【13】Little Scoundrel
“Tsk, why are you still so serious?” Jiang Yan leaned back, sighing heavily, his face written with ‘public morals are degenerating, people’s hearts are not what they used to be.’ “Pity Brother, a virgin, getting slept with and still having to suffer verbal abuse.”
“You’ve had a boyfriend. Brother hasn’t even held anyone’s hand.”
“I never did anything with him!” Wen Ran scratched his hair irritably. “F*ck, yesterday was my first time too! Even if we have to count, we’re even. What are you aggrieved about!”
And he was the one whose body felt like it was falling apart.
Jiang Yan dragged out his voice, raising his eyes slightly. “Oh—”
“Oh your ass!”
Seeing Jiang Yan’s face right now made Wen Ran want to punch him. He gritted his teeth, telling himself to stay calm, and put on his pants. He sat heavily on the sofa next to him.
But this sit-down was a mistake. The transmitting pain made Wen Ran yelp and bounce right back up from the sofa.
Jiang Yan wasn’t wearing anything, and from this angle, Wen Ran could see the culprit that caused his state yesterday perfectly.
Wen Ran greeted his ancestors ten thousand times in his heart. This dog.
The dog himself had no self-awareness and asked, “Then tell me, what do we do now?”
“What do we do?” Wen Ran glared at him. “We’re all adults. Let’s just consider it a one-night stand. Once we leave this room today, pretend nothing happened.”
Hearing this, Jiang Yan immediately put on a very surprised expression. “You do one-night stands?”
He clicked his tongue. “Can’t tell by looking. You look like a proper person, but you’re actually a little scoundrel who turns ruthless after the deed.”
“Ruthless your sister!” Wen Ran gritted his teeth. “Dumbass!”
He couldn’t care less about his butt right now. He bent down to pick up the clothes on the floor and put them on haphazardly.
Jiang Yan raised an eyebrow watching the flustered and exasperated person. “Little scoundrel, do you intend to leave Brother here alone?”
Responding to him was the deafening sound of Wen Ran slamming the door.
Jiang Yan’s alcohol tolerance wasn’t actually good; at most, he could handle one glass. Originally, he had secretly swapped the wine for water at this gathering, but after bringing Wen Ran to the hotel yesterday, he realized with hindsight that the glass he drank had also been spiked with alcohol.
So the two dizzy people rolled together.
Jiang Yan considered himself a person with self-control, and he had never been moved by anyone. But yesterday, when Wen Ran pounced on him, he couldn’t control himself at all. Jiang Yan could only temporarily attribute this to the alcohol.
Clearly, it was a boundary-crossing act, but thinking back on it, he didn’t dislike it at all, nor was he repulsed by Wen Ran.
This little scoundrel was truly interesting.
When Wen Ran returned home, it was 3 PM.
“Wen Ran, why did you come back so late? Is the workload at your place that huge?” As soon as he entered, Song Zixuan complained a bit. “Hey, what’s wrong with your leg?”
“Limping like that… if I didn’t know better, I’d think your hemorrhoids flared up.”
“…Cough, cough!” Wen Ran was shaken by Song Zixuan’s unintentional description. Remembering his absurd experience, his face flushed completely red again.
Fortunately, Song Zixuan didn’t pay much attention and continued, “Come look quickly. The platform is hosting a competition. I was just wanting to tell you.”
Song Zixuan pulled out his gaming chair and pointed at the screen to show Wen Ran the “Chenguang TV · Chenguang Cup” tournament. A national-level game like Lingxiao supported many streaming platforms, so hosting competitions was understandable. Chenguang TV was a large streaming platform and held several competitions of varying sizes almost every year. Among them, the one with the highest prestige was the Chenguang Cup.
The registration requirement for the Chenguang Cup was Grandmaster rank or above. It was divided into three divisions: 5v5, 3v3, and Solo. Among them, the Solo division had the richest prize pool and the most participants. It was a 1v1 mirror solo match with random matching. Before the match started, you chose your best hero, and the system would randomly match you against someone who chose the same hero. The winner gained one point, and the loser lost one point. The system would prioritize matching opponents with similar points. In the end, the person first on the leaderboard would be the champion, taking home 100,000 yuan in prize money and a trophy issued by the platform. Second and third place could also get 50,000 and 30,000 respectively.
“Wen Ran, aren’t you going to sign up and try?” Song Zixuan always remembered Wen Ran’s mechanics. “Pro players are banned from participating in this kind of competition. The opponents will probably just be randoms and streamers. You’re so good; won’t beating them be as easy as chopping melons and vegetables?”
“And you just need to register your game ID to participate. It’s good to just go play for fun.”
Ten thousand yuan in prize money—Wen Ran admitted he was tempted. With Song Zixuan’s help, he registered for the competition.
Since Song Zixuan changed his streaming strategy, his follower count had shot up. He now had over a thousand fans.
After playing four or five low-tier matches, it was already noon. Song Zixuan brought his takeout in and chatted with the bullet comments:
“My friend is participating in the Chenguang Cup. While eating, I’ll go see how he’s doing.”
Saying that, he opened the friends interface, found Wen Ran, and clicked to spectate.
The hero Wen Ran chose this round was Ice Rabbit, a heavy Mage.
High damage and hard crowd control, but no mobility.
When Song Zixuan entered, he happened to see Wen Ran holding a stored basic attack. He used Flash to get in the opponent’s face. The burst from the basic attack and the explosion of the passive shield instantly reduced the enemy Ice Rabbit to critical health. The opponent panicked and used Flash, but an accurate prediction with the second skill controlled her perfectly. Wen Ran threw his first skill, added another basic attack, and took the opponent away directly while neither side had their Ultimates. He then pushed the Crystal with a sliver of health left.
[???? Just came in and I’m confused.]
[It… ended just like that?]
[Holy crap, Ice Rabbit, a tool hero, can be used like this?]
[That’s not a heavy Mage, that’s a Mage Assassin.]
[The control was thrown perfectly too. That prediction was god-tier!]
[This person is a true boss. The damage calculation was spot on too. He took the passive damage himself, but the opponent hit him a few times less with basic attacks.]
[Streamer, reflect on yourself. How do you know such an amazing friend?]
“Hey, hey, hey, I’m still in the stream room. Why are you guys openly climbing the wall (defecting)!”
“At this time, you forget who brought you happiness,” Song Zixuan slurped his noodles and said, “But my friend is indeed strong. Just watching his mechanics is enough!”
Wen Ran’s points had now reached the top ten.
He rolled his wrists, wanting to play something more relaxed. His finger slid and selected ‘Fox’, then he started matching.
After the match was found, Wen Ran saw that the opponent was someone named ‘Yi Jian Shuang’ (One Sword Frost).
Wen Ran didn’t recognize him, but the bullet comments in Song Zixuan’s stream multiplied by two compared to usual.
[Holy crap, holy crap! Your friend matched with Yi Jian Shuang!]
[It’s over now. Yi Jian Shuang is a National Server ranker. Won’t he crush anyone easily?]
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