【Orange × Nanxi】 If First Love Had a Look, It Must Be Yours
Orange never could have dreamed that Nanxi would say something so suggestive in front of tens of millions of viewers.
Though the host did her best to steer the conversation back toward “brotherhood” and “team chemistry,” a storm of activity had already erupted in the livestream’s bullet chat.
[Nanxi, do you even hear what you’re saying?]
[Talk about turning the tables. Nanxi is a beast.]
[Host: How about I just hand you the mic and you can interview yourself?]
[LMAO, Nanxi has some seriously strong self-management skills.]
[Look at him, he’s left poor Orange completely speechless.]
[Orange is probably cringing so hard he’s dug out an entire ancient city with his toes.]
[Wait, why does the atmosphere between them look so weird tonight?]
[I was thinking the same thing. Why is Orange’s face so red?]
[Oh my god, I knew my NanCheng ship was real! Now the leads are taking the initiative to ship themselves!]
[I’ve spent my whole life doing good deeds just so I could live to see this moment of pure fanservice.]
[It’s probably just normal brotherhood. You guys are forcing the CP vibes. Just now, when Chengfeng hugged Orange, that tilt of his head looked like he was kissing his temple!]
[Exactly. Chengfeng’s backpack is always full of oranges. How many finals has WK played? That’s how many oranges he’s had in his bag.]
[He’s a minor! Stop that! Go sit at the ‘Children’s Table’ with Xiao Huang.]
[Hahaha, Xiao Huang didn’t do anything to you people!]
…
After finally ushering Nanxi off the stage, the players from Team Right taking the interview seats were Chengfeng and Xingyue.
The host glanced at her cue cards and asked with a smile, “Team Right lost to Ni Feng today. Xingyue, can you tell us how you’re feeling?”
Xingyue had played countless matches and was far from stage-frightened. “It’s a bit of a regret, I suppose.”
“Team Ni Feng is a very formidable opponent. Facing off against them provides us with invaluable competitive experience.”
“I see. Now, Chengfeng, you’re a new player who joined this season, yet you haven’t shown a hint of nervousness. Although you didn’t defeat Ni Feng tonight, your damage output and mechanics were obvious to all. Can you tell us how you maintain such a steady mindset?”
Chengfeng held the microphone and glanced at Xingyue beside him. “Should I tell the truth?”
Xingyue: “…”
This brat!
Chengfeng was the AD player she had personally scouted. Since he joined the team, Xingyue had been the one coordinating and communicating with him. While Chengfeng’s playstyle was fierce and aggressive, his temperament was actually quite mild, and he was very obedient to Xingyue.
Rookies were often targets for criticism. To prevent him from saying the wrong thing, Xingyue accompanied him to almost every interview, having coached him privately beforehand.
And yet, here he was, asking for her help with such a standard question in front of the entire audience.
Maintaining one’s mindset was a basic question asked of every player.
As long as he didn’t mention drinking or smoking, what could go wrong?
The host immediately chimed in, “Of course! Chengfeng, feel free to speak your mind.”
“Um,” Chengfeng hummed, then spoke. “Senior Orange is my favorite player. The reason I chose to go professional was because I watched his matches.”
The host replied, “So, you were inspired by your idol?”
“No,” Chengfeng said, looking directly at the camera. “I hope that one day, I can become his AD.”
Host: “???” What kind of bold claim is this?
Xingyue: “???” Are you blind to your sister Xingyue’s skills? You’re replacing me already?
“Or, I hope to meet him at the summit,” Chengfeng added. Only after this sentence did Xingyue and the host finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Please, can you not take such long pauses between sentences?!
You’re going to give someone a heart attack.
“The pursuit of every esports player is to keep moving forward and reach the top,” the host said. “That is the spirit of esports!”
The host was about to wrap up the interview when she heard Chengfeng ask, “Why aren’t you asking me why he’s my favorite?”
Host: “???”
Double kill?
What was wrong with Nanxi and Chengfeng tonight?
The host gritted her teeth and asked, “Alright then, why is Orange your favorite?”
“Because Senior’s mechanics are incredible and his tactics are brilliant. Plus, he’s very cute. His eyes are always bright, he has a high nose bridge, and his waist is very thin. He’s also very kind to his fans. If first love had a look, it would definitely be like Senior.”
After Chengfeng finished his speech, everyone on set was petrified.
The host felt like she was going crazy. What did she do wrong to have to interview these two “Great Buddies” in one night? They were clearly doing this on purpose!
She’d probably hear “Why aren’t you asking me…” on loop in her head when she tried to sleep tonight.
“People often use ‘first love’ to describe beautiful things,” the host said, desperately trying to salvage the situation. “I suppose for all professional players, the game Lingxiao is just as beautiful as a first love!”
The interview finally ended, but the online discussion was far from over.
[I’m giving my bro Chengfeng a ‘666’ for that.]
[This is what you call a high-quality fan. Listen to that confession.]
