Chapter 134 I Want to Come Watch Your Basketball Game
"Lu Chong!" Upon seeing him, Mu Yan noticeably quickened her pace, almost jogging to his side, and smiled somewhat embarrassedly, "Am I... late?"
The basketball game was over; he was indeed late.
The crowd in the stands next to the basketball court had dispersed like a tide, and members of several teams were gathered together, discussing where to have a meal later.
They had just won a game on behalf of their department that afternoon. These alphas were all in their early twenties, the kind of age when they would be thrilled by such things.
Only Lu Chong was not so happy.
He had repeatedly reminded Jiang Yizhuo to make sure he forwarded the schedule of the department basketball game to the Computer Science department's group chat and tag everyone. Jiang Yizhuo was annoyed by his repeated requests, but he still sent it as requested and then sent him a screenshot.
Mu Yan is always cautious; he wouldn't miss such a notification.
Mu Yan should have seen it.
Why doesn't Mu Yan come to watch his matches?
They had only been together for a short time then. Lu Chong wasn't a very honest person to begin with. He wanted Mu Yan to come watch his basketball game, but he was too embarrassed to tell Mu Yan directly that he wanted him to come.
If it weren't for the fact that this match was against Mu Yan's professional team, he would never have participated in such a boring game that required cooperation from others.
Both sides in this match were composed of highly qualified professionals, and the game was extremely intense. Every time a team managed to pull ahead slightly, the opposing team would grit their teeth and catch up, making the cheers from the audience particularly exciting.
When the goal was first scored, Lu Chong would glance almost imperceptibly into the stands. Mu Yan was shy, so he would probably sit with people he knew. Since his roommates weren't there, he would probably go and sit with Jiang Yizhuo.
However, after an entire afternoon of competition, several of the lower-level alpha teammates around him had been substituted due to injuries or exhaustion, but Mu Yan still hadn't arrived.
Lu Chong was somewhat disappointed and stopped casting unnecessary glances at the audience.
Mu Yan probably won't come.
Even though Mu Yan's afternoon, which was usually full of classes, was now free because of the department's basketball tournament, the basketball tournament was indeed a very boring and meaningless thing. For Mu Yan, going to the library to study or taking a shower were probably more important than this boring basketball tournament.
"Senior Lu, shall we go out for hot pot to celebrate later?" The speaker was a sophomore alpha who played guard on the basketball team. His family background was only slightly worse than Lu Chong's, and he was very popular on the basketball team.
"I... I probably shouldn't go." Lu Chong didn't want to attend this kind of boring party in the first place, and was thinking of a reason to politely decline when he suddenly saw a slender figure appearing outside the wire fence of the basketball court.
He immediately shook his head and walked quickly toward the entrance to the basketball court.
Mu Yan was walking this way. He was wearing a thin, loose white T-shirt and jeans, but because it was so hot when he came, his shirt was soaked with sweat, and you could vaguely see his waistline.
What Lu Chongxian noticed was the fever-reducing patch on his forehead.
"Lu Chong!" Mu Yan ran up to him, looked up and smiled apologetically, "Am I... too late?"
"What's wrong? Do you have a fever?" Mu Yan's disappointment at not coming to watch his match was quickly forgotten, and Lu Chong immediately pulled him to a shady spot under a tree. "What are you doing here with a fever?"
"No, I don't have a fever, it's heatstroke. I've already taken heatstroke medicine, and I'm much better now. This was put on me by a senior student at the infirmary."
“I’m sorry,” Mu Yan said, her eyes downcast. “I had made time to come and watch your match, but I got heatstroke on my way here. A lot of people got heatstroke today, and the infirmary was crowded with people. It took a long time to get there.”
"Does heatstroke require a long wait in line?" Lu Chong frowned. Mu Yan must have been suffering for a long time. "You must have been feeling very uncomfortable waiting there. Why didn't you call me?"
What a lousy clinic! It must be run by the principal's relative. Make them withdraw from it and start a new bidding process tomorrow.
"No, not long," Mu Yan smiled. "That senior came with her roommate. Seeing that I was getting impatient, she gave me a fever-reducing patch. It's cool and refreshing, and I felt much better after putting it on."
Lu Chong frowned slightly: "Why didn't you go back to the dormitory to rest if you're sick? It's so hot, what if you get heatstroke on the way here?"
"I wanted to come watch your basketball game," Mu Yan said, looking down a little shyly. "And I'm not feeling bad anymore..."
Just then, the team members walked over. The sophomore guard saw them and smiled, "Senior Lu Chong isn't coming to eat hot pot with us because he wants to spend time with his boyfriend. We don't mind being fed dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection), so his girlfriend can come along too."
Mu Yan couldn't stand such teasing at all, and he was even less capable of handling social situations with so many people. He looked to Lu Chong for help, hoping that the other party would say something to refuse on his behalf.
"I want to eat alone with my boyfriend," Lu Chong said frankly, holding Mu Yan's hand.
The team members laughed and teased them a bit before walking past the two.
“You’ve had it on for a long time, it probably isn’t working anymore,” Lu Chong reached out and peeled off the cooling patch from Mu Yan’s forehead, took out a new one and put it on him, then took a bottle of chilled mineral water from the thermos next to him, “Here, have some water first.”
“You have a sensitive stomach,” Mu Yan said hesitantly as she took the water. “You should drink less ice water like this in the future.”
