Chapter 117: Crisis
“Little B is usually a very silent and aloof person, and he gives off the feeling of a cool beauty. He’s exceptionally good-looking, and his grades are especially good.”
“But it just feels like he’s very distant toward everyone and doesn’t love to talk. He always has only one expression, which is no expression.”
“But when he looks at Little A, his eyes are bright. Who understands!? I’m really not exaggerating; his entire person becomes especially cute and he loves to smile. He looks especially good when he smiles!”
“I even saw Little B teaching Little A problems. So warm! Most importantly, what? Little B even calls Little A ‘Gege’. It feels super clingy. They ship so well.”
Cheng Ge kept watching Wen Ling’s expression. After finishing the section describing Wen Ling, he let out an “Agh” and asked knowingly: “Comrade Xiao Wen, who do you say this Little B is?”
Wen Ling looked at that description for a good while, then tilted his head back to look at Cheng Ge. “Who is it?”
That sense of well-behaved cuteness made Cheng Ge really fucking want to kiss him to death.
“Cough, cough.” Cheng Ge squeezed Wen Ling’s face, suppressing the restlessness in his heart. He explained everything to Wen Ling and waited for his reaction.
To his surprise, Wen Ling didn’t seem very happy as he muttered: “Why are so many people looking at you?”
“But I only look at you.” Cheng Ge replied naturally.
Wen Ling’s bit of unhappiness passed just like that. He grabbed Cheng Ge’s hand and stroked it. “I also only look at you.”
Later, both of them grew a bit sleepy and leaned against each other to sleep on the bus. After getting off and arriving at the venue, they quickly entered the zone.
It was an intense match lasting several dozen minutes. The score was neck-and-neck. In the middle of winter, every player was sweating, making even the spectators feel hot.
In the end, the opponent made a three-pointer, and Cheng Ge’s team lost by a single point, taking second place.
Matches were like that; there was winning and losing. Having done their best was already the best result.
Still, although it was said that way, losing still left one feeling a bit out of sorts, especially with someone like Cheng Ge who hated to lose.
But that bit of sourness was quickly dispelled by Wen Ling.
When Cheng Ge left the court, Wen Ling gave him water, wiped his sweat, and told him “you were great.”
After Cheng Ge wiped himself clean and changed his clothes, Wen Ling gave him a hug and said very seriously: “Cheng Ge is the best in my heart.”
He even added: “This is what I wanted to say myself; no one taught me.”
Like a sincere child trying and clumsily comforting you. Perhaps Wen Ling didn’t even know he was comforting him; he just wanted Cheng Ge to be a bit happier.
Cheng Ge really loved this side of Wen Ling. That bit of sour brooding vanished into thin air. He picked the person up and spun him around twice, while Wen Ling tightly encircled his neck.
Cheng Ge set Wen Ling down. “Was it fun?”
“A little bit.”
Cheng Ge straightened Wen Ling’s hair. “I’ll play with you when we get home.”
“The ‘playing’ at home isn’t ‘fun’.” Wen Ling looked at Cheng Ge, his brow slightly furrowed.
Actually, Cheng Ge understood in a second what the “little lecher” was thinking, yet he asked knowingly: “Then what is ‘fun’?”
“Just that.” Wen Ling grew a bit anxious.
Cheng Ge suppressed a smile. “Which one?”
Cheng Ge originally wanted to see the other get shy and blush, but he forgot that Wen Ling was shameless. He leaned in and said it directly into Cheng Ge’s ear, which instead made Cheng Ge’s ears turn red.
“What are you doing?” Cheng Ge looked for trouble to hide his embarrassment, leading Wen Ling to the group to gather. “You treat that as ‘playing’? Am I being too good to you?”
To his surprise, Wen Ling said joyfully “yes” and added: “It’s so comfortable. You’re most gentle at times like that. When I call you… ugh… when… ugh…”
Cheng Ge hurriedly covered Wen Ling’s mouth, his body feeling a bit restless. “Stop it, stop it, Xiao Wen. Don’t use ‘gentle’ to describe me.”
“Then what should I use?” Wen Ling’s eyes were round.
“…In short, in short, don’t use ‘gentle’.” He was a “Big Alpha Man,” after all. Cheng Ge waved his hand. “Oh, let’s not talk about this for now; we’re about to eat.”
“Oh.” Wen Ling was flicked off just like that.
They had already agreed that regardless of winning or losing, they would use the prize money to take everyone out for a feast. The restaurant had already been booked in advance.