[Orange is the real winner here. So many people like him.]
[Did both Nanxi and Chengfeng get poisoned tonight? One after another, they’re confessing to Orange.]
[I’ve never seen an interview like this in my life. I am shocked for ten thousand years.]
[To be honest, I don’t get it. One is a Jungler and the other is an AD, yet their favorite player is a Support.]
[Chengfeng is definitely a visual stan. Look at what he said—he might as well have written ‘Orange is so handsome’ across his face.]
[An Chenxia is quite handsome. It’s not a sharp, aggressive beauty, but he’s very easy on the eyes. He has this playful vibe that makes everyone a little dizzy just looking at him.]
[If you’re talking about the rich, handsome guys of the League, Wind is one, Ling Han is another… and the next has to be Orange.]
[He’s a ‘Rich, Handsome Guy’?]
[He’s good-looking and tall. Plus, before Orange went pro, he studied fine arts. He has over ten years of foundation. A normal family couldn’t afford to raise a kid like that.]
[The person above is underselling it. He didn’t just study one type of painting.]
[Impressive.]
[Does anyone else feel like Chengfeng is low-key competing with Nanxi?]
[Sister! I finally found my people! I was wondering where that weird feeling was coming from—you just solved the mystery for me!]
[Their ‘like’… it couldn’t be the kind of ‘like’ where they’re fighting over the same wife, could it?]
[I ship it. 666.]
…
Nanxi naturally saw this interview as well, and it had been weighing on his mind.
Ever since he had realized his true feelings, his possessiveness over Orange had exploded.
Now, seeing Chengfeng express his love for Orange so passionately on stage, his sense of crisis intensified.
Even though Chengfeng was only seventeen and a minor—meaning Orange wouldn’t have that kind of relationship with him—Nanxi worried that there would be a second or even a third Chengfeng.
While he was lost in thought, there was a knock on the lounge door.
Chengfeng pushed the door open and walked in.
He was holding a gift box.
Ignoring everyone else in the room, he walked straight up to Orange. “Senior, I brought some local specialties for you.”
Orange was still reeling from Chengfeng’s interview statement. He had initially thought the “confession” was just a kid’s whim, but the boy had said something so suggestive on stage. Orange wasn’t vain, but he wasn’t stupid either. Seeing Chengfeng now, his instinct was to hide.
“Senior, I was very happy to play against you today,” Chengfeng said. He noticed the curious looks from everyone in the lounge but didn’t mention the confession. “This is just a small token of my appreciation. I hope you’ll accept it. Next match, I’ll definitely work hard to beat you!”
The gossiping eyes in the room finally turned away. Oh, so he really is just a fan!
Orange, caught in a difficult spot, could only accept it. “Well, thank you then.”
“Don’t mention it, Senior.” Chengfeng took a long look at Orange before adding, “Can I add your WeChat?”
Orange nodded and scanned his QR code.
Nanxi almost snapped the pen in his hand.
He felt he couldn’t wait any longer.
After returning to B City, there were no matches for a few days. It was currently afternoon, and Orange was about to order delivery when he heard a knock on his door.
“It’s unlocked!”
With a creak, Nanxi walked in.
Orange was sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked up at Nanxi. “Looking for me?”
“Um,” Nanxi said, looking a bit nervous. “A new movie just came out. Want to go see it together?”
Is Nanxi asking me out to a movie? Is he? Is he?
Orange was thrilled inside, and the corners of his mouth twitched with a smile he tried to suppress. He feigned calm. “What movie? Is it any good?”
“Mission 3,” Nanxi said. “The reviews are great.”
“Oh.” Orange didn’t actually care about the reviews; he just didn’t want to look too eager.
Otherwise, he’d be the one getting played every time. How embarrassing!
“Wait for me to change then.”
“Okay.” Nanxi pulled the door shut and left. Once Orange was sure he was alone, he immediately threw open his wardrobe to find his best-looking outfit. He even fixed his hair in the mirror.
Today, he wore a pure white hoodie that made him look incredibly soft and cute.
Nanxi looked at him and felt a sudden urge to pinch his cheek.
“Let’s go.”
Orange looked up at Nanxi and smiled. The latter’s heart skipped a beat.
How can someone be this cute?
The two were walking side-by-side. While waiting at a red light, Orange felt something brush against the back of his hand.
He looked down. Nanxi’s finger was tentatively hooking onto one of his.
A tingling sensation spread through his entire body. Orange’s frame went rigid instantly.
Then, Nanxi’s hand moved forward, gently grasping his.
Nanxi’s hand was larger than Orange’s, easily enveloping it.
Nanxi coughed slightly, looking a bit awkward. “It’s not safe to cross the street alone.”
“Oh.”
Orange replied, letting the other man lead him by the hand. Even when their palms began to sweat, neither wanted to let go.
This Jian Yu… if he wanted to hold hands, he should have just said so instead of being so indirect.
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