The four of them had no intention of eavesdropping, so there was nothing to be shy about when asked about it.
So Xue Lan and Su Yiyu looked at each other and were about to walk out of the corner together, but were stopped by Duan Wenzheng.
Xue Lan turned around and looked at Duan Wenzheng in confusion.
In his opinion, Duan Wenzheng was the most carefree among them, but at this moment he was abnormally stopping them from leaving...
Duan Wenzheng signaled him to be patient. He pondered for a moment and planned to walk out alone.
Xue Lan didn't know what he was going to do, and subconsciously grabbed the corner of his clothes.
Before Duan Wenzhen could walk out, someone passed them and walked out from the other corner.
This person was someone none of them had expected.
Qi Siyu.
Xue Lan looked at Qi Siyu in astonishment as she walked out from the side. He didn't even look at them for a moment and walked straight towards Yuan Haoran. But at that angle... it was impossible for him not to notice the presence of Xue Lan and the others.
"Manager Huo has been looking for you for a long time." Qi Siyu said to Yuan Haoran, "He is in the lounge, let's go."
Although Yuan Haoran frowned slightly, he didn't say anything else and followed Qi Siyu towards the lounge on the other side.
"Wait a minute!" Deng Ruiqiu stopped the two of them again, "I didn't want to see Huo Ran. He was the one who asked me to practice this style of play. I followed his instructions and abandoned my original style of play. There was nothing wrong with it. Why did you kick me out of the team?!"
Qi Siyu lowered her eyes and said nothing. Yuan Haoran smiled and said, "Rui Qiu, your current thinking is still wrong. When you join the club, you should not think about how much you have done for the team, but what kind of value you can create for the team. We don't want to kick you out of the team. Wind is just leaving temporarily. When he comes back, you can start at any time."
"So..." Deng Ruiqiu said in a hoarse and dry voice: "You said so nice things before, saying that I was a rare genius attacker, and that Thunder City was a stage for me to show my skills... Were they all lies?"
"I'm not lying." Yuan Haoran said frankly, "It's just that the 'genius' that Thunder needs in each stage is different."
He glanced at Deng Ruiqiu indifferently, and when he turned to Qi Siyu, there was a smile in his eyes: "Let's go."
"Qi Siyu!" Deng Ruiqiu seemed to be extremely angry, and shouted with bloodshot eyes: "They are holding you in their arms now because you are still useful to them. One day, when you are no longer useful to them, they will abandon you, just like they abandoned me!!"
Qi Siyu glanced at his red eyes, and said calmly under Yuan Haoran's probing gaze: "Then I will be the person who is always valuable."
Yuan Haoran raised his eyebrows, then put his arm around his shoulders, smiled and took him away.
Deng Ruiqiu was the only one left in the corridor, standing there lifeless like a puppet with its strings cut.
Xue Lan was in a very calm mood. From his initial sympathy for Deng Ruiqiu's fate, which aroused his sympathy, to the fact that he indirectly caused the recurrence of Wen Yan's old injury, he originally thought that he would feel a little relieved at this time, but now, he was only calm as still water.
After being delayed for such a long time, it was estimated that the Glory Team had already left. The four of them no longer had the mood to go back, so they turned back and left at the same time.
But Deng Ruiqiu, who was about to leave angrily, actually walked in the direction they left and still discovered their presence.
"Why are you here!?" Deng Ruiqiu asked with a dark face.
"The competition venue is so big, of course we can go wherever we want." Su Yiyu curled his lips, pulled Xue Lan and didn't want to pay any more attention to him.
Deng Ruiqiu caught up and blocked their way again.
"Did you hear everything just now?" Deng Ruiqiu said nervously, "I, I didn't mean to hurt Wind, I..."
Xue Lan recalled the scene where Duan Wenzheng didn't want him to go out, and subconsciously glanced at Duan Wenzheng. Seeing that he was normal, he looked at Deng Ruiqiu again.
"Even if you want to apologize, you shouldn't say it to us." Xue Lan said seriously, "If there's nothing else, we'll leave first."
"You must think I'm ridiculous now." Deng Ruiqiu lowered his head and murmured, "After all, you have everything now..."
Deng Ruiqiu's words made Xue Lan, who was about to leave with Duan Wenzheng, stop again.
"Whether it's ridiculous or not is not for others to judge, but since you joined Thunder, you should know what kind of team Thunder is. Can't you guess what they want you to do? Now, go back and wait for them to put you in the starting lineup when they need you, and discard you at will when they don't need you?" Xue Lan's voice was as clear as usual, but it made Deng Ruiqiu feel a bone-chilling chill: "If I were you, I would rather go back and be a host than stay and be a chess piece that can be discarded at will."
Deng Ruiqiu stood there for a long time without saying a word.
After Xue Lan finished speaking, he pulled the sleeve of the person next to him and left with the three of them.