"Okay," Lu Chong smiled, "I'll listen to you, baby."
......
"Have some water and tell me slowly," Lu Chong handed him a bottle of water from the hospital vending machine. "What happened? Was it Xie Chen... did he bully you?"
"You performed the liver transplant for my mother, didn't you?" Mu Yan didn't answer his strange question. Instead, she took the water from his hand, looked into his eyes, and asked, word by word.
He asked with certainty, and although Lu Chong appeared shocked, he already knew in his heart that he couldn't hide it anymore.
“If I could, I would be willing to donate liver cells to Auntie…” Lu Chong looked at him with a surprised expression and answered very seriously, as if he really didn’t know anything. “But the matching is perfect, what a coincidence.”
“When I was translating your report with a translator that day,” Mu Yan looked at him, and tears welled up in her eyes as her eyelashes trembled slightly, “I took a picture of it. It showed stress ulcers, which were said to be caused by major surgery.”
"Lu Chong, can you tell me what kind of surgery you had?"
Once Mu Yan starts crying, it's almost impossible for her to stop.
Lu Chong was most afraid of him crying.
The loudspeaker in the lobby kept playing, announcing the numbers for various departments. In the silence between the two, the sound was both clear and indistinct.
"Yan Yan..."
Lu Chong called his name once, and then he was speechless.
He never considered what he would do after Mu Yan found out.
He didn't want Mu Yan to forgive him out of guilt or pity. If that were the case, he would rather Mu Yan never speak to him again.
He originally intended to keep it a secret from Mu Yan for the rest of his life.
Mu Yan slowly reached out and placed her hand on his lower abdomen, wanting to touch the scar on his abdomen through his clothes.
But the fabric of the clothes was very good; all he touched was the clothes themselves.
Lu Chong stood stiffly, looking down at Mu Yan's slightly trembling hand.
Even before Mu Yan knew it, he could shamelessly lean in and hug Mu Yan tightly, refusing to let go, even if Mu Yan simply bent down to turn off the IV drip.
But now that Mu Yan knows, at the moment when he feels most guilty and grateful to him, Lu Chong is like being completely nailed to the spot by the sword of Damocles falling from the sky, not even daring to breathe loudly.
"Why did you come to the hospital today?"
"...It's just a common stomach ailment." Lu Chong looked away and said softly, "My private doctor is on vacation, so I'll get some medicine myself."
It really was just a common stomach ailment. Lu Chong wanted to explain it to him, but Mu Yan covered his face, tears streaming down his face.
“I will never believe you again…” Mu Yan said, crying. “I will never believe you again.”
Lu Chong is a really strange person.
When Mu Yan loved him wholeheartedly, he carelessly squandered the sincerity he had offered.
But when Mu Yan didn't like him, didn't want him to do anything for her, and didn't want to owe him any favors, he was still so determined and selfless in wanting to do something for Mu Yan.
Mu Yan didn't know what to do with him.
The surrounding light suddenly dimmed, and a few seconds later he realized that Lu Chong had pressed him onto his shoulder.
Lu Chong held him, just like many times before, completely and almost entirely encircling him in his arms, gently patting his back, as if creating a quiet inner world between him and the outside world.
When I feel wronged, I cry in his arms like this; when I have insomnia, I fall asleep in his arms like this.
But something seems different now.
“Vetiver…”
"Why don't you wear perfume anymore..." Mu Yan choked back tears, almost unable to breathe, "I can't smell the vetiver on you anymore..."
Mu Yan's voice was choked with sobs, and Lu Chong was taken aback when he heard what he said.
Mu Yan said he could no longer smell the vetiver on his body.
...But Lu Chong thought he hated the smell.
I thought you hated me... and even the smell of my pheromones.
Suddenly, as if struck by a flash of inspiration, he carefully but firmly cupped Mu Yan's face and gently kissed him.
Besides glands, pheromones also exist in bodily fluids.
During their most intimate days, regardless of whether Lu Chong wore perfume with his own pheromones, Mu Yan would always smell of him.
Mu Yan gently lifted her eyelids and glanced at him. Lu Chong's eyelashes were trembling slightly, as if... he was also crying.
Mu Yan subconsciously bit his lip, and the taste of blood instantly filled his mouth.
Then slowly, he smelled the long-lost, very faint scent of vetiver.
Their breaths mingled, spraying onto each other's faces.
Mu Yan hadn't smelled this scent in a long time, to the point that he had almost forgotten what vetiver, a relatively uncommon plant, should actually smell like.
If I had to describe it, it would simply be the woody scent of plants, sometimes crisp and cool like cedar, sometimes warm and dry like dried wood.
"...I won't like you the way I used to," Mu Yan murmured. "I'll never like you like that again..."
Lu Chong pressed his forehead against Lu Chong's forehead, and their noses touched.
"I'm sorry, Yan Yan..."
Mu Yan has stopped crying now; her eyes are dry and a little sore, but her face is still wet.
Did Lu Chong cry too?
This was the first time he had ever seen Lu Chong cry.
"It's all my fault."
It's all his fault.
He lost Mu Yan, who loved him so much.
He brought it all on himself.
"As long as it's you, that's enough," Lu Chong said softly.
"Don't like me so much anymore. Let me like you this much instead, and I'll like you this much for the rest of my life."
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