"If he doesn't fight, will Winter still have any problems?"
Duan Wenzheng's voice was as nonchalant as usual, but it was not difficult to hear a hint of alienation in it.
Wen Yan's gaze paused, then he raised his eyes and slowly fell on Duan Wenzhen.
One of them looked indifferent while the other even smiled, but the people standing nearby smelled a strong odor of poison at the same time... Everyone looked at one and then the other, feeling so embarrassed that they didn't know what excuse to make to leave this place that didn't look too safe.
Wen Yan's gaze passed Duan Wenzheng and fell on the person behind him. He frowned slightly and said something without knowing why -
"Something's going on."
Upon hearing this, Xue Lan quickly stuck his head out to ask what was going on, but as soon as he stuck his head out, he was pushed back by the person standing in front of him.
"Since everything is alright, I'll leave first."
"… "
Duan Wenzheng's ability to lie with open eyes stunned everyone, including Wen Yan. Before everyone could come to their senses, Duan Wenzheng had already pulled the people behind him and quickly left the training room.
Xue Lan hugged the keyboard bag and was carried out of the training room by Duan Wenzheng in a daze.
His eyes moved back and forth between Duan Wen Zheng and Wen Yan behind him. Although he did not expect to win this game so easily, he knew that although Duan Wen Zheng had won the recognition of Wen Yan after his outstanding performance in the youth training camp, their initial mode of getting along was indeed a "love-hate relationship" where they got to know each other through fighting.
He was surprised at the tension between the two for a moment, then he came to his senses and firmly believed that this was a sign of love between the two of them!
Wen Yan, who always controlled his emotions, did not catch up, but his calm expression seemed to be cut open.
Duan Wenzheng walked quickly, and Xue Lan's gaze moved around him again, becoming more certain of his judgment!
In the early stage, Duan Wenzheng used constant provocation and teasing to make Wen Yan lose his indifference and start a shameless life of loving and killing each other in public.
Xue Lan followed Duan Wenzheng with staggering steps. When they turned the corner, the group of people peeking through the door of the training room were no longer in sight, so Duan Wenzheng let go of his hand.
Xue Lan breathed a sigh of relief, becoming even more certain that Duan Wenzheng's actions just now were just for Wen Yan to see.
So Duan Wenzheng walked ahead without looking back. Xue Lan saw him passing a corner very close to her room, so she casually said goodbye to Duan Wenzheng: "I'll go back to my room first..."
"Wait a moment."
Duan Wenzheng's low voice made Xue Lan stop in her tracks. She remembered that he was in a bad mood and she hadn't comforted him yet. He had also said before that he could tell her if there was anything in the future. Thinking of this, Xue Lan looked at the person standing in front of her with more nervousness and concern.
"You're not happy?"
Duan Wenzheng's expression eased a little after hearing this. He raised his eyebrows and asked casually, "Why do you say that?"
Xue Lan scratched his head and said nothing.
Duan Wenzheng did not ask any further questions. He lowered his head to look at the injured part of Xue Lan's wrist, then raised his hand to hold his wrist.
Xue Lan subconsciously wanted to hide his hands behind his back, but Duan Wenzheng seemed to have noticed his intention and simply stopped him.
"Don't… "
Duan Wenzheng's originally tense expression relaxed a little, and he raised his lip and said, "I haven't done it yet, are you afraid?"
After he said that, he pulled Xue Lan's hand to check it, and took out the ointment from Xue Lan's pocket, squeezed a little and applied it on his fingertips, then gently pushed it on his wrist.
A moment ago, he was trying hard to think of how to comfort this person who seemed to be in a bad mood, but at this moment, he thought... Was it just his illusion
After all, this was just a small game. How could Duan Wenzheng, who didn't care about winning or losing, get angry about such trivial things
Just when he was about to give up this ridiculous idea, Duan Wenzheng's hand movement became slightly heavier, and Xue Lan, who was wandering in space, instantly took a breath of cold air.
Xue Lan raised his eyes and stared at the person in front of him.
In fact, Duan Wenzheng's action was not that severe, but Xue Lan didn't know why he suddenly took out his anger on her when he was fine just now.
"What were you thinking when you were charging in the game just now? Now you know it hurts?"
"..." Xue Lan had just felt a little aggrieved, but now he had lost all his arrogance. He looked at Duan Wenzheng eagerly, hesitating and saying, "No... I..."
But he hesitated for a long time and couldn't even think of a lame excuse. In the end, he could only smile awkwardly, hoping that Duan Wenzhen's unhappiness would pass quickly and that he would forget about this little thing as soon as possible.
Fortunately, Duan Wenzhen only said one sentence and didn't say anything else. He quietly applied the ointment with a faint medicinal fragrance bit by bit.
Duan Wenzhen's movements returned to slow, and his warm fingertips stroked the skin of his wrist. A slightly itchy feeling seeped from the fingertips on his wrist to the bottom of his body.
In this moment of silence, Xue Lan was distracted for a moment. He raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him carefully.
Duan Wenzhen focused on the movements in his hands, his long eyelashes drooping down, casting a gentle shadow.
