Si stood aside, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "You're not willing to rest even though I told you to."
Qu Xing rested his forehead against Ling Yin's arm. Even though he was dizzy from the fever, he still cried: "Ah - it's okay, I can rest in the training room - you don't have to worry about me."
"How embarrassing would it be to lose to the second team in a night training match without getting enough rest?"
Qu Xing shook his head and continued to howl: "With the Wind God, we won't lose—"
"Hey, kid! You're the treasure of our team, and not only did you get sick today, but you didn't even get enough rest." Zhou Si rolled up his sleeves and directed the other four: "Help me carry him back!"
Jiang Lin had wanted to do this for a long time, so he rolled up his sleeves and came over without saying a word.
Le Anyi ran over with a chuckle: "Let me see where to start."
Even He Weichen stood up and looked at Qu Xing, looking eager to try.
Qu Xing was so frightened that he hugged her tighter: "No! Can you please not make me go back in such an uncool posture?"
Zhou Si: "Then go back looking handsome."
Qu Xing: "No."
Zhou Si: “…” Why do you have a fever and act like you’re drunk?
"Don't you want to be alone?" Ling Yin suddenly asked.
Qu Xing nodded imperceptibly.
Ling Yin turned to look at Zhao Hui: "I'll accompany him for a day."
Zhao Hui waved his hand: "Go ahead."
Then they watched Qu Xing obediently follow Ling Yin upstairs. He didn't say a word, just doing whatever he was told, as if he hadn't been the one throwing a tantrum the previous second.
Several people stared at the door where the two disappeared, standing silently like a world-famous painting.
After a long while, Le Anyi leaned on the back of Qu Xing's chair and said, "I'm not saying anything, I'm just speechless."
He Weichen nodded: "+1."
Jiang Lin's focus was different: "How did Wind know?"
Using the brain for a long time is indeed very exhausting. Qu Xing curled up in the quilt and felt sleepy after a while, but he kept his eyelids open and didn't want to fall asleep. He kept staring at Ling Yin.
"Would you like some water?" Ling Yin asked.
The low voice made Qu Xing feel more at ease: "Just stay next to me, don't leave."
Ling Yin's eyes curved: "Yeah."
Qu Xing closed his eyes, and opened them again after a while: "Is the sofa comfortable? Do you want to lie down with me?"
"No." Ling Yin said without hesitation.
Qu Xing suddenly narrowed his eyes. Because he was wrapped in the quilt with only his head exposed, he looked lazy and not threatening at all except for being cute.
"Do you dislike me?"
Ling Yin chuckled, "Can you go to sleep soon?"
"oh."
After all, he was still young, and Qu Xing fell asleep after a while. However, his sleep was not very peaceful, and he probably didn't feel very comfortable even in his dream.
Ling Yin gently lifted the quilt and stuffed the electronic thermometer in for him. After a few seconds, he took it out - 38 degrees, a little better than before. He had just tucked the quilt into Qu Xing when Qu Xing frowned and muttered something, then directly lifted the quilt.
Ling Yin: “…”
Well, it seems it’s not cold.
He didn't cover him tightly, just pulled the quilt up over his stomach. He then took his arms out and let them sit, figuring they needed to dissipate the heat. He reached out and unbuttoned two of his collar buttons, pulling them outward. Ling Yin accidentally touched his fair neck and collarbone, and the burning sensation made him withdraw his hand.
After thinking about it, Ling Yin turned around and looked around the bathroom.
There were several towels hanging on the rack, and he couldn't tell which one was for what. He simply decided to go back to his room and get a new one.
Just as I reached the door, I heard a voice from behind: "Where are you going?"
Ling Yin was startled by the ghostly voice. He turned around and saw Qu Xing had sat up, looking at him with a distracted look.
Ling Yin paused and said, "Go get a towel to wipe you off."
After saying that, he looked at Qu Xing.
Qu Xing's current state is definitely not sober. It feels like he is talking to a ghost when he speaks. The "ghost" doesn't hear what he says at all and is staring at him in a daze.
Ling Yin held onto the door handle and stood in silence with Qu Xing for a while. This scene felt strangely familiar. It was just like the last time she got drunk and insisted on sleeping with him.
He finally let go and sat back down in his original position.
"I'm not leaving. Go to sleep."
Qu Xing followed him with his eyes, tilted his head and stared at him with a frown.
Ling Yin couldn't help laughing: "I really won't leave."
Qu Xing lay down silently, closing his eyes. After a moment, he opened them again, looked at Ling Yin, and whispered, "I'm fine. Go back to training."