The few of them walked to the entrance of the competition venue and finally parted ways again.
When Xue Lan returned to the club with Duan Wenzheng, he thought of Qi Siyu who showed up just in time, and pondered, "Why did Qi Siyu help us just now?"
"Who knows?" Duan Wen Zheng smiled and did not answer.
Xue Lan suddenly remembered Duan Wenzheng who had held her back then, and asked curiously, "Why did you hold me back just now?"
"Nothing." Duan Wenzheng said casually, "You'd better not attract their attention recently. The quarterfinals will be here soon. Captain, how are you preparing?"
"I, I will definitely try my best." Xue Lan promised carefully. At this moment, the two of them had already walked to Xue Lan's door. He said as he pushed the door open.
He remembered that in the original text, LGW successfully advanced to the semi-finals, met Su Yiyu in the semi-finals, and competed with Thunder in the championship game.
only…
Because of this, the Thunder Team finally finished as the runner-up, and they met again in the international competition.
But today, after accidentally hearing what Yuan Haoran said, he actually hoped that they could meet us in the quarterfinals with the Thunder.
Xue Lan was so absorbed in his thoughts that he did not notice that the person behind him had sneaked in.
When he came to his senses, the person behind him had quietly approached him and whispered in his ear: "What are you thinking about? You are so absorbed in it."
Xue Lan then realized that not only had she forgotten to say goodbye to Duan Wenzheng, but she had also let him follow her in without her noticing.
"No, nothing." Feeling the person behind him put his head on his shoulder intimately, Xue Lan's face began to heat up again: "It's almost the quarterfinals, prepare well during this time, you should go and rest."
"We're almost in the quarterfinals." Duan Wenzheng had no sense of being kicked out. He buried his head in Xue Lan's shoulder: "Should we... celebrate?"
“… ?!”
If Xue Lan didn't get any hints from Duan Wenzheng's words, then the hand he was sliding into his clothes at this moment was obvious.
Xue Lan blushed and held his hand.
"Stop, stop making trouble. The domestic finals are coming soon. We still have to focus on the competition." He said the words of refusal in a soft voice. It was clearly a refusal, but it sounded itchy to his ears.
"I'm hugging my boyfriend, what does that have to do with the game?"
Xue Lan's face turned even redder, and she couldn't bear to interrupt this warm moment.
But Duan Wenzheng's hand, which he was holding down, slid down quietly...
Xue Lan's emotions, which had just relaxed, became tense again and he grabbed his wrist.
Duan Wenzheng lowered his head and kissed him lightly from the earlobe, making Xue Lan's already confused and numb nerves even softer and more fragile.
"No, stop making trouble."
His voice was soft, with a hint of crying, and Duan Wenzheng's voice gradually became hoarse: "Why don't you reward your boyfriend for making it to the quarterfinals?"
"... I, I even made it to the quarterfinals." Xue Lan protested quietly against his unreasonable behavior.
Duan Wenzheng laughed as if he had succeeded and said, "Then I will reward you."
As he spoke, he turned the person in front of him around and carefully leaned against the wall behind him. He kissed the tip of his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes bit by bit, then slid down to the tip of his small nose. After a long and patient pursuit, he finally kissed his lips.
The light kiss, as light as a dragonfly skimming the water, entered the territory that belonged to him as his breathing gradually became soft and disordered. At this moment, he clearly expressed all his patience and tenderness to him through their intertwined fingertips.
Xue Lan gradually became weak all over in such a gentle and tortuous kiss, with his clasped fingers clasped against the wall beside his ear. If not for his other hand firmly supporting him to stand, he might have slipped and sat on the ground.
It was as if the heat on his cheeks had burned into his bones, pushing his entire body into boundless heat bit by bit.
Duan Wenzheng smiled and looked at him as he stood leaning on him, and the weight of the hug on his wrist became extremely sweet and satisfying.
But just as Xue Lan was gradually lost in this long kiss, Duan Wenzheng quietly withdrew from his kiss in response. He just watched him leisurely as he could not help but quietly chased after him. Duan Wenzheng's eyes were dark, and he went deeper into her subconsciously, and then withdrew little by little...
The innocent and transparent child's cheeks now blush because of him.
There was still a mist in his empty and longing eyes, and only his own reflection could be seen.
He saw all of Xue Lan's cautiousness, gentleness and obedience, like a blank piece of paper, allowing him to dye it any color he liked.
In a gaze that was intertwined with purity and desire, Duan Wenzheng repeated the movement of his tongue tip in a hoarse voice: "Child..."
Xue Lan heard his own chaotic heartbeat intertwined with his. If he hadn't understood his hint in this kiss—
Duan Wenzheng's voice was hoarse and hot, and his breath next to his ear brought a tingling sensation: "Let's do it."