Xue Lan was shocked and read the message over and over again, then rubbed his eyes before he confirmed the content of the new message.
But how could Duan Wenzheng... so fast? !
Xue Lan suddenly thought of Fatty's words, and then remembered that Duan Wenzheng always joked...
Maybe he wasn't outside the door at all, he was just trying to make him happy.
But Xue Lan still came to the door as if possessed by a ghost. Looking at the tightly closed door, he walked over and pushed the door open as if nothing had happened.
There is no one outside the door.
Xue Lan was slightly startled.
Duan Wenzheng... just likes to tease people like this, right? Xue Lan lowered his eyes, not knowing whether to feel disappointed or relieved for a moment.
He was about to close the door again, but a slender hand with distinct knuckles pressed down on the door.
"It seems that I am not very popular?"
Xue Lan was stunned, and looked up in silence at the person who seemed to have suddenly appeared in front of him.
Duan Wenzheng pushed open the door and walked in. He then looked at Xue Lan closely, who had a dull expression but no surprise. "It's a waste of my being the driver and the bullseye for the whole night, and I came here so late..."
Xue Lan blushed and quickly moved aside to invite him in: "I'll go get you a glass of water."
After Xue Lan finished speaking, he quickly walked to the kitchen to pour some water.
How could he not welcome Duan Wen Zheng... The moment he saw Duan Wen Zheng just now, his heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it would jump out of his chest in the next second.
With such a "rival in love" relationship in the past, it was already incredible for Xue Lan that Duan Wenzheng was willing to accept his kindness, and... he didn't expect Duan Wenzheng to really come.
Xue Lan poured the water and walked into the living room. Duan Wenzheng was standing in front of the computer desk, looking at several photos hanging on the wall.
Mostly…
The ones that were printed in huge sizes were of the competition, the award, the interview... There was even a picture of "Xue Lan" wearing a skirt and being forced to take a photo with a cold look in her eyes...
Wen Yan?!
…
Xue Lan was so shocked that he ran over and covered the photos on the wall: "It's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"
He didn't know whether the misunderstanding he was talking about was that he was exposed in front of the "main wife" or the hard-to-describe dress in the photo.
Duan Wenzheng retracted his gaze and picked up the water cup that Xue Lan had placed on the table: "You two have known each other so long?"
Xue Lan shook his head subconsciously, but after thinking about it, he nodded unconsciously. He... didn't know Wen Yan at all, but the original owner had liked Wen Yan since junior high school.
It can be said that they like each other, but the time they have interacted is limited to when a fanatical fan wore women's clothes to watch the game... and when he asked for a photo backstage in the name of being the boss's daughter.
Wen Yan had always thought that Xue Lan was a difficult... girl.
Xue Lan thought for a moment and explained again: "I was young before, and did a lot of... very immature things, but I really won't do that again in the future, and I won't bother Wen Yan again."
Xue Lan was in tears. He had finally established a friendly and peaceful relationship with Duan Wenzheng, but how could he be exposed by him as his love rival
"Yes." Duan Wenzheng looked at the photos on the wall: "In this case, are these..."
Xue Lan recalled the scene in the book where Duan Wenzheng was jealous of Wen Yan, as if he hoped that there would be no living creature within 800 meters of him...
"I'll pick it now!!"
Xue Lan hurriedly took down the photo of him and Wen Yan on the wall, and caught a glimpse of the remaining photo of himself in a skirt hanging in the corner... He simply took that photo down as well, intending to put it in the bottom of the box along with the original owner's things.
But just as he took a few photos out of the frame and was about to put them away, Duan Wenzhen suddenly pulled out the photo of himself alone.
Xue Lan rushed to grab it.
But Duan Wenzheng raised his hand high, held the photo out of his reach, and looked at him with a red face as he tiptoed to grab it.
Xue Lan is actually not short, but in the original novel, Duan Wenzheng and Wen Yan, who were both on the receiving end of love, are both 187 cm tall. In addition, with his fingertips raised deliberately, Xue Lan tried to reach the photo on tiptoe several times but failed. Instead, he lost his balance and nearly fell on Duan Wenzheng during the snatch.
Duan Wenzheng looked at the man whose face was red from being bullied, and put his hand behind his waist.
It is softer and more delicate than expected, and feels surprisingly good.
Xue Lan hurriedly stood up with his help, and said politely and apologetically: "Thank you."
Duan Wenzheng raised his eyebrows slightly, but the smile on his lips deepened.
He is so easy to tease, he blushes when someone says something to him, and he takes advantage of me so blatantly...but he says thank you
"It's so beautiful, it would be a shame to throw it away." Duan Wenzheng put the photo away: "If you don't want to thank me, just treat it as a gift."
"..." Xue Lan was stunned: "Didn't you just say..." "If you want to express your gratitude, then invite him to sleep at your house?"
"Wasn't that your invitation before then?"
"..." Xue Lan was confused and could only ask, "Why did you come here suddenly... Didn't you say you didn't want to come?"
"I just happened to be passing by, come up and sit down."
Upon hearing this, Xue Lan hurriedly pulled out the computer chair and motioned for him to sit wherever he wanted.
Duan Wenzheng sat down in a good mood, his eyes fixed on Xue Lan's account on the screen, which needed to make up for the online time because he upgraded too quickly.
