【Orange × Nan Xi】 : I Don’t Like You
The new season began, marking another round of battle. Without the constraints of the World Championship, the star players of the powerhouse teams returned, and their strength had increased significantly.
The competition and matches between them became even more intense.
In particular, with the reforms to the Mid-lane version, Wen Ran’s outstanding individual skill was fully displayed.
In almost every match, you wouldn’t know who the winner was until the very end.
During the semifinals, Ni Feng faced HG. The interviewers specifically invited Wen Ran and asked whether he supported Xiao Huang or Orange.
The media was already prepared to write headlines about “Someone being let down,” but Wen Ran directly said, “I’ll support whoever transfers me 100 yuan first.”
Host: “……”
Truly classic Dawn.
HG was formidable, and it wasn’t easy for Ni Feng to win. The match went back and forth until it reached the match point.
[Watching the match tonight wasn’t a waste of time. This is how powerhouse teams in the S-Group should look!]
[Exactly! Both sides are pulling back and forth, and the team fights are full of details.]
[This counts as a showdown between the two strongest supports in the League. When Orange was in WK, he played HG, but the main shot-caller was God Wind. Now in Ni Feng, this is a true tactical clash.]
[Orange’s individual strength has really been underestimated. His shot-calling is so excellent; his tactical strategies feel like they aren’t even below Twilight’s.]
[These two added together must have thousands of ‘heart-holes.’ Maybe they were lotus roots in their past lives.]
[To the person above, maybe they were honeycomb briquettes.]
[Have you no manners?]
[Xiao Huang and Xing Chen are killing me. They look exactly like two silly sons being led by an old father.]
[Assuming there are 1,000 heart-holes on the field: Orange has 500, Twilight has 500, Xiao Huang has -10, and Xing Chen has -10.]
[Actually, no professional player is slow to react. It’s just that the supports on both sides are too inhuman. The ADCs are more like chess pieces in their gamble.]
[Orange’s comms after the match just now—his decisiveness was great, and he sounds so cold when shot-calling. Who is he trying to kill with his charm?!]
[Orange is amazing! Go for it and take the win! See you at the top with Dawn!]
In the final game, Orange picked Segar.
Segar was a hero with strong initiation capabilities and relied heavily on game sense. Orange’s nerves were taut as he issued command after command.
“In a bit, after they finish the Red Buff, they’ll likely circle around the Q-brush. Solo-laner, test the waters first. If it’s suitable, I’ll follow. Jungler, flank and dive the carry.”
The team was now in a state of complete obedience to Orange’s commands because every decision he made was the result of careful consideration, leading them toward victory.
When HG’s crystal shattered, the casters announced that Ni Feng had entered the Grand Finals with a 4:3 score!
“Fantastic!” Reaching the Grand Finals for the second time made the coach ecstatic. He immediately waved his hand and took everyone out for dinner and karaoke.
Everyone was happy, so the entire team went. However, after singing a few songs and drinking some alcohol at the KTV, a large group of them passed out drunk.
Orange’s alcohol tolerance was actually quite good among them, so he didn’t fall asleep.
He had to help the coach—who also had decent tolerance—carry the drunks into the cars one by one.
Nan Xi seemed to have poor tolerance. Orange remembered he only drank a little bit, but he had already fallen asleep leaning against the sofa.
He didn’t sing; he was just quiet.
After sending the teammates off in cars, Orange told the coach to go back first while he and Nan Xi took a separate cab.
When he returned to the private room, the music had stopped. The entire room was eerily quiet.
Orange walked up to Nan Xi, looking down at him.
Nan Xi’s face looked as if it had been carved by the gods themselves, making Orange’s heart race uncontrollably.
Warm breaths fanned out. Orange looked on, somewhat dazed.
Perhaps emboldened by the alcohol, Orange looked at Nan Xi’s beautiful lips and couldn’t resist. He leaned down and kissed them.
So soft, so cool.
Like jelly, it made Orange unable to stop.
He even stuck out his tongue and gave a little lick.
Just as he straightened up, satisfied after getting his fill of “tofu,” he suddenly met Nan Xi’s pitch-black pupils. “What are you doing?”
【Orange × Nan Xi】 : Don’t Imagine Things on Your Own
The sudden voice made Orange sober up instantly.
He had actually dared to do something so bold!
Orange was now so embarrassed he wanted to find a hole to crawl into. Due to the alcohol, the corners of his eyes were flushed red, making him look pitiful.
“I… I drank too much! I’m sorry!”
Orange hurriedly apologized, his lips pressed tightly together afterward. He didn’t dare look into Nan Xi’s eyes.
He was like a little rabbit that had done something wrong.
“Jian Yu, please don’t be angry, okay?”
