After returning to the club, everyone went back to their respective rooms at the same time. Everyone seemed to be in a state of mind, including Zhou Kanqing who was carefree all day long.
Xue Lan made a phone call after returning to the room.
“… Yeah.” He flipped through the data analysis notes in his hand while waiting for the other party’s reply. It was not until he heard a positive answer from the other end of the phone that he breathed a sigh of relief: “I know. Thank you.”
After hanging up the phone, Xue Lan breathed a sigh of relief, his fingertips still stroking the notes slowly.
After confirming that Wen Yan's injury had indeed recovered and he could compete normally, Xue Lan's heart finally settled down.
Although Wen Yan's hand injury recurred earlier than described in the original text, fortunately his recovery time was also earlier than "after the domestic finals" as stated in the original text.
Being able to play in the domestic finals with Wen Yan gave me more confidence, but more importantly, my guilt towards Wen Yan was finally alleviated a little.
but…
After this incident was confirmed, I fell into another trouble.
About Thunder.
What do you want to do by contacting other foreign teams during the competition
Xue Lan flipped the notebook in his hand to Yu Lei Ting's summary record, and his fingertips fell on the name "unknown" for the first time.
A strange thought came to his mind... The Thunder bought Qi Qiuyu on the eve of the game, so they regarded Deng Ruiqiu as an important trump card for the international competition.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Xue Lan's heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was going to jump out of his chest. He quickly closed the notebook, calmed his heartbeat and went to open the door.
It was already late, and Xue Lan walked towards the door while guessing that the person outside was most likely Duan Wenzheng. He seemed a little unhappy at the game just now, and I didn't have time to look for him... I didn't expect him to come to me on his own.
Thinking of this, Xue Lan's steps unconsciously became lighter.
Duan Wenzheng is just like that, he always calls the child but always pretends to be angry and wants to be coaxed, and when the child doesn't coax him, he comes to him on his own.
He walked quickly to the door, but was stunned when he saw who was outside.
"I just heard that BT has caught the traitor."
"..." Xue Lan put away his unnatural expression and looked at Zhou Kanqing who was looking around: "Who is it?"
"Frank, do you have any impression?" Although Zhou Kanqing said this, there was not much approval in his eyes.
Xue Lan naturally had an impression of this person. This person was Deng Ruiqiu's teammate at the time. Deng Ruiqiu's team was disbanded at that time. Although he did not get the recognition of the youth training camp, he was later signed by btr.
"You mean..."
"We did find out that Frank has been in frequent contact with Deng Ruiqiu recently, and Frank did fail to provide timely support twice in the top four matches." Zhou Kanqing nodded: "But I think... it doesn't make sense."
"Deng Ruiqiu and I were having a bad relationship at that time, and as far as we know, Deng Ruiqiu and Thunder don't have a good relationship." Xue Lan nodded upon hearing this, and then thought carefully: "Under such circumstances, Frank doesn't look like someone who would play a fake game because of Deng Ruiqiu..."
"You think so too, right?" Zhou Kanqing nodded in agreement: "So I think this is not a simple matter, and I still need your help. I plan to..."
"What are you doing here so late at night?"
Before Zhou Kanqing could finish his words, a sudden voice frightened the two people who were whispering together almost to death.
Zhou Kanqing turned around and saw Duan Wenzheng standing behind him. He was so scared that he swallowed his saliva: "Nothing... Why are you wandering around in the middle of the night?"
Xue Lan, who was originally whispering with Zhou Kanqing, also raised his head and looked behind him. He knew who the person was without looking closely. But when he remembered that Zhou Kanqing was still talking to him... Zhou Kanqing saw this "private conversation in the middle of the night", Xue Lan just wanted to close the door quickly.
It was a pity that before he could open the door, Duan Wenzheng bumped into Zhou Kanqing's shoulder and walked to Xue Lan's side as if no one was around. He raised his wrist to check the time.
"It's past training time now." Duan Wenzheng consciously put his arm around Xue Lan's shoulders and said, "I'm sorry, everything after twelve o'clock is mine."
"… "
Duan Wenzheng then ignored Zhou Kanqing's deflated expression, embraced the blushing Xue Lan, walked into the room, and slammed the door shut.
Xue Lan was dragged into the door by him in a daze. Only then did he come to his senses and hurriedly try to slip out of the shackles of his arms.
"Look, Brother Qing has something to say to me. I, I want to follow him..."
"Thunder's business?" Duan Wenzheng sneered disdainfully: "Just let Zhou Kanqing deal with it. You don't need to intervene in this matter. Just focus on playing the game."
"But..." Thinking of Deng Ruiqiu, Xue Lan was still a little hesitant.
"Although Zhou Kanqing is a little silly, he is not a vegetarian. Just leave this matter to him."
Duan Wenzheng's tone was firm, but Xue Lan felt guilty and whispered: "Why do I feel like you always try to trick Brother Qing... What if someone is naive..."
