Duan Wenzheng's words instantly made Xue Lan's face burn.
His fingertips slipped, and the half-washed bowl, still covered with foam, instantly slipped from his hands. Xue Lan hurriedly reached out to catch it, but the bowl slipped from his fingertips again and fell straight to the edge of the sink.
Just as the porcelain bowl was about to hit the edge of the sink, Duan Wenzheng calmly caught the bowl and casually put it under the faucet to rinse it.
It's like anything can happen.
Xue Lan stood stiffly between his arms, looking dazed and at a loss.
But the instigator of all this was now washing the dishes calmly, as if nothing had happened.
Xue Lan wanted to slip out of his arms while Duan Wenzheng was washing the dishes, but Duan Wenzheng stopped washing the dishes for a moment and held him in his arms again.
"What shall I do?"
Duan Wenzheng finished washing the bowl and put it back to its original place, then he turned the child who had his back to him towards him and said, "I am still full."
"..." Xue Lan looked away and tried to get the pot on the side: "I'll cook you another bowl."
Although Duan Wenzheng ignored his movement to get the pot, he buried his body in the crook of his neck and kissed him lightly, bit by bit.
The itchiness brought by these kisses forced Xue Lan to give up the action of holding the pot and reach out to push the person behind him: "I can't do it if you do this. I can concentrate on cooking."
"Who wants to eat that?" Duan Wenzheng bit his shoulder lightly as if punishing him, but his fingertips caressed his soft lips intentionally or unintentionally: "You promised me."
His action finally reminded Xue Lan of what they were discussing before coming to the kitchen.
Duan Wenzhen did say that.
He said that if he won the singles match, he would give him a kiss, but where to kiss him was up to him.
This statement, which was agreed upon before the game, made Xue Lan feel embarrassed. On the one hand, he felt that he understood Duan Wenzheng's meaning and that he was asking too much. But on the other hand, he was afraid that he would be laughed at for thinking the wrong way because he didn't explain it at all.
Duan Wenzheng's fingertips were still caressing his lips: "Let me think... Where should I kiss?"
His fingertips seemed to slide into his lips accidentally. Xue Lan's face was already stained red by wine, and he looked helpless and dazed in the dim light of the kitchen.
He supported himself with his hands on the edge of the pool in front of him, and only then did he manage to keep his balance.
Duan Wenzheng thought about it for a long time. Just when Xue Lan thought he could not come up with any conclusion, she heard a hint of smile in his voice: "It's boring to tell you directly. Why don't we play a game?"
"…?"
"I won't tell you where it is, you guess..." Duan Wenzheng's voice was like a feather brushing past his ears: "I'll tell you if you guess correctly."
“?!”
How could Xue Lan believe his lies? He quickly pushed his hand away: "You, you want to lie to me again!"
Duan Wenzheng raised his eyebrows: "When have I ever lied to you?"
He swept his fingertips across the corners of his lips, carefully wiping away the marks left by his fingertips, and said innocently as Xue Lan's face flushed again: "If you don't believe me, I can write it down for you."
"Liar, liar!"
Xue Lan didn't care about his explanation. He had been deceived so many times because he believed Duan Wenzheng during this period of time! !
Duan Wenzheng sighed in disappointment when he heard this. How did that gullible kid become so gullible now
But when he thought of his command on the field and his desire to return to his side at the end, the regret in Duan Wenzheng's heart disappeared.
Although his little girl has grown up, she seems to have been tainted with his aura, which really makes him... like her more and more.
While the two were talking, footsteps were suddenly heard outside the kitchen.
Xue Lan followed the footsteps and walked very close to the kitchen. He held his breath stiffly.
Fortunately, the person outside the door just got some water near the water dispenser, and the footsteps gradually faded away after a while.
Xue Lan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Duan Wenzheng looked at his nervous expression and kissed his lips lightly: "Where are we going? To your place or to mine?"