He looked extremely serious, neither smiling nor talking, as if he was completing something extremely serious, which actually gave Xue Lan the illusion of peace and tranquility...
Duan Wenzheng raised his eyes at this moment, and the silent black eyes were tinged with a smile the moment they met his gaze: "Does it look good?"
Duan Wenzhen is the kind of person you can spot at a glance when standing in a crowd. Unlike his casual smiles in the past, the corners of his eyes are slightly raised at this moment, making his originally handsome and unruly face even more vivid and lively.
Xue Lan swallowed subconsciously.
He lowered his head and avoided his sight as his heart suddenly became disordered.
Duan Wenzheng did not calm down because of his retreat. He looked at him crookedly and asked again: "I haven't said anything yet, why are you blushing?"
"… "
Although Xue Lan was aware of the heat on his face, he also knew that he was blushing uncontrollably at the moment. He wanted to slap his cheeks hard to get rid of the embarrassment, but Duan Wenzheng pointed it out to him, and instead of getting better, the situation made him feel even hotter.
"I was just too, too hot to blush."
"Oh, it's too hot."
"… "
Xue Lan lowered his head and tried to sneak away from him, but as soon as he showed signs of doing so, Duan Wenzheng stretched out his hand to block his way.
"Little boy, you haven't answered your brother's question yet."
He leaned his arms against the wall behind him, and spoke slowly and hoarsely, as if he had great patience and could answer slowly.
"What's the problem?"
Duan Wenzheng's smile deepened: "Does it look good?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Xue Lan's ears, which were only exposed under her clothes, turned a layer of red.
"… "
Duan Wenzheng looked at his angry expression and couldn't help but said, "I didn't say anything. You keep looking at me, so of course I have to ask you if you look good. Why do you keep looking at me for so long?"
"… "
He sighed and said, "When we first met, you said I was pretty."
"… "
Xue Lan's face was red as if it was about to bleed. He just peeked at Duan Wenzheng... It wasn't a peek! He just looked at him a few more times because he felt that he seemed unhappy. How did it become...
Lustful at first sight? !
Now that he mentioned what I said back then, I wish I could go back to that time and cover my mouth. It's really... too embarrassing.
Xue Lan didn't understand why she had been able to praise Duan Wenzheng for being "good-looking" at first, but now it was so difficult for her to say it out loud.
But his hand blocked his way, as if he would ask more questions if he didn't answer.
Xue Lan lowered his head even lower. Just when Duan Wenzheng was thinking whether he had teased her a little too much and was about to quit, he suddenly heard him reply in a mosquito-like voice:
“Good… looks good.”
Xue Lan waited for a long time, but saw no reaction from Duan Wenzheng. He raised his head in confusion and saw Duan Wenzheng smiling softly with his head tilted, his eyes fixed on him without blinking.
Duan Wen Zheng always has a smile on his face. He has a faint smile that only curls the corners of his lips but does not reach his eyes on weekdays, and he also has a wanton smile that shows unrulyness written on his face. But at this moment, the smile between Duan Wen Zheng's eyebrows and eyes dilutes the innate estrangement between him and others, and it suddenly hits his eyes without warning.
Xue Lan instantly felt like he was about to combust on the spot.
"Don't laugh." Xue Lan whispered in annoyance.
"Sorry." Duan Wenzheng forced himself to retract his smile: "How about this, since it's so beautiful, I'll let you see it as much as you want from now on."
"..." Xue Lan didn't want to pay any more attention to this person. He pushed him away and walked towards the room with his face red as if it was about to burn.
Duan Wenzheng followed closely.
"Angry?"
"No."
Duan Wenzheng seemed not to hear him: "I apologize, it's my fault, don't be angry."
“… I’m really not angry.”
"But I'm angry."
Xue Lan subconsciously stopped and looked at the person behind him in confusion.
"What's the matter?"
Duan Wenzheng leaned casually against the wall, his eyes flickering in the interlaced light and shadow of the corridor: "What do you say?"
Duan Wenzheng's words were both true and false, and Xue Lan was a little confused about whether he was really angry or not.
So he was not angry with Deng Ruiqiu just now, but with himself
But he didn't do that. Although he finished the game despite his wrist injury and even forced himself to complete some difficult operations, it was just because he didn't want to drag him down... Duan Wenzheng shouldn't really remember him for these little things.
after…
After the game, Wen Yan came to find him! !
yes!
The training camp should be the place where Duan Wenzheng and Wen Yan's relationship sublimates. Duan Wenzheng already has a good impression of Wen Yan at this moment, but his "rival in love" actually "showed off" in front of Wen Yan in the same game with him, and even really attracted Wen Yan's attention after the game!
Xue Lan suddenly realized what was going on and regretted it deeply. He was really too careless! !
He looked at Duan Wenzhen who was staring at him and was about to speak. In order to save his precarious friendship, he held Duan Wenzhen's hand tightly while Duan Wenzhen looked stunned.
"Let go. From now on, Wind and I will have nothing more than the simplest friendship of teammates!"
But at this moment—
"What are you doing?"
Xue Lan turned around in surprise, and standing not far behind him was Wen Yan, who had arrived at some point in time.