Chapter 34
“Is this the resilience of young people?”
Jiang Lin was still in shock and hadn't recovered.
Qu Xing glanced at the topic about his 0-8 record, put down his phone and started eating.
"You were so dizzy at noon that I thought you were almost out of breath." Jiang Lin held up his chopsticks, his expression full of confusion: "Why do you act like nothing happened now?"
"The medicine's working," Qu Xing said expressionlessly. He still felt a little dizzy, but it was a very comfortable dizziness, so refreshing that he wanted to go out and enjoy the cool breeze.
"You have so many rhythms." He Weichen said unhappily, "Big rhythms and small rhythms all the time. Are you annoying these people?"
Qu Xing was too lazy to speak.
"That's right, our little star is so upset that he can't even laugh anymore." Le Anyi said.
Qu Xing curled the corner of his mouth at him.
Le Anyi: "It's over. I really can't laugh anymore."
There is another training match with the second team in the evening.
The second team's recent training, tortured by them, has been very effective. The training matches have become quite lively, with both sides able to make some impressive plays. Ling Yin leaned back, listening to Zhao Hui review the game, but by the end, he couldn't bear to listen any longer.
It started again. Whenever it came to training or competition, no matter whether they won or lost, it would eventually turn into a quarrel between Ueno and Yamato.
Le Anyi: "Why didn't you come to help me in the first half? If you had helped me, I wouldn't have died."
He Weichen frowned: "How can I help you? If you die this time, then die. If I help you, my jungle will be destroyed."
"Are you fucking talking like a human being? What do you mean I'm dead? Tell me how you bombed the jungle area."
"What do you mean you die? Just die. Think about it yourself. Does your death affect our chances of winning? Do I really need to risk having one less jungle group than the enemy to help you? If you die, you can't blow up the enemy, but if I spawn one less jungle group, won't I blow up the enemy too?"
"How dare you do this against UNG? You came up without even sending me a message and just watched me get swiped. If it were UNG, I'd be furious..."
He Weichen interrupted him: "Why do you keep talking about UNG? Didn't you see that they lost experience by diving the tower in the bottom lane? U your fucking NG, UNG wouldn't dive you like that, I'm not considering it."
Le Anyi slammed the table and stood up. "You're cursing again! I'm going to review the game with you, and you're getting ahead of me again. Think about it yourself: would UNG do this? They were already at a disadvantage against Dazzling and the others in the bottom lane to begin with, and they just switched lanes right after this wave of penetration. Think about who's losing out?"
He Weichen: "Can you please stop talking about UNG? The team we're facing is the second team, not UNG."
Le Anyi: "I'm not kidding about UNG, there's something wrong with your playstyle! You can't flash attack a creep, because you'll kill them in the end, so flash attacking a creep is okay, right?"
He Weichen: "What does this have to do with flashing and attacking a minion?"
Le Anyi: "Let me give you an example!"
He Weichen: "The problem is, my decision this time was absolutely right. I've said it multiple times that if I help you, the jungle will explode."
Le Anyi was anxious: "Why are you..."
Zhao Hui had already begun reviewing the game individually with Jiang Lin, dragging the progress bar. Qu Xing stepped back, avoiding the two men who were about to fight. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ling Yin already looking down at the replay, and he wanted to rip his heart out and slap it twice to make it less noticeable.
He turned his head away to avoid looking at Ling Yin. But the pleasant smell of his body still penetrated into his nose, like a wisp of evil succubus ghost, swirling into his nose and stirring in his heart, as if he would not give up until he handed over something.
He closed his eyes and sighed slightly in his heart.
Perhaps it was because he hadn't recovered yet, or perhaps it was because his heartbeat had been making his presence felt for hours. Qu Xing was now subtly exhausted. The noise from the two people beside him was beginning to annoy him.
"You've always been so careless about the competition! How can you win the championship like this?"
"You're always stuck in a rut, with no sense of the bigger picture. That's how you make big mistakes!"
"you……"
Qu Xing suddenly stood up and stood between the two men.
Their vision was suddenly blocked, and they lost their target of attack, both of them were stunned.
Qu Xing pressed the two people's faces together, his slightly curved eyes showing no gloom at first glance: "It's useless for two noobs to quarrel." He rubbed their faces like comforting a child: "Next time, don't review it like this, it will make you two more stupid."
The two people who were ridiculed: "????"
"If you don't understand the game, just listen to the coach carefully, okay?" Qu Xing put down his hand and walked out past the two men.
Le Anyi: "I feel so humiliated..."
He Weichen: "...What happened to him?"