Ling Yin raised his eyebrows slightly: "Who was the one who just threw a tantrum and didn't want to be alone?"
The little bit of conscience that Qu Xing had managed to muster instantly vanished: "Then you should stay with me."
Ling Yin looked at him with his eyes curved.
Qu Xing knew he was being a bit pretentious and embarrassed, but he still didn't want to be alone. He put on a fierce look and said, "You promised me, right? If I see you running out again..."
Ling Yin raised an eyebrow and waited for him to speak with a smile in his eyes.
Qu Xing couldn't say anything harsh to this face, so he simply shut his mouth and turned away.
Ling Yin waited for a while but heard no sound.
"What are you going to do if I run away?" Ling Yin asked softly.
No sound.
Ling Yin's eyes curved, and he stood up and leaned over to take a look. He found that his breathing was steady, and he was indeed asleep. He suppressed a smile and watched for a while.
Qu Xing's eyelashes were very long, especially noticeable when she closed her eyes, and they were motionless. He couldn't help but reach out and fiddle with them. Qu Xing's eyelashes trembled, but didn't move.
He almost laughed out loud, leaning on the bed and watching for a long time. When the person beneath him moved, Ling Yin quickly stepped back and stood up straight. He saw Qu Xing turned over and lay on his back, his bold sleeping posture vaguely visible through the quilt.
He took out his phone and took a few photos of Qu Xing sleeping. He sat back and looked at the photos over and over for a while before replying to Ming Wei's WeChat message.
Mingwei is the captain of UNG and the upper jungler. Currently 26 years old, he has played in the LPL for nine years and has won a world championship. He is a seasoned and powerful jungler. After this one-win, one-loss training match, this world-class jungler began to worry about his fate.
upper——Can I win the championship again in my life?
upper——Why do I feel that even xixi has become a lot more powerful?
upper——Shi Yifu is not running away
Upper——How much signing bonus did you give Dazzling? Brother Ji said he offered 30 million and still couldn't snatch it away from you, and he even wanted to add more.
Wind——Unknown
Wind – He signed the DL because of me.
upper——I really want to hit you…
Upper——Why you? Am I not strong? I am also the recognized number one jungler in LPL.
Wind——Maybe it’s because you’re a little old
upper——…heartbreaking
Ling Yin smiled silently.
He exited the chat interface and opened the album again to flip through it. Then he subconsciously opened a forum, but who knew that he would get a "surprise" as soon as he opened it.
【Dazzling0-8】
Ling Yin: “…”
Ling Yin didn't even bother clicking on it. 0-8 was Qu Xing's second-game record. He knew exactly what was happening under this topic without even thinking. He simply took a screenshot of the topic and posted it to the group.
Wind – How did this get out?
Zhou Si——???
Zhou Si——@Everyone, who spread the news, tell the truth?
Zhou Si - Could there be a traitor in our base?
The others should be training and haven't replied yet.
Ling Yin clicked on the entry and took a look. A "mysterious person" had posted a screenshot with the time and battle records. Qu Xing's record and damage were highlighted in red, claiming that his record was shockingly low, with even less damage than a support. Is this what you call the "unlimited demon king"?
Obviously, this topic wasn't going to stir up any waves anymore. After all, Qu Xing's strength had been proven numerous times, and everyone could see it. But Ling Yin still wanted to attack. Qu Xing had been lucky to just sit there during that round. He couldn't believe that someone with this kind of inside information didn't know what Qu Xing had been up to. It was clearly a deliberate attempt to pick a fight.
He took a look at the screenshot and felt that it didn't look like something a contestant could have taken. Just as he was thinking this, Zhao Hui sent a message in the group.
Zhao Hui - This interface is similar to what we see on the coach's desk.
Zhao Hui - I don't feel like the people here
Zhao Hui - Is it from UNG?
Ling Yin sent the screenshot to Ming Wei without hesitation.
——Find out if there are any idiots in your team who leaked internal information about the training matches.
There was a slight rubbing sound of the quilt. Ling Yin raised his head and met Qu Xing's wide-open eyes.
Ling Yin: “…”
He sat over and touched Qu Xing's forehead, then ruffled his hair: "I'm here."
Ling Yin felt that he was confused and his eyes were a little unfocused due to the fever, so he just stared at him without saying a word. Ling Yin took his temperature and found that it had returned to 38.5 degrees Celsius.
When he first came up, he took some medicine. Ling Yin remembered that he seemed to have only taken the medicine for the cold, and had not taken the medicine for dizziness and fever.
