【49】You Will Always Be First in My Heart
Wen Ran couldn’t understand Nan Xi’s behavior at all. Could it be that he was angry about being beaten by him just now? Angry enough to blush? Was that necessary?
However, the audience watching the match didn’t think so.
[Holy crap, Nan Xi is so handsome! Ahhh!]
[I said it before, Feiyu is completely holding Nan Xi back.]
[What can they do? They bought Nan Xi at the highest price as the number one draft pick just to strengthen the Jungle.]
[Nan Xi is truly strong, one carrying four. He’s the Director of the ‘Trying My Best Bureau’ every single game. If I were him, I’d want to stab these four teammates.]
[Tonight is clearly Bai Yu taking the blame. If you check his data chart, he didn’t outperform Dawn in a single game.]
[I have to say, this Dawn really seems quite amazing. Eight hundred schemes in one match.]
[Help! Why is Nan Xi hugging people so suggestively?! I feel like he’s going to plant a hickey on Dawn’s neck in the next second!]
[Just looking at their faces, these two are a perfect match, okay?]
[Dawn, living up to your name as the SPL floorboards (height).]
[Hahahaha, he really is so short. I think DS should change their name to Team ‘Concave’ (凹).]
[Are you polite, commenter above?]
[I didn’t pay much attention before, but seeing him hugged by Nan Xi, I realized this Toxic Tumor is actually quite petite.]
Once the players left the stage and got their phones back, Bai Yu saw the first comment under the Weibo post his team had made before the match. It was glaringly posted by DS.Dawn: [I am indeed quite good at using the Dog Beating Stick.]
Bai Yu looked at the timestamp. Fck, it was posted one minute before the match!*
This Dawn really was a toxic tumor. Others usually played dead or left it to fans to fight back when facing such ridicule. Even Bai Yu himself had prepared mentally for a long time, secretly authorizing the operations team to post that Weibo just to vent for Night Heart.
But now, this Dawn actually personally went down into the comments to roast the official account?
Bai Yu looked further down. It wasn’t just Dawn charging into battle; his “Little Roses” (fans) were fierce, tearing people apart one by one. One person could hold a keyboard and spray four others, all with a sarcastic, patronizing tone. They had completely conquered the comment section.
Now that Feiyu had lost the match, these people quickly pushed the team onto the trending search topics.
[No way, no way, surely no one tried to ‘shut the door and beat the dog’ only to get beaten themselves?]
[Laughed to death. Thought you guys were so amazing. Ridiculing Dawn with just that little skill? You got your heads hammered in.]
[When have you ever seen a Seeding Match game last less than ten minutes? Why are you guys even playing professionally? Go report to New Oriental Culinary School instead.]
[Is winning once so amazing? Is it necessary to mock explicitly and implicitly like this?]
[Sorry, but winning is amazing. The right to breathe is earned, not given!]
[Win if you have the ability! Wasn’t it ‘slicing melons and chopping vegetables’? Didn’t you look down on Dawn? How did you get 4:2’d?]
[Tsk tsk tsk. At the celebration banquet tonight, DS won’t dare to move their chopsticks until Bai Yu arrives.]
…
Things had escalated to this point. Bai Yu got angrier the more he looked at his phone, but since he had violated rules by using personal connections to get operations to post that Weibo, he couldn’t say much. He could only watch as his team’s official blog sheepishly issued an apology statement, tagging Dawn and claiming it was a staff oversight.
Dawn gave them “face” by replying to several netizen comments and chatting under a post by Xiao Huang—[I am fresh milk, I milked you to a win, buy me an Ultraman! @DS.Dawn]—but he completely ignored the official account.
He really was… unpleasantly arrogant.
Bai Yu refreshed Weibo, and DS.FourLeafClover‘s post popped up.
[Ivan sliced melons and chopped vegetables, said he’s making late-night snacks for the brothers. Pumpkin porridge or vegetable porridge?] followed by a rose emoji.
The attached pictures: the first was a large pumpkin cut in half with a knife stuck in it, and the other was romaine lettuce cut into segments.
The comments below were almost all “Hahaha.” Bai Yu was practically furious to the point of death.
This Four Leaf Clover had always played with Night Heart before and had zero presence. Bai Yu thought he was an honest person. Who knew that after hanging out with Dawn for just a few days, he would turn into this sarcastic shape!
Bai Yu was already unhappy about losing the match, especially to Dawn. The Weibo situation made him feel like he had dropped a rock on his own foot. Just as he was about to exit, he saw a reply under his team’s official Weibo, right under Dawn’s “Dog Beating Stick” comment.
It was from his own team’s aloof Jungler, Nan Xi: [Can I add you on WeChat?]
Bai Yu almost spat out his water.
Nan Xi came from the youth training camp. He was the Rookie King Jungler with high talent. Because their Jungler transferred this season, they needed a Jungle carry, so they bought him back for a huge price.