Seeing Ling Yin looking thoughtfully at the direction where Qu Xing left, He Weichen asked in a low voice: "Are you two having a conflict again?"
"What do you mean by again?" Ling Yin looked at him: "No."
Jiang Lin: "Why do I feel like he's been in a bad mood since he woke up?"
Ling Yin tapped his fingertips unconsciously: "Maybe."
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The next few days of getting along vaguely proved that Qu Xing was indeed in a "bad mood".
He seemed to have something on his mind. Besides training, he'd just skate around the building. He obviously wasn't smiling as much anymore. Ling Yin wanted to ask, but inexplicably felt like he shouldn't.
In the last match before the Spring Festival, DL won with an absolute crushing victory. Then came the seven-day holiday, and everyone went home.
While Qu Xing was on the phone, he saw Jiang Lin busy packing his luggage in the corridor. He looked completely different from his usual lazy and listless self, and he wanted to stuff everything into the suitcase.
Yu Dun said on the phone: "My mom means to go to your house again this year. Although grandma is not here, you are still here, right? Your house is bigger and can accommodate everyone."
Qu Xing: “Yeah.”
Yu Dun: "Your aunt came back this year and came to my mother to ask about you."
"..." Qu Xing twisted his fingers unconsciously: "Whatever, just don't come to me."
"Oh no." Yu Dun comforted him, "It's okay. She's probably just asking casually. She won't come to you."
"Yeah." Qu Xing turned around and looked out the window: "Qu Hongfei alone is enough to scare me."
"By the way, when are you going to get Fengshen's autograph for me? Remember to bring it back to me!" Yu Dun's voice suddenly became louder.
"Yes, yes, yes," Qu Xing said, "I'll ask him to sign my abdominal muscles and take them back later."
Yu Dun: "..."
There was a soft "ding-ding" sound behind him. Qu Xing glanced lazily over and then froze.
Ling Yin was holding a cup, and the sound might have come from the metal spoon inside. He was standing two steps away from her. I wonder if he had taken in everything she had just said.
Qu Xing glanced at the page on his phone.
Yes, the speaker is turned on.
He felt a rare hint of embarrassment. "Ahem."
Seeing Ling Yin glance at his abdomen with his eyes bent, Qu Xing reached out and rubbed it. Just as he was about to speak, Yu Dun called out:
"You still have abs??? Have you never seen what abs look like in your life? With you like this, Fengshen must have abs. Go break into his room and touch them, and feel what abs are, okay? Don't yell at your soft flesh."
Qu Xing: “…”
Hearing this, he subconsciously glanced at Ling Yin's abdomen.
Qu Xing touched his nose and said, "Let me feel it?"
Yu Dun: "Who are you telling..."
Ling Yin glanced at Qu Xing's phone with an ambiguous look: "Didn't your friend tell you that you have to come to my room to touch it?"
Yu Dun: “…Fuck.”
Isn't this the voice of the Wind God??!
So Fengshen is like this in private?!
Are you so sexy?
Yu Dun froze for a moment, holding the phone. He felt something was amiss, but couldn't quite place it. He hadn't even considered asking for the chance to speak to his idol. After a brief silence, he decisively hung up.
Qu Xing glanced at the WeChat interface between him and Yu Dun, turned off the screen and put it in his pocket.
Ling Yin teased, "You don't have abdominal muscles?"
Qu Xing: "If you take a breath, there's still some."
Ling Yin: "Then you take a sip?"
Qu Xing: “…”
"I'm hooked. Can you give me an autograph?"
“…”
"Fuck you." Qu Xing laughed, "I find you're quite flirty, Ling Yin."
Qu Xing looked at Ling Yin.
Anyway, this was the last time they'd see each other before the holidays, so he had plenty of time to process it. He'd just touch her first.
Thinking of this, Qu Xing leaned over and touched it, rubbing it twice. Then he ran out with a smile, picked up the empty little white bag, turned around and blew him a kiss: "Bye, Brother Ling, it feels good."
“…” Ling Yin drank a sip of water expressionlessly.
Qu Xing didn't pack anything and just took the person and the skateboard home.
"Where is my autograph?" Yu Dun walked in and found Qu Xing and asked him.
Qu Xing's hands still felt the touch of his abdominal muscles. He paused after hearing this, and remained slumped on the sofa: "I forgot."
Yu Dun was furious. He grabbed him and started beating him: "Oh, no, what are you thinking about all day long? You say it and forget it the next day."
Qu Xing closed his eyes.
"Tsk." Yu Dun retracted his hand and raised it to ruffle his fur: "When will it return to normal?"
