"Why didn't you wake me up in the morning?"
Duan Wenzheng yawned, put one hand around his shoulder, and pinched his wrist with the other hand to look at the faintly recognizable red mark on it: "Does it still hurt? It was my fault last night..."
Duan Wenzheng's light ending tone seemed to arouse people's imagination. He was clearly talking about the red marks on his wrist, but it sounded...
This sudden intimate action made Xue Lan's face flush instantly, but when he looked up, he saw Wen Yan's stiff gaze fixed on Duan Wenzheng's hand on his shoulder.
Xue Lan realized belatedly that Duan Wenzheng must have seen him talking to Wen Yan, and wasn't his words just a warning and threat to keep him away from Wen Yan? !
Xue Lan suddenly felt like he had turned into a huge light bulb, and hurriedly picked up the luggage beside him:
"I, I'll go to the room to put my luggage first!!"
After he said that, without waiting for them to say anything else, he slipped out of their sight without looking back.
…
Early the next morning, everyone was notified that the points race was over and everyone had to go to the video room to collect the first video after entering the youth training camp. After finishing these, Xue Lan returned to the training room.
Many people stopped him along the way, stuffed bags of candy and snacks into his arms, and turned and ran away without giving Xue Lan a chance to refuse.
Walking through the corridor outside the dormitory, Xue Lan already had his arms full of snacks.
He was confused and finally grabbed a student who stuffed some potato chips into his hand and was about to run away.
"Why... did you give me this?"
The boy he held blushed: "Just now... someone gave you candy, didn't you like it?"
Xue Lan was startled when he heard this, but he still asked in confusion: "But why did you give me these?"
The boy cleared his throat shyly, not daring to look at him: "You are the only girl in our youth training camp!"
“…I’m really not…”
"I, I have something else to do! I'm leaving now!!"
The boy didn't listen to what Xue Lan said at all. He pulled his hand back and ran away, leaving Xue Lan standing there blankly with a pile of snacks that were about to drown him.
“… Deng Ruiqiu has nothing to be arrogant about now.”
"By the way, that reset is the sniper."
"Him? I didn't notice, but he seems to be counting down as well?"
The sound of conversation not far away brought Xue Lan back to his senses. He then remembered the purpose of his coming out and busily searched around for Duan Wenzheng.
During the individual points race, he was questioned by Wen Yan and did not pay attention to what happened in the points race, but he also knew that Duan Wenzhen did not achieve the ideal ranking in the points race.
Xue Lan walked around for a long time and finally found Duan Wenzhen, who was sitting on a bench in the small garden, with the help of enthusiastic students.
But Duan Wenzhen was lazily sitting on a bench, his eyes fixed on the endless blue sky, wondering what he was thinking.
Xue Lan thought of the discussions he had heard on the way here.
Duan Wenzhen failed in the points race and must be feeling very disappointed right now!
Xue Lan hurriedly sat down next to Duan Wenzheng holding a bunch of things. He carefully put down the things in his arms, raised his head, and saw Duan Wenzheng's eyes on him.
Xue Lan interpreted the slightly different look on his face as the loneliness of losing the game. She thought of the way he climbed to the top step by step with a carefree smile on his lips. She also thought of his "righteousness" in doing what he was about to do for love...
As if to encourage him, he took out his hand and patted his shoulder, his eyes sparkling:
"Don't be sad. There are wins and losses in competitions. You can tell me if you are unhappy in the future!"
Duan Wenzheng was stunned when he heard this.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the pair of expectant eyes in front of him, and curled his lips slightly: "Okay."
He saw that the man in front of him had clearer eyes because of his answer, and his mood seemed to be tinged with a hint of joy. His eyes dropped to the snacks in his arms.
"What's this?"
"Oh..." Xue Lan looked at the snacks in his arms thoughtfully, "These are...gifts from everyone. But they, they still seem to think I'm a girl... They won't listen to my explanation."
Duan Wenzheng smiled: "Have you ever thought that they gave you these for this reason?"
"Why is that?" Xue Lan raised his head in confusion.
Duan Wenzheng's smile deepened, but he just raised his hand and tapped Xue Lan's forehead, then picked up a bag of snacks, opened it, and threw the potato chips in the bag into his mouth.
Seeing that he looked normal now, Xue Lan asked, "In the points race just now... who eliminated you?"
Duan Wenzheng turned to look at him and answered casually, "I myself."
Xue Lan stayed where he was.
Seemingly satisfied with his expression, Duan Wenzheng raised his lip and added: "Self-thunder."
"???" Xue Lan looked at him throwing potato chips with a relaxed look on his face, and hesitated for a long time before asking again: "Why did you self-detonate? That's a points competition!"
Duan Wenzheng seemed to have heard something funny: "Didn't you just say 'a points race is nothing'?"
"… "
Xue Lan was choked by his words. For a while, he recalled Duan Wenzheng's performance in the previous few minutes, and then thought of what he had just heard about Deng Ruiqiu.
He looked at Duan Wen Zheng in disbelief.
"You weren't... waiting for Deng Ruiqiu for the past few minutes, and after taking his head... you killed yourself?!"
Duan Wenzhen seemed to have heard something insignificant and nodded casually without any hesitation.
Xue Lan, however, just stood there.