But Nan Xi spoke very little and wasn’t very close to his teammates. Except for in-game, there was almost no private communication. When others asked him to go out for food or entertainment, he wouldn’t go, preferring to train alone with his head down.
Everyone thought he was a weirdo.
But how come he had such a favorable impression of Dawn, whom he had only met once?
Hugging him wasn’t enough; he actively wanted to add his WeChat?
Bai Yu felt he couldn’t understand this world anymore.
Wen Ran didn’t see that reply at all. He was currently hiding outside.
He had been walking for half an hour but hadn’t dialed the number in his hand.
This feeling was strange. Before, because he had no friends, he didn’t know who to share his joy and pain with. But now, he had someone willing to listen. Even if what he said was a joke or some trivial matter, Jiang Yan was extremely patient and replied to every sentence.
But the more it was like this, the more he dared not, the more he evaded.
What if he sent messages or called, and Jiang Yan got annoyed with him?
But today, Jiang Yan himself said to call him after the match ended.
If he watched the match, he should know it ended a long time ago, right?
But he hadn’t called.
Although Wen Ran didn’t want to admit it, as soon as he returned to the hotel, he worried that it wouldn’t be convenient to answer the phone in front of his teammates if Jiang Yan called later. He even refused Ivan’s offer to make porridge and ran downstairs early to wait.
Should I… reluctantly give him a call?
Wen Ran thought, but his hand dialed faster than his brain.
At this hour, Jiang Yan should have showered and laid down, right?
He flusteredly tried to hang up, but the other party picked up instantly.
The call connected, and that lazy voice came through: “Why did you think of calling Gege?”
“Checking if you’re still alive!” Wen Ran said angrily, but his voice quickly softened. “Didn’t you say to call you after I finished the match?”
“Oh~” Jiang Yan deliberately dragged out the sound. “So you care about Gege.”
“D-Don’t flatter yourself!” Wen Ran, having his thoughts exposed, stiffly changed the subject. “Jiang Yan, I… I won.”
“I know, I watched.” Jiang Yan chuckled softly on the other end. “Deciding game, Guiwa passive fully stacked, second skill blocking the path, ultimate taking out the enemy Mid in one wave. HP bar deletion art.”
“Your initiation was key.”
“And that game where you played Aji, baiting skills. You little rascal, eight hundred schemes in that head, tsk tsk.”
“Zhao Dou has been glued to your matches these past two days, constantly messaging me saying Sister-in-law is awesome.”
Wen Ran’s heart felt as if it had been filled. So, he watched it all…
Jiang Yan said, “Ran Ran, congratulations.”
“I am also very happy.”
Wen Ran stiffened slightly upon hearing this sentence.
So there really are people in the world who rejoice in another person’s joy.
He wasn’t that greedy. The fact that Jiang Yan could listen to him say these things already made him very happy.
Jiang Yan lowered his voice and called out to him, “Ran Ran—”
“Hm?”
Wen Ran held the phone closer, his breath light. “What is it?”
The ending note tilted up slightly, as if soaked in pudding, sweet and soft, sounding particularly like acting coquettish.
“Did you miss Gege?”
Jiang Yan could imagine how much the little rascal would blush at these words.
Wen Ran looked down awkwardly, kicking the stones on the ground in confusion.
He was nervous to death.
“Guibao (Precious/Obedient Baby),” Jiang Yan called again, his voice lower and more alluring than before. “Did you?”
Since he couldn’t see his current state anyway, Wen Ran simply smashed the jar (gave up resisting): “I missed you.”
Receiving an affirmative answer, Jiang Yan chuckled lightly. “Mn, Gege missed you too.”
“Ran Ran, look ahead?”
Wen Ran: ??!
He came?!
Wen Ran immediately looked up, trying to search for that familiar figure ahead. But apart from vehicles and all kinds of pedestrians, there was no Jiang Yan at all.
That was close. Good thing he didn’t see me looking this embarrassing.
But why was there a bit of disappointment in his heart?
Wen Ran sighed imperceptibly and took two steps back.
As a result, a familiar voice came from above his head:
“Lied to you, dummy.”
Wen Ran’s back leaned against a hard chest. Body heat transmitted through the contact point. Jiang Yan hugged him from above and behind.
One arm encircled Wen Ran’s waist, while the other held a small bouquet of roses in front of Wen Ran.
“Little Rose, congratulations on promoting!”
Wen Ran stiffly took the bouquet. After turning around, he saw Jiang Yan’s smiling face.
“Why did you come here?”
Jiang Yan raised an eyebrow. “Gege came to the venue to watch your match.”
“You little rascal didn’t even give a family ticket,” Jiang Yan sighed helplessly. “Gege had to grab one himself.”
Wen Ran felt a bit guilty being told this. “I thought you were too busy and weren’t in this city.”
“What could be more important than my Little Treasure’s match?” Jiang Yan patted his head, his tone gentle and doting. “Ran Ran, in my heart, you will always be first.”
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