"… "
Seeing Xue Lan buried his head tightly, Duan Wenzheng leaned over and leaned closer to look at him: "Hmm?"
Xue Lan thought of the footsteps just now, and was afraid that someone else would wake up and come to the kitchen to look for food, so he could only lower his head and respond: "... I, I."
Duan Wenzheng ruffled his hair contentedly and said happily, "Okay."
The two packed up their things and sneaked upstairs with a guilty conscience. As if afraid that he would change his mind, Duan Wenzheng took the opportunity when he opened the door and slipped in.
While waiting for Xue Lan to close the door, he turned around and saw that he was already sitting by the bed, looking at him with interest.
Duan Wenzheng waved his hand: "Come here."
Xue Lan pretended to be calm and walked to his side.
Duan Wenzheng was propping himself up with his arms and looking at him leisurely: "Shall I write it?"
"..." Although Xue Lan felt that it didn't matter whether to write it or not, when Duan Wenzheng asked him this, he still nodded randomly with a red face.
Duan Wenzheng tore off a piece of paper and began to write seriously.
Xue Lan watched him fold the strip carefully, then waved it in front of his eyes before casually placing it on the edge of the table, signaling that he could start.
Xue Lan stood there for a long while without moving.
He actually hoped that Duan Wenzheng could just tell him where he wanted him to kiss... He was already prepared, but now Duan Wenzheng told him to guess for himself.
… How is he going to guess.
Even if he knew what was written on Duan Wenzheng's note, would he just...
What if Duan Wenzheng said he guessed wrong
Xue Lan stood there hesitating shyly, but Duan Wenzheng seemed very patient and sat quietly beside the bed, as if waiting for him to decide whether to pretend to be polite or get straight to the point.
It really is... too bad.
Xue Lan walked to his side, slowly held his face in his hands, and leaned over to kiss his lips.
"Guess again?"
Xue Lan's face was flushed, but she didn't want him to succeed, so she kissed his cheek instead.
"No." Duan Wenzheng's smile was deep.
"… "
It was not until Xue Lan kissed the tip of his nose, the corner of his eyes, his forehead, the tip of his ears, and other places that should and shouldn't be kissed that Duan Wenzheng, still unsatisfied, grabbed his hand and pressed it, coaxing in a low voice: "Try here?"
…
The next day, when Xue Lan woke up from the nightmare, all he could think of was the voice of Duan Wenzheng in his dream.
That's it? That's it?!
Xue Lan shuddered, wondering why he had such a dream.
Maybe it's because Duan Wenzheng has been pestering him recently. Yesterday, at the last minute, he was exhausted and dragged up again, asking him how long he would have to prepare.
Xue Lan quickly shook off the echoing "that's it" from his head, and with tears in his eyes, he decided to take some time to watch more online learning videos... After all, the deadline for the domestic finals he promised Duan Wenzheng was approaching.
His mouth ached and swollen, he rubbed his cheeks, thinking back to yesterday... Duan Wenzheng looked down at him. Even when he asked "Is it here?", he was still rubbing the hair on the side of his face, and said to him slowly and hesitantly...
I'm not sure, can you try again
"… "
Just thinking about it, Xue Lan felt his cheeks getting terribly hot.
He quickly buried his head in the quilt, too embarrassed to think any more.
In the following period, due to Wen Yan's return to the team, the club once again fell into a craze of active training.
The rehabilitation exercises went smoothly, but everyone began to stare at Wen Yan from time to time. Every time the training was over, everyone would urge him to go back and rest.
Apart from training, Xue Lan had another thing that worried him.
He had been thinking about this matter all the time, so when Xue Yuanshan returned to the club, he found his office, but he didn't expect that Wen Yan was talking to Xue Yuanshan in the office.
"You guys chat first, I'll come back later..."
"No need." Xue Yuanshan smiled and invited Xue Lan in: "Wind and I were just talking about you. Wind said that you are making great progress and are fully capable of shouldering the burden of LGW."