"What's normal?" Qu Xing turned over, his arms drooping limply. "I've always been normal."
"Yes, yes, yes." Yu Dun sat next to him: "You died normally, so cheerful. You can't pretend in front of me anymore?"
Qu Xing was lost in thought as he lay there, then suddenly turned over and said, "Let me ask you a question."
Seeing his serious expression, Yu Dun thought that this guy had finally decided to enlighten him, so he quickly said in a serious tone: "Go ahead."
Qu Xing asked, "Do you think there's a chance I'll succeed if I chase the Wind God?"
Yu Dun: "..."
Qu Xing: "Speak."
Yu Dun's eyelids slowly widened.
"Tsk." Qu Xing turned around and lay down impatiently without saying anything.
"No, buddy." Yu Dun suddenly jumped up: "You spend all day in DL thinking about this?"
Qu Xing found that he had begun to miss Ling Yin.
If I don't see you for seven days...
"Are you gay?" Yu Dun asked loudly.
Qu Xing said dejectedly, "I don't know, but I like the God of Wind."
Yu Dun: "The Wind God is a man!"
He turned around in a circle, then stopped and asked, "Is it possible that you're mistaken? Is this just a simple crush?"
Qu Xing looked at him seriously and said, "I thought so before."
Yu Dun looked at him blankly: "And then?"
Qu Xing said: "I want to hold his hand, kiss him, and even more extreme things..."
Yu Dun was stunned: "Oh my God...it seems you are now caught in the whirlpool of love."
"No wonder I saw you were in worse shape than before."
Qu Xing dragged on, "Are you annoying? You keep saying I'm not in good shape. Can you please stop giving me that kind of psychological hint?"
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I won't say anything." Yu Dun squatted down and grabbed his drooping arm: "So you are planning to pursue him now?"
"I don't know. I originally thought that things like heart fluttering could just be slowed down." Qu Xing lowered his eyelids. "I've been able to live peacefully with this state for a while now. I thought that as long as I could keep it up, I could accept it."
"Then what?"
Qu Xing said slowly, "The desire to possess someone will only become more rampant."
Yu Dun was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
Qu Xing was his good brother since childhood, and he could accept whatever Qu Xing did. But he never thought that he would fall in love with Feng Shen!
That’s the God of Wind!!
His good brother wants to be gay with the God of Wind!!!
“Fuck…” Yu Dun leaned back: “Let me slow down.”
"Take it easy." Qu Xing got up and went to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. He leaned against the bar and asked, "Where's Sister Huihui?"
"Can you stop calling me sister? You're taking advantage of me?" Yu Dun rubbed his face and said, "She'll come tomorrow."
"No, why?" Yu Dun still didn't understand: "Why do you like the God of Wind?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Qu Xing said, "He's handsome, gentle, and powerful. It's hard not to like him."
"Fuck..." Yu Dun grabbed his hair.
Qu Xing smiled for the first time since they met: "Is it that serious?"
Seeing him smile, Yu Dun was so moved that tears almost burst out: "Not really, not really. You are so charming that it's okay for you to like anyone. Oh my God, do you know how long it has been since I saw you smile?"
Qu Xing was speechless: "How long have you not seen me? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I know, I just feel that..." Yu Dun grabbed his hair, let go of his hand and walked over: "Then make me something to eat."
"What to eat?" Qu Xing turned around and looked in the refrigerator: "There's nothing."
He raised his foot and kicked Yu Dun: "Go out and buy some food."
Yu Dun was too lazy to move: "No, I just came from a long journey, I'm too tired."
He hadn't been home since the holiday and was playing somewhere else. He had just gotten off the plane and was a little lazy. Yu Dun was about to say, "Why don't I order takeout?" when Qu Xing picked up his clothes and walked towards the door.
"Okay, lazy guy." He turned around and rubbed the head of Yu Dun who followed him: "Take good care of the house."
"Hey." Yu Dun said happily, "I want to eat shredded pork with green peppers."
Qu Xing squatted down to put on his shoes: "Yeah."
"Mushroom and beef."
"Um."
"Fish-flavored shredded pork."
"Um."
"besides……"
Qu Xing: "You'd better finish it."
Yu Dun: "I'll cook rice and wait for you at home."
Yu Dun just watched Qu Xing walk out.
I feel very emotional.
Looking at it this way, his Xingxing—good-tempered, hardworking, handsome, capable, and loyal—should be considered a blessing for anyone he likes.
So what if the Wind God is good? Can the Wind God be as good as his stars?
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