Chapter 44
——Ling Yin seems to have really gone out to play——
The cause was that DL had missed everyone else's scrimmages for two consecutive days. After much questioning among the teams, it was finally revealed that Ling Yinzhen had gone out to play. This shocked the otherwise well-behaved players—at least in the eyes of netizens. Somehow, the news got out.
For a flawless, steadfast, and resolute professional player to say something like that is already a serious crime, and then to skip practice for two days straight! That's a capital offense! Are you still going to win the championship? Are you trying to lose? Do you have any professionalism? Are you crazy?
As expected, those who criticized Ling Yin for saying "going out to play" became increasingly frantic, viciously criticizing each other. However, the online trend miraculously did not turn into a frenzy of suppression. Instead, a more relaxed public opinion made it look like a game of judge and prisoner.
——Hahahahahahahaha
——Why did he really go out to play?
——I don’t know what to say
——Is it so wild? Wind God
--nausea. . .
——Haha ...
——Really ran away?
——Fuck, this guy is awesome. I'm impressed.
——Professional players skipping practice matches? That's all their professionalism.
Is this a lie? Did the Wind God really go out to play?
——Awesome
——A mere passerby, who came to watch the fun after hearing the news
——You deserve not to win the championship
——You guys are so funny, you're cursing and suddenly you realize that someone is actually having fun
——Netizen: If you have the guts, just jump down; Ling Yin: Bye~
A dreary training room.
Le Anyi touched his chin and said, "It's so strange. I suddenly feel that those insults are not offensive at all."
It's like putting a ghost in the sun and finding out it's just a poor little creature with an unhappy life, and the only reason it looks scary is because it hasn't washed its hair in thirty days.
Song Tianhua scolded, "Still playing with your phone? Train! Ling Yin can handle not training for a few days, can you? Give me some clear thinking!"
"We're waiting in line." Le Anyi put down his phone and muttered, "Hey, Brother Song, don't be so angry. Things have already become like this. It's useless for you to lose your temper at us. You should learn from Brother Hui and calm down."
Zhao Hui sat steadily and talked to their half-bald data analyst.
Song Tianhua: "Hmph."
Le Anyi picked up his phone and looked at it secretly again. He really didn't expect that public opinion would become like this.
The main reason is that this topic echoes the topic from two days ago, which really feels inexplicably funny.
A day ago, everyone was still accusing me of "How dare you go out and play during training?" It felt as if if you dared to go out and play, your image as a wind god would immediately collapse, you would forever lose the qualifications to be a great professional player, and from now on you would only deserve to lose, not win.
They scolded him, but they probably knew how reliable Ling Yin was. They thought that no matter how much they scolded him, he would just suffer the injustice and would not really go out to play. After all, he was the God of Wind.
As a result, a headline like this appeared a day later: "Ling Yin seems to have really gone out to play."
Especially the word "seems", as if someone hit them on the head with a club and they couldn't believe it.
Ling Yin's action was like standing before a cross, with the judge solemnly enumerating his sins from a high place, accusing him of moral corruption, lack of fear of God, and so on, while the onlookers were immersed in the imagination of such nobleness and greatness of human nature. Ling Yin suddenly smiled and said, "Judge, your trousers are unzipped, and I'm a little tired of standing. I'll leave first."
Then he threw the shackles that were tied to him aside, jumped off the trial bench and walked away leisurely.
Leaving the audience and judge roaring with laughter—how could he continue the trial? His trousers were exposed with his zipper unzipped, and everyone was laughing at him, how could he judge? And if he zipped up his trousers? Wouldn't that mean he was just an ordinary person who needed to lower his head to zip up his trousers? Where was his dignity?
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"Scorpion?!" Qu Xing opened his eyes wide in horror: "Can this thing be paired with wine? Ling Yin, where did you sell me to???"
"Don't worry." Behind the wooden bar, the young man, whose skin was roughened by the wind and sand, laughed, "It's been detoxified."
"It turns out it's poisonous?" Qu Xing's eyes widened.
Ling Yin held a small cup in his hand and took a sip of the wine in it. He leaned his head to the side and looked at Qu Xing with a smile.
"Yes, he can eat it. My mom said Lingyin ate this stuff when he was just over a year old." Xia Hui said, "That's why he has such a vicious personality."
Qu Xing hooked his hand and asked in surprise, "Why do you want to eat this?"
"How should I know?" Ling Yin's eyes flickered as he looked at Qu Xing intently, "They gave it to me to eat."
Xia Hui was burned by this look that seriously violated the rights of single people. He covered his eyes and said, "I can't bear to watch it anymore. You two should just continue to show your affection slowly."
"Get the things yourselves. Here's the recipe. I remember Ling Yin can make cocktails." Xia Hui said, jumping over the broken wooden barrel covered with graffiti on the ground. "I need to go find my mom."
In a blink of an eye, only two people were left at the small, private brewery. Five hundred meters from this mysterious hut was a luxury hotel called the Star Hotel, nestled in the desert. According to Ling Yin, you could clearly see the Milky Way at night.
Qu Xing gently touched the rim of the cup—a circle of salt made from roasted scorpions. He tilted his head, smiled, and looked at Ling Yin, asking, "Are you very poisonous?"
Ling Yin smiled and said, "What do you think?"
Qu Xing looked at him with curved eyes.