"Don't worry." Duan Wenzheng rubbed Xue Lan's little head and said, "Compared to this, you should worry about yourself."
Duan Wenzheng's voice, which was slightly amused, made Xue Lan shiver uncontrollably, especially when he noticed that his father's hand was sliding down the top of his head and slowly carving along the vertebrae of his back.
"I won the game, so should I be rewarded?"
Xue Lan hurriedly held Duan Wenzheng's wrist and nodded with a red face.
"So after the game, I was kicked out of the locker room, should I be compensated?"
"… "
Seeing Xue Lan remained silent, Duan Wenzheng took action again.
Xue Lan could only hold his hand down again while moaning softly, and nodded again embarrassedly.
Duan Wenzheng seemed very satisfied with his answer. He leaned closer again until he was backed to the wall with nowhere to go.
"When will I get the reward for the singles match?"
"… "
This question successfully transformed Xue Lan, who had just been acting like an ostrich, into a little hedgehog.
The rewards for the singles competition are...
During the time since the singles competition, Duan Wenzheng never mentioned the request at that time. Xue Lan originally thought that he had put the matter behind him, but she didn't expect that he still remembered it!
"Such a good opportunity is in front of you, you have to coax me well." Duan Wenzheng lowered his eyes and looked at her shy eyes, and the low whispers in his ear seemed to turn into light kisses: "Now I'm hungry, you...what should I do?"
Xue Lan's cheeks felt hot, and even the breath between the two seemed to gradually warm up because of the whisper at this moment.
Coax Duan Wenzheng...
Of course I am willing to do so.
As long as it doesn’t let…
Although I haven’t become a qualified fierce No. 1 yet, I still have to satisfy my boyfriend’s little wish of acting like a spoiled brat.
"Okay, okay." Xue Lan murmured in a voice as soft as a mosquito.
But just when he had made sufficient mental preparations, Duan Wenzheng suddenly let go of him and casually opened the door of the room next to him.
"In that case, let's go."
“…???”
So, ten minutes later.
Xue Lan gently poured the seasoning packet into the boiling water. The aroma of the seasoning packet spread in the air along with the mist, and the noodles in the pot also looked very appetizing.
After a moment, Xue Lan got angry.
"This is all I have. You can make do with it."
Duan Wenzheng, who was leaning against the cupboard with his eyes always on her, finally retracted his gaze, walked to her side, and watched her carefully pick up the milk pot and pour the cooked instant noodles into the washed bowl.
Duan Wenzheng reached out to take the pot from his hand and helped him pour the instant noodles.
“You look so pretty in this apron…”
This apron... was bought on a whim by Zhou Kanqing. Although it only came in black and white, it had delicate lace, and Xue Lan looked really smart and cute when she wore it.
Xue Lan raised his head naively after being praised, as if he felt somewhat happy because of what he said.
The two of them sneaked into the kitchen at night, and Duan Wenzhen stood aside, blew on the noodles quietly, and started eating.
Xue Lan washed the pot she had just used. When she turned around, she saw Duan Wenzheng had finished the bowl of noodles and squeezed to the sink to turn on the faucet.
"Let me do it."
Xue Lan took the bowl naturally, and Duan Wenzheng did not refuse.
But when I started to wash the dishes seriously, Duan Wenzheng naturally hugged me from behind.
This scene seems familiar.
The last time seemed to be... at Duan Wenzheng's home.
This time Xue Lan did not refuse. At that moment, in the dimly lit kitchen, there were only Xi and Duan Wenzhen who sneaked in because of hunger after the game. This short post-game rest time actually made Xi feel particularly warm.
Duan Wenzheng rested his chin on his shoulder and murmured sleepily, "If we win the world championship, will you wear an apron for me once?"
This didn't seem to be a difficult request, and even made Xue Lan feel that Duan Wenzheng was relying on him.
Xue Lan vaguely remembered that Duan Ke had said that Duan Wenzheng often lived alone when he was very young...
But now it’s different. has always been with Duan Wenzhen, no matter when.
Thinking of this, Xue Lan nodded seriously.
I even began to feel that in this warm scene, they seemed like a couple who had lived together for many years. So Duan Wenzheng also hoped that they could always be like this in a year, five years, or ten years, right
We played games together, and after the games we sneaked into the kitchen to secretly cook instant noodles. If we had a holiday, we could also prepare some desserts that Duan Wenzheng liked. Those days must have been very happy.
Thinking of this, Xue Lan's heart became softer and more excited.
The action of washing dishes also became faster.
But just when my heart was filled with joy and sweetness, I felt a slight itch from the tip of my ear. As I shivered from the itch, Duan Wenzheng bit my earlobe, and then caught my wrist, which I subconsciously tried to block. Between the gentle kisses and rubbings, he whispered the second half of the sentence in a hoarse voice:
“Just an apron.”