"The commandos played well."
Xue Lan was slightly surprised by the sudden praise, but before he could raise his eyebrows, he heard Duan Wenzheng say:
"This level can't be just talent. How long have you been playing?"
Xue Lan's heart was filled with alarm.
He knew that Duan Wenzheng's sudden visit was definitely not that simple. He had played with him for so long today for a reason. However, the professions in the game "Dawn of Doom" can only be practiced through different accounts. The original owner Xue Lan had only been playing with the medical account. If Duan Wenzheng asked him how he played the commando before, why he secretly practiced the commando, and what account he used...
"Whose account did you use to play?"
"!!!"
He just knew it!!
As expected, Duan Wenzhen came to spy on the situation.
He didn't think that he was playing Assaulter for Wen Yan, or even that he had played Wen Yan's account before...
Xue Lan quickly calmed down, looked away and said calmly, "I rented an account on... Taobao."
"Oh?" Duan Wenzheng was slightly startled: "Quite smart..."
"kindness??"
“Which store? Remember to share it with me.”
"kindness."
Xue Lan was extremely nervous under his gaze, but there was no unnecessary expression on her face.
But Duan Wenzheng's eyes were fixed on him, and his smiling eyes made Xue Lan feel more and more uneasy. He quickly looked away: "Good luck in the game, I'll wait for you in the youth training camp."
"Yeah." Duan Wenzheng responded and asked casually, "Will you come to watch the game?"
Xue Lan quickly replied: "Yes."
Duan Wenzheng nodded and continued to persuade him: "Who are you cheering for?"
"You!" Xue Lan's eyes were full of sincerity: "You can definitely win the singles championship. I will go to cheer for you. I will wait for you in the youth training camp."
"Okay." Duan Wenzheng stood up and looked at Xue Lan, who looked like a primary school student answering a question from his teacher. The smile in his eyes deepened: "Then you have to cheer for me well."
His tone was frivolous, and his unconscious approach made Xue Lan feel invisible pressure. Xue Lan lowered her head to avoid his gaze, and retreated as he approached.
Duan Wen Zheng glanced at his hind legs and approached again with a playful look.
"What are you hiding from?"
Duan Wenzhen slightly distanced himself from him as he subconsciously avoided his gaze.
The man in front of him who blushes when being teased gradually overlaps with the man in the game who never misses a shot with his gun. In the game, his operation is often so amazing that it makes people stare sideways, but in reality, he is so weak that he blushes when he is asked a few words. He really wants to bully him unconsciously.
Duan Wenzheng was about to say something when the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
He glanced at the caller ID and picked up the phone.
"Brother Zheng, you're on the front page of the game forum again!" Fatty's excited voice came from the phone: "Now the entire game forum is scolding you for abusing your smurfs in a cruel way! You're famous again! Awesome!!"
"If you want such an 'honor', I can give it to you next time."
Xue Lan took the opportunity to put some distance between them while Duan Wenzheng was on the phone, and only then did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Duan Wenzheng suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.
Xue Lan was held by him and pulled his hand away while holding his breath.
No twitching.
He understood that Duan Wenzheng must have discovered something and came to Darkshark himself! !
Xue Lan continued to secretly struggle with the hand that was clenching his wrist. Duan Wenzheng held the phone and watched him struggle nonchalantly, as if he wanted to hang up the phone as soon as possible but was afraid that the person next to him would run away.
But before he could use much strength, Xue Lan's wrist was already red.
Duan Wenzheng was surprised that he couldn't help touching her, and quickly let go of his hand.
As soon as he let go of his hand, Xue Lan ran away.
Duan Wenzheng thought he was angry, but he saw him running to the bed with a red face... to make the bed.
Duan Wenzheng laughed.
The fat man called a few times on the phone but heard no response, so he asked again in confusion:
"Brother Zheng, didn't you say you would take Lao Qi and I to buy barbecue from the restaurant next to the supermarket? Why haven't you come back yet after being gone for so long?"
In fact, there was no such sudden idea of "just passing by". Xue Lan's home is in the opposite direction of the Internet cafe and the supermarket.
"I have something else to do, so I won't be going back tonight." Duan Wenzheng glanced at the figure who was carefully making the bed, and raised the corner of his lips: "You should also lose some weight and stop eating."
"???"
Duan Wenzheng hung up the phone and his gaze returned to Xue Lan.
"My bed is a little small, with only one quilt. We'll just have to squeeze together tonight." Xue Lan said when he saw him finished his work, his expression had returned to calm: "Tomorrow when I go to the youth training camp, you can sleep however you want."
"Oh?" Duan Wenzheng's gaze turned to him: "However you want to sleep?"
Xue Lan was slightly startled, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that there seemed to be nothing wrong with this sentence.
After thinking for a moment, he nodded.
Duan Wenzheng looked at his confused expression, with a dark light in his eyes: "Then I will remember it."
Xue Lan was wondering what he had written down when he saw Duan Wenzheng sitting down on the gaming chair. He seemed to remember something and said again:
"But you may have misunderstood one thing. I will go to the semi-pro invitational tournament, but..."
His eyes held a faint smile—
"Tomorrow, I will also go to the youth training camp."