Not far from the brewery, a few drumbeats suddenly erupted, like small drums made of fur. A few random beats, and a wild, wolf-like song erupted. From the few unbroken notes, one could vaguely make out the sound of Xia Hui, who had just escaped. A trumpet joined the mix after a couple of lines. The elegant music, which should have belonged in a jazz bar, blended inextricably with the primitive singing, seeping into the house filled with the aroma of wood and the strong aroma of alcohol.
Qu Xing curled his lips and said, "You run away without caring about the life and death of your teammates. You are really vicious."
Ling Yin didn't comment on his evaluation, even the curve of his eyes didn't change. He smiled at him for a few times and quietly drank the wine in his hand.
Frank and arrogant.
Qu Xing laughed and leaned over to kiss him.
He loves Ling Yin like this.
Others want him to be perfect, to always be the calmest, gentlest, and most correct person—because he's the God of Wind. He's the God of Wind! But Ling Yin refuses to do that. Just like when he directly criticized him on Weibo, Ling Yin refuses to meet netizens' expectations. He knows he's making mistakes, that he's flawed, but he insists on making them. Not just accidentally, but deliberately. He wants to show the world that even if he makes a mistake, the sky won't fall.
Maybe Ling Yin is just not that awed by the competition. People ask him to take life seriously, but maybe he just isn't that serious.
No matter how many precepts the world imposes on a "noble" personality, he clearly knows he's just an ordinary person. He has some strange ideas and a bad temper, he's occasionally careless and speechless. He doesn't have a perfect personality, and he doesn't want to demand perfection from himself.
Even better, Ling Yin openly exposed his shortcomings to Qu Xing, doing so with a calm, arrogant, and elegant manner that seemed completely out of place with the mistakes he was making.
Most people, knowing they've made a mistake, either cower in fear or mask it with unreasonable arrogance. But Ling Yin is like that. Elegance isn't a facade; gentleness is who he is, as is arrogance, and a calm and unrestrained spirit.
This person just naturally combines all these qualities.
Qu Xing only felt that every part of his body exuded unparalleled charm, which made him feel uncomfortable and itchy.
More and more people joined the "music" event outside. The wild and unrestrained sounds spread into the empty desert and were quietly absorbed by the grand starry sky.
"What should I do?!" Qu Xing laughed more happily than ever before, his eyes full of light, sparkling happily and brightly. He hugged Ling Yin's neck and kissed the corner of his mouth again and again: "I will love you forever."
The howl of the summer gathering ended with a final, high-pitched, tearing note, drifting into the starry sky and disappearing. But soon the next piece of music started, and they might have already jumped to their feet, shouting some incomprehensible slogan.
Ling Yin smiled softly, tilted his head, lowered his eyes to Qu Xing's lips, and then kissed him deeply.
The smoky aroma of the "Scorpion Tail Salt Cup" wafted through Ling Yin's mouth. Qu Xing hadn't drunk much alcohol in the past 19 years and didn't like strong alcohol. But now, the strong liquor between his lips and tongue stirred his mind, almost making him lose his mind.
He put one arm around Ling Yin's neck and the other hand on the side of Ling Yin's legs. He let Ling Yin press the back of his head and entangle with him deeply, feeling his increasingly unstable breathing eagerly express his love.
Their breathing suddenly became chaotic, their lips tangled in a tangle of breaths. Qu Xing held onto the bar with one hand, barely managing to keep from falling off the stool. Ling Yin seemed oblivious, pressing Qu Xing's waist and continuing to hug him closer. Then, with her other hand, she slid under his legs, scooped him up, and placed him on her lap. She kissed him back.
After an unknown amount of time, the two finally separated, panting slightly. Ling Yin's hot breath still lingered, sweeping from his cheek to his neck. He said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Let's go back to the hotel..."
Qu Xing felt a numbness all over her body, her eyelashes trembling as she lowered her neck towards Ling Yin's lips: "Okay."
After saying that, the two of them didn't leave, but stayed there for a while to calm down. Ling Yin rested his chin on Qu Xing's shoulder, quietly listening to the intermittent drumming and roaring outside the door.
Qu Xing suddenly said, "Didn't Brother Xia Hui say you can make cocktails? Make me one."
Ling Yin raised his head and looked at him with a faint smile: "Okay."
Qu Xing moved his butt and tried to get off his legs, but Ling Yin exerted force with his hands and he failed.
"What?" Qu Xing smiled and slapped his leg: "You want to hug me and do it?"
"Yeah." Ling Yin tilted his head and rubbed him: "I don't want you to go down."
Qu Xing: "But I can't see how you adjust it since my back is facing away."
Ling Yin was silent for a moment, then slightly moved aside: "Okay..."
As soon as Qu Xing's feet touched the ground, he was picked up again and sat sideways on Ling Yin's legs.
Qu Xing: “…” Now I can see it.
He tightened his lips, stared at him for a while with a smile in his eyes, then leaned in and whispered, "Brother, but you're annoying me."
These words were as rude as they could be. Qu Xing was hoping to see a hint of embarrassment or a blush on Ling Yin's face, but Ling Yin closed his eyes, leaned forward slightly, and stopped at the tip of his ear with a kiss that was about to fall, and said confidently, "Yeah."
“…”
Qu Xing suddenly reached down and grabbed Ling Yin's hand.
Damn...
"Let's go back to the hotel..."
"Don't worry." Ling Yin interrupted softly, "Come back after you finish your drink."
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