“I’ll never do it again. I was wrong.” Orange felt ashamed. What if Nan Xi ignored him forever because of this?
Nan Xi gave a soft “un” and stood up from the sofa.
He didn’t look at Orange again and walked past him.
Orange quickly chased after him. “Jian Yu, wait for me!”
Since the deed was done, he might as well be thick-skinned to the end!
“I’ll go back with you.”
Meeting Nan Xi’s questioning gaze, Orange said with some guilt, “You’re alone and you’ve been drinking. I’m afraid it’s not safe for you.”
Nan Xi didn’t speak, but his gaze clearly said: “It seems being with you is the most unsafe thing, isn’t it?”
However, after a few seconds of silence, he slowed his pace to wait for Orange to catch up.
It was late at night. Orange and Nan Xi walked down the street, their shadows stretched long by the streetlights.
Orange noticed that although there was a distance between him and Nan Xi, their shadows were stuck together.
He secretly tilted his head, letting his shadow lean on Nan Xi’s shoulder.
Orange was overjoyed by this little discovery. Even if they weren’t together yet, practicing ahead of time wasn’t bad.
The feeling of a secret happiness made Orange feel lightheaded.
He wasn’t even looking where he was going. His foot slipped, and he suddenly fell to the ground.
“An Chenxia!”
Nan Xi had been lost in thought as well and hadn’t been able to protect Orange in time. Watching him fall, his thoughts were pulled back.
“Are you okay?”
There was a trace of concern in Nan Xi’s tone that even he hadn’t noticed.
Orange wasn’t actually injured, but the fall hurt a bit, making him hiss in pain.
But seeing Nan Xi ask about him like that, he suddenly felt like telling a lie.
Thus, Orange said aggrievedly, “It hurts a little.”
“Where does it hurt?”
Nan Xi was truly a bit scared. Ever since he met Orange, the guy was always getting hurt. Luckily, he hadn’t injured his hands.
Orange clutched his butt and said, “My calf.”
Then he realized something was wrong and quickly moved his hand to the front.
Nan Xi: “?”
Orange lowered his head, praying his clumsy acting wouldn’t be discovered.
Then he heard Nan Xi let out an imperceptible sigh and crouch down in front of him. “Get on. I’ll carry you.”
“It’s already so late. Let’s just find a hotel nearby.”
Orange gave an “un” and climbed onto Nan Xi’s back, being easily lifted.
Orange wasn’t heavy. Nan Xi had held him before; he was the weight of a normal adult male.
Orange leaned obediently against the person he liked, feeling that Nan Xi’s back was broad and warm, making him crave this tenderness.
His hands were crossed around Nan Xi’s neck, and his chin rested on Nan Xi’s shoulder.
It seemed only at times like this could he openly hold him.
He wondered when Nan Xi would accept him.
And then willingly carry him down the street like this.
Orange’s warm breath fanned against the side of Nan Xi’s neck, making Nan Xi feel a bit restless.
His ears had reddened uncontrollably.
In fact, back in the KTV room, he hadn’t been asleep at all, nor was he drunk; he was just resting with his eyes closed.
But he never imagined Orange would be bold enough to come over and kiss him.
And he himself had been so possessed that he couldn’t bring himself to interrupt, instead enduring it all.
His first thought was actually that Orange’s lips were just as “kissable” as he had imagined.
Soft and bouncy.
The moment Orange’s wet, warm little tongue licked his lips, Nan Xi felt the string called “reason” in his brain nearly snap.
Some unspeakable and deviant desires sprouted in his heart.
He wanted to seize the other’s chin, open his lips, catch that mischievous little tongue, and kiss him until he was breathless.
Nan Xi was shocked by his own thoughts, which was why he had opened his eyes.
He didn’t know what was wrong with him. He clearly liked Wen Ran and had rejected Orange, so why did he have this kind of desire for him?
The hotel they found had normal standard twin rooms, not a “prop big bed room” like last time. Nan Xi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The two of them washed up separately and then turned off the lights.
Neither spoke.
After a while, Orange’s voice suddenly rang out:
“Jian Yu, are you asleep?”
Nan Xi still responded: “No.”
The alcohol was starting to hit Orange. In a moment of impulsiveness, he began to spill everything: “Hehe, I’m so happy today.”
“Happy about what?”
“Happy we won the match, and happy I got to kiss you.”
Nan Xi: “……”
Orange was currently lightheaded from the alcohol, thinking he was in a dream. “Jian Yu, your lips are so soft, just like jelly.”
“If I could, I’d really like to kiss you every day.”
Nan Xi: “???”
How could Orange say such things?
He didn’t answer, but the other person said in a soft voice again:
“I really like you.”