He took out his cell phone and was about to send a message to the team doctor to ask something when Qu Xing slapped him and the phone slipped out of his hand. Ling Yin quickly picked it up.
"What are you doing?" Ling Yin asked, holding the phone.
"Don't play." Qu Xing said with a frown.
"Let me ask you what medicine to take." Ling Yin pinched Qu Xing's hand as he tried to snatch it.
Qu Xing had no strength to begin with, and when he saw that he couldn't snatch it, he felt sad, frowned, and buried his face in the pillow.
Ling Yin put down his phone: "I don't want to play anymore."
Qu Xing didn't move.
Ling Yin reached out to support Qu Xing's hot head and gently turned it back.
"Are you still dizzy?"
Qu Xing's brows were still furrowed, "I won't feel dizzy if I lie down."
"Then what's wrong with you?"
"It's okay, I'll be fine after a good sleep." Qu Xing said in a daze.
"You sleep, I'm here."
Qu Xing looked at him with his eyes open.
Ling Yin smiled and raised his hand to cover his face, "Go to sleep quickly, I really won't leave."
Ling Yin felt his palm being rubbed by his eyelashes and thought he had closed his eyes. When he withdrew his hand, he found that they were still open.
He whispered, "What do you want me to do to make you close your eyes?"
Qu Xing closed his eyes.
Ling Yin stared at him for a moment, then reached out when he didn't open his eyes. Qu Xing, like a radar, sensed the moment he touched the phone. He narrowed his eyes and looked at him questioningly.
Ling Yin confronted him for a while with his phone in hand, feeling that his current thinking pattern was completely unpredictable.
"I'm sorry, I really don't want to play anymore."
Qu Xing said sadly: "You lied to me."
Ling Yin felt a pang of distress at the hoarse voice. He placed the phone in Qu Xing's arms and said, "I'll leave it to you for safekeeping. Go to sleep."
Qu Xing finally closed his eyes with peace of mind.
This time, he didn't stir, sleeping soundly for a long time. The room was quiet, and since he couldn't look at his phone, Ling Yin had to watch him. He watched until he felt his breathing become calmer. A little sweat formed on his forehead. Ling Yin leaned forward slightly, wiped it with a piece of paper, and then felt the warmth with the back of his hand.
It doesn't seem so hot anymore.
…
When Qu Xing woke up, the first thing he saw was a dark ceiling. His head wasn't as dizzy anymore, but the room was eerily quiet. It must have been around seven or eight, with almost no light in the room.
He subconsciously turned his head to look at the sofa.
It was so quiet he'd thought the room was empty, but he saw Ling Yin still lazily sitting there. Because of the lack of light, it was hard to tell where her eyes were focused; it seemed she was looking down at her fingertips. She was beautiful and quiet, like a statue.
Suddenly, he felt a suppressed emotion erupt through the darkness. Qu Xing felt that in this situation, this dark room, this statuesque beauty, they should do something. His heart beat steadily, even more so than usual, but his breathing became increasingly difficult. He wasn't dizzy or uncomfortable anymore, but his whole body was restless. He felt like he was going crazy.
Qu Xing stretched out his hands and rubbed his face wildly, trying to wake up a little.
When Ling Yin came to his senses, he saw the person on the bed abusing him.
"……What are you doing?"
Qu Xing stopped, put down his hands, and stretched himself out on the bed. Suddenly, he felt something fall out of his arms. He reached out and touched it, and found it was Ling Yin's cell phone.
Qu Xing was confused: "......?"
Ling Yin looked at him, then stood up and flicked on the light in the room. Both of them were blinded by the light and closed their eyes for a moment.
Qu Xing recovered and looked at Ling Yin. He found that his impulse to do something did not disappear as the room became brighter. Instead, the urge to do something became stronger after he saw Ling Yin's face clearly.
Hold……
Qu Xing rolled over again and buried his and Ling Yin's phones under the quilt. Then he heard Ling Yin's puzzled voice from behind him.
"What's wrong?"
Qu Xing was about to say it was nothing when he felt a slight dip next to him, and the warmth of another person's body approached. A slightly cool hand covered his forehead.
Qu Xing slapped Ling Yin's hand and held it still.
Ling Yin: “…hiss.”
He could feel Ling Yin's protruding joints on his palm. Qu Xing was reluctant to remove his hand for a moment. Then he heard his low voice coming from above his head: "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?"
Qu Xing felt numb from his ears to his brain, and all he could think of was: it’s over, ....
"It's okay." Qu Xing propped himself up and rolled over from the bed, returning the phone to him: "Let's go eat, I'm so hungry."
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