When the group arrived, it was exactly lunchtime, and the foot traffic was quite large.
There was a dish on the table based on ginger. The ginger had been cooked until soft, making it lose its ginger taste and not be spicy. The taste was quite good.
Cheng Ge dabbed a piece and was about to put it in Wen Ling’s bowl. “Do you want to try this ginger? It’s not spicy.”
Cheng Ge had always wanted Wen Ling to eat more ginger to warm his body, but Wen Ling found ginger both spicy and foul-smelling and didn’t want to eat it. Cheng Ge didn’t force him.
In these matters, Cheng Ge never forced Wen Ling. If he didn’t like something, he didn’t eat it; there were plenty of substitutes.
“Do you think it’s delicious?” Wen Ling asked.
Cheng Ge smiled and said “it is.”
“Then I’ll try it.”
Wen Ling didn’t have the concept of taking a small, careful test bite when eating. Moreover, since Cheng Ge said it was delicious, he swallowed it in one go. His eyes were fixed on Cheng Ge, his mouth closed as he chewed and chewed before giving his evaluation.
“It’s just so-so.”
“What if we add a bit of sweetness?”
Wen Ling thought for a moment and said, “A little bit delicious.”
Cheng Ge nodded and went to study other dishes.
The group grew excited as they ate and ordered several more bottles of alcohol, though they were a low-alcohol type of cocktail.
Cheng Ge poured himself a glass and asked Wen Ling: “Do you want to drink some? It has a sweet taste.”
In truth, Cheng Ge didn’t forbid Wen Ling from drinking; he didn’t care about those things and was willing to let Wen Ling try new things. Wen Ling didn’t drink simply because Cheng Ge had told him alcohol was spicy.
“I’ll just have a bit of yours.”
Wen Ling took a sip from Cheng Ge’s hand and savored it “pretentiously.”
“How is it?”
Wen Ling pursed his lips. “Fruit juice tastes better.”
Cheng Ge smiled and nodded. It seemed Wen Ling was fated not to get along with alcohol.
He poured half a glass of fruit juice for Wen Ling. During this time, Cheng Ge always felt gazes falling on him. It felt strange.
Looking up, several girls from the cheerleading squad were looking his way with mischievous smiles. Although they were mischievous, their gazes were quite friendly.
Cheng Ge looked at Wen Ling and then down at himself, not understanding.
“What’s wrong?” Cheng Ge mouthed to the girls.
The girls shook their heads repeatedly and continued eating with their heads down.
Cheng Ge grew even more puzzled. Before his confusion passed, his calf was suddenly hooked by Wen Ling, and he was pulled to lean toward him.
Wen Ling only hooked his leg and refused to say a word. He lowered his head, his face puffed up with anger. Cheng Ge was completely lost. “What’s wrong?”
Wen Ling held it in for a moment before complaining in a muffled voice: “Didn’t Cheng Ge say he only looks at me?”
Cheng Ge realized the “Great Jealous Jar” had overturned. He wanted to laugh but didn’t dare. Under the table, he grabbed Wen Ling’s free hand and tickled his palm. He promised “only looking at you, only looking at you,” and the “Jealous Jar” was set upright again.
Because he had drunk too much water during the match and then had the cocktail, Cheng Ge felt an urgent need to use the restroom. He shook Wen Ling’s hand. “I’m going to the restroom.”
“I’m going too.”
And so, the two left the table together, leaving behind several girls who were shipping the CP like crazy and a head-shaking Wang Lei.
Wang Lei joked with the boy next to him: “Aren’t these two ‘brothers’ a bit too clingy? They even go to ‘drain the dragon’ together. I didn’t even do that in elementary school.”
“You say they’re ‘brothers’?”
“Yeah, what’s wrong? Why do you look so shocked?”
“Whose ‘good brothers’ act like that?”
Wang Lei also asked, “Yeah, whose ‘good brothers’ act like that?” After asking, Wang Lei reached his own conclusion: “One must be a ‘brother-con’ and the other a ‘sibling-con’. They even hold hands all the time. It’s too terrifying. Any kind of ‘-con’ is too terrifying.”
The boy was completely defeated by Wang Lei’s “Manly Straight Guy” nature and praised him with a smile: “You’re really something.”
Wang Lei smiled modestly. “It’s fine, it’s fine. Just a guess.”
The boy: “…”
Outside the restroom, Wen Ling washed his hands and stood in a less crowded spot to wait for Cheng Ge. Before he could stand firm, his shoulder was suddenly hit hard. As he staggered, a strange scent flooded into his nose…
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