Thump, thump.
Nan Xi felt his heart race uncontrollably because of Orange’s words.
In his mind, scenes of his past interactions with Orange surfaced: Orange coming to celebrate his birthday on a snowy night, being handcuffed in the themed room, holding a rose to confess to him, and tonight’s cramped apology.
This was the first time Nan Xi felt someone’s passionate love for him.
He didn’t understand why the other person liked him. He had already rejected him, so why hadn’t he given up?
When Nan Xi finally drifted off to sleep, he had a dream.
In the dream, he returned to the Internet cafe. Wen Ran was still his old self, pushing him toward the room. “I’m working during the day. Go to the room and rest for a bit.”
“You have to sleep,” Wen Ran said. “Don’t worry, I’ll watch your spot. When you’re done resting, I’ll still be here.”
He lived with Wen Ran. Wen Ran taught him how to play Ling Xiao and queued with him.
In the noisy Internet cafe, the clack-clack of Wen Ran’s keyboard and the repeated calls of “Nineteen” intertwined like a bottle of orange soda—it was his bittersweet secret crush.
Later, when creating his ID, his fingers moved slightly and typed: “Want to protect Little Wen.”
Perhaps this dream was a reminder that he still liked Wen Ran.
Orange slept very well. When he woke up the next day, he found a glass of water on the nightstand.
There was no one else in the room besides Nan Xi. Thinking that Nan Xi had placed it there for him, Orange’s heart felt incredibly sweet.
Moreover, he thought carefully—last night, he and Nan Xi had such intimate contact, and Nan Xi hadn’t expressed disgust. Did that mean he also had feelings for him?
Orange didn’t want to miss the chance while feelings were warm. So, seeing Nan Xi return with some items, Orange decided to strike while the iron was hot and confess again.
Orange gathered his courage. “Jian Yu, I have something I want to say to you.”
Nan Xi had also come to a conclusion. “Coincidentally, I have something to say to you too.”
Orange nodded gently. “You go first.”
He hadn’t figured out how to say his part yet anyway.
Nan Xi didn’t decline and spoke directly. “An Chenxia, let’s keep some distance from now on.”
He couldn’t let go of Wen Ran, so naturally, he couldn’t lead Orange on.
The expression on Orange’s face froze. He spoke with difficulty, “What?”
Keep distance… what did Nan Xi mean?
“Aside from being teammates or friends, there shouldn’t be any other relationship between us,” Nan Xi said. “Don’t waste your time on me.”
“It’s not a waste of time!” Orange got anxious upon hearing this. “I like you. I’m willing to pursue you.”
“But I don’t like you.”
The moment Nan Xi said this, Orange’s eyes immediately turned red.
Nan Xi suddenly felt a bit of hesitation, but dragging this out would be bad for both of them.
“An Chenxia, ‘die-hard pestering’ is something from TV dramas,” Nan Xi hardened his heart. “In reality, it’s just annoying.”
“And it’s very ‘cheap.'”
Annoying… cheap…
Only these two words spiraled in Orange’s mind.
He couldn’t believe Nan Xi actually thought of him that way.
Then what did Nan Xi’s usual kindness to him count as?
Orange felt bitter, but he still asked, unwilling to give up, “Do you… have even a little bit of liking for me?”
Nan Xi steeled his heart. “No.”
“You’re lying!” Orange didn’t believe it. “If you didn’t like me at all, why would you come out to find me as soon as I called?
“You accompanied me to see the kitten. When I fell, you proactively carried me. You even speak up for me during games.”
Orange finished and clenched his fists. He was incredibly nervous. Yesterday, when he kissed him, Nan Xi hadn’t even been angry.
Please, even if it’s just a tiny bit of goodwill, a tiny bit of liking, I’m willing to take that tiny bit and slowly make it grow.
But what Nan Xi said next felt like being plunged into an ice cellar:
“If it were any other teammate, I’d do the same.”
In other words, he and everyone else were the same in Nan Xi’s eyes.
Orange opened his mouth but couldn’t say a word. He didn’t know what to say to hide his current feelings. It was as if he had been climbing a mountain and could already see the peak, only to be kicked back down to the base.
After speaking, Nan Xi placed the bag in his hand on the nightstand. “Breakfast. Go back to the base early after you eat.”
The door was closed gently. The room was eerily quiet.
Orange stared at that pancake wrap until it was completely cold before grabbing it and taking a bite as if to vent his frustration.
He doesn’t like me, yet he still bought me breakfast.
Tears fell with a patter.
Jian Yu, how can you be so hateful!
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thank you for posting! this story is so good.
you accidentally posted extra 5 instead of 6/7.
Done! Thank you so much for letting me know.