The first points match, as the entrance examination for the youth training camp, adopted the mechanism of individual survival battle. That is to say, after entering the map, players could not see other people's names unless they were killing each other.
But Duan Wenzheng only fired one shot and accurately took away Deng Ruiqiu's head...
Combined with his performance in the first few minutes of the game, Xue Lan could only think of one result -
The reason why Duan Wenzhen stayed away from the battlefield a few minutes ago was just to wait for Deng Ruiqiu's sniper prompt.
Then, through the sound of gunfire, people could identify and calculate his location bit by bit.
Xue Lan felt that if anyone told him about this, he would think it was a fantasy, but if it was Duan Wenzheng -
Then nothing seems impossible.
Xue Lan opened his mouth and asked after a long while: "But, weren't you sad just now?"
"Sad?" Duan Wenzheng raised his eyebrows slightly: "I was just thinking... what to eat later."
"… "
"But speaking of which." Duan Wenzheng opened another bag of snacks and ate them as if no one was around, while asking, "You ran so fast just now... Are you angry?"
Xue Lan shook his head. How could he be angry over such a small matter
After receiving a negative answer, Duan Wenzheng asked again: "Then... why didn't you call me in the morning? Don't you want to be with me?"
"No." Xue Lan hurriedly shook his head again: "My reputation is not very good, I am afraid... it will affect you."
Duan Wenzheng's eyes flickered slightly, and then he raised his eyebrows: "Would I be afraid of these?"
"That's not what I meant." Xue Lan shook his head like a rattle: "And yesterday... Thank you for yesterday."
"Yesterday?" Duan Wenzheng leaned on the bench, pretending not to know what he was referring to: "Thank you for accepting your invitation?"
"..." Xue Lan blushed and shook her head quickly.
"What is that?"
"It's just... account. Thank you for helping me reach level 50."
"Oh." Duan Wenzheng looked at the child who was sitting in front of him and said, "It's very hard to practice the account. You should think about how to thank me."
Xue Lan nodded quickly: "That's for sure."
Duan Wenzhen was enjoying the rare leisurely afternoon, and his eyes once again fell on the well-behaved figure beside him.
This kid wasn't much younger than me, with a baby face that looked soft and tender. If you didn't tell him his age, everyone would probably think he was only fifteen or sixteen years old.
I don’t know if it’s because he feels this way, so his expression is usually calm, different from the way he looks in the live broadcast room, and different from the way he always blushes in front of others, just like at this moment, his cheeks still have a blush...
Xue Lan was eating snacks obediently with his head down, but something suddenly poked his cheek...
He looked up in surprise, and what was falling on his face was none other than Duan Wenzheng's index finger.
Xue Lan didn't understand what was going on, but subconsciously stopped what he was doing and stared blankly at the people around him.
The feeling under his fingertips was soft and smooth. He was stunned. His gaze was like that of a frightened deer, and his cheeks were puffy because of the unchewed snacks in his mouth... Duan Wenzheng's fingertips fell on his cheek, and as if a switch was touched, his cheeks were gradually flushed.
Duan Wenzheng also raised the corners of his lips unconsciously: "Why do you like blushing so much, kid?"
As he spoke, he leaned closer as if to observe the blush on his face. Xue Lan subconsciously held her breath as he moved.
"What are you doing?"
The sudden sound brought Xue Lan back to his senses and he quickly brushed away the rogue fingers. But when he looked up, he saw that the person standing not far away was Wen Yan.
Xue Lan took a deep breath and stood up quickly like a student who had made a mistake and was caught by his teacher.
If Duan Wenzheng was frustrated in the competition, then the person who should comfort him the most at this time should be Wen Yan! He must create an environment for the two of them to be alone and warm up their relationship!
"I suddenly remembered that I still need to go..."
Before Xue Lan could finish his words, he was pulled down by the person next to him and sat down, with his arm casually placed on his shoulders.
"Classmates... communicate with each other." Duan Wenzheng said, raising his eyebrows and looking at Wen Yan standing beside him: "Professor Wen Te, is there any problem?"
Xue Lan was held down by Duan Wenzheng, and for a moment he was confused about what was going on.
"Esports is a very pure place. How far you can go depends on your strength." Wen Yan's voice was cold and cold: "I don't care what your purpose is for coming to the youth training camp, even if your original intention is not passion. But I hope you don't interfere with others, especially... people who have nothing to do with your interests."
Wen Yan's words were directed at Duan Wenzheng, but Xue Lan pricked up his ears as if alert when he heard these words.
He would not remember it wrongly. In the original novel, these words were said by Wen Yan in a low voice after "Xue Lan" confessed his love to Wen Yan in the youth training camp. But what does "someone who has nothing to do with your interests" mean? And most importantly, at this moment, Wen Yan's words were not said to himself, but to Duan Wenzheng beside him.
"'Not related to my interests'?" Duan Wenzheng narrowed his eyes slightly, fixed his sight on Wen Yan, and asked casually: "Professor Wen Te, may I ask, what do you mean by... 'my interests'?"
Wen Yan's expression froze, as if he didn't know how to answer such a question.
Duan Wenzheng, however, still looked careless, and asked casually:
"When you say 'interest', you mean I like men, right?"
Xue Lan subconsciously took a breath of cold air when he heard this, turned his head and looked at the person beside him who still had his arm on his shoulder in amazement.