Xue Lan felt agitated by what he said, and quietly raised his head to glance at Wen Yan beside him: "Yes... it's all because of the good teamwork."
Wen Yan's eyes were gentle: "I am no longer a member of LGW. The current member is you."
"Don't be so modest." Xue Yuanshan seemed to be in a good mood: "I have watched the last few games. Lanlan, you have made great progress. I feel relieved to have you and Wind in LGW!"
Xue Yuanshan smiled and asked, "By the way, what do you want to see me about?"
Xue Lan glanced awkwardly at Wen Yan beside him. He was just hesitating whether to wait for Wen Yan to leave before talking about it, when Xue Yuanshan said to himself, "Is it to clarify the gender issue?"
Xue Lan nodded after some hesitation.
In fact, it’s not just for this, it’s also about him and Duan Wenzhen.
However, after Xue Yuanshan finished speaking, Xue Lan subconsciously looked at Wen Yan beside him. He found that Wen Yan's expression was calm, and he seemed to be a little surprised about the gender issue he and Xue Yuanshan talked about.
Did Wen Yan already know his gender
"Don't worry."
While Xue Lan was hesitating, Xue Yuanshan smiled and explained, "I've asked you to prepare the specific public relations. This kind of thing can easily induce fans to overreact and will also affect your pre-match psychology. You just need to concentrate on the game now and don't think about anything else. I will do my best to solve it for you."
Xue Lan naturally understood Xue Yuanshan's concerns. "He" had been cheating people about the issue of gender for more than ten years. He had made up lies again and again to cover up his lies. Now he wanted to correct everything and solve all those long-standing problems at once.
"About Thunder..."
He has been feeling inexplicably flustered these past few days. If the move that the Thunder Team is planning is related to this incident...
"Your match with Thunder is coming soon. I will ask you to pay more attention to their movements. You are e-sports players. The most important thing is to play well in the match. Leave the rest to us." Xue Yuanshan nodded carefully. His tense brows relaxed when he saw the two people sitting on the sofa. He smiled with satisfaction and said:
"I'm the one who talked too much. You don't need me to remind you of things like this. You all did a great job."
"Actually, I was wondering whether it was right or wrong to let Lanlan come to the club... I didn't want him to influence you like before. But now I think he has really changed so much since coming to the club, and your relationship now..." Xue Yuanshan smiled: "Wind, thank you so much for this period of time. Thanks to you, Lanlan has changed so much."
"Yes." Wen Yan said slowly: "What I can help with is exist... the result of my own efforts."
"Okay, okay, I'm relieved now." Xue Yuanshan smiled from ear to ear, but he still reminded them, "I know you don't need me to remind you about this, but I still want to say one more thing, concentrate on the game, I don't want to deal with any team members' emotional problems while dealing with Lanlan's gender public relations. The time left for an e-sports player to compete is very short, and any emotional problems will be interpreted as a reason for losing the game. I don't want any of you to ruin your future because of personal emotional problems, do you understand?"
Xue Lan and Wen Yan's expressions both became a little stiff.
When Xue Yuanshan's eyes fell on him again, he felt a little uneasy. He didn't know whether Xue Yuanshan had guessed or misunderstood something. He just thought...
Xue Yuanshan would not agree with what was going on between him and Duan Wenzhen.
Xue Lan walked out of Xue Yuanshan's office absentmindedly, and Wen Yan behind him quickly caught up with him.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Xue Lan tried to remain calm and said, "I'm just... thinking about the Thunder Team."
"Before you came, we were discussing the Thunder Team." Wen Yan paused for a moment and explained, "The format of the international competition is slightly different from the domestic competition. The first round of auditions is based on the points of the previous season plus the domestic points of this season, and then the preliminary rounds are divided into groups based on these points. If I have calculated correctly, the first round of the international competition..."
Wen Yan looked into Xue Lan's eyes and said seriously in his disbelieving gaze:
"... We are very likely to play against the Thunder Team."