γ7γWhen Did You Switch Careers to Being a Thief, or a Flower Thief?
Unbeknownst to them, dozens of people had flooded into the stream, and the bullet comments were getting lively.
[What is this streamer doing?]
[Oh my god, I just came in and saw him cursing. Isn’t the title “Gentle Dharma King”?]
[Committing crimes because he’s obscure.]
Song Zixuan admitted he was panicking a bit. He had already planned how to write the apology letter. However, the game was still ongoing. The Top Laner, unable to out-flame Wen Ran, had rage-quit directly.
“Forget it, forget it, the game matters. They’ve almost pushed to the Crystal.” Song Zixuan remembered he was a technical streamer and nudged Wen Ran. “Hurry up and finish this game first. We’ll talk about the rest later.”
Saying that, he tried to sit down himself. “How’s your farm? Can you do it? Shadow Xuanji is very reliant on rhythm!”
Wen Ran didn’t make room for him. He scooted the chair to the side to dodge, putting the headset back on his head. “With me here, we won’t lose.”
“Don’t blow hot air, Wen Ran. I’m telling you, I can forgive the cursing, but if you play poorly, it means smashing my signb…”
Before Song Zixuan could get the word “board” out, Shadow Xuanji on the screen was already standing on the high ground, styling on five people alone. With Guardian Angel, Zhonya’s, and Sage’s Sanctuary, he secured a Pentakill and defended against the enemy push! Team wipe!
“Holy sh*t!”
Song Zixuan had some understanding of the game. He knew that for that play just now, just watching the skill releases and combos on the screen was dazzling. So, just how fast were the hands of the person controlling the keyboard?
Shadow Xuanji spun around. The teammates revived just in time, pushing down mid for a one-wave victory.
He yawned and stood up from the seat. “Little Landlord, do you think I was blowing hot air now?”
“Awesome, awesome,” Song Zixuan was completely won over. “Wen Ran, are your skills that good?”
“Mmhmm.”
Song Zixuan continued asking, “Then why don’t you sign up to play pro?”
Wen Ran hesitated noticeably, then said lightly, “Not interested.”
“It’s getting late. I’m going to sleep.”
Wen Ran returned to his room. After closing the door, he dug out a photo on his phone.
The photo was a group shot of high-spirited boys about his age, wearing red team uniforms with the team name “WK” and the words “Youth Training” on their chests.
Now, some of the people in the photo had become active professional players, and some had become streamers. He was probably the one doing the worst, yet his results back then were the best among them.
If…
Wen Ran lowered his eyes. Forget it. Two years have passed. What’s the point of thinking about this?
I’m probably destined to have no connection with the professional stage in this life.
This weekend, Song Zixuan told Wen Ran that his brother was coming over around 9 PM. In the afternoon, he dragged Wen Ran to the supermarket to buy groceries.
“Wen Ran, you go back first. I’m going over there to buy some fruit and other things,” Song Zixuan said. “You go back and figure out what to cook. My brother is coming late anyway.”
Wen Ran nodded, carrying a bag of groceries home.
But when he reached the door, he realized something was wrong.
The door was clearly locked when they left, so why was it ajar now?
Wen Ran vigilantly softened his footsteps. Placing the groceries outside, he tiptoed into the room.
There was a vase in the cabinet. Wen Ran considered picking it up but was afraid of breaking it and not being able to afford compensation, so he just gripped the phone in his pocket.
It wasn’t expensive anyway. Worst case, he’d smash the guy’s head with it.
The room was clean and tidy, with no signs of intrusion, except for rustling sounds coming from the bathroom.
What is he doing in the bathroom?
Wen Ran swallowed and placed his hand on the door handle.
The intruder probably hadn’t noticed yet. As long as he struck first, the chances of winning were high.
Three, two, one, now!
Wen Ran yanked the door open. But before he could make a move, the bathroom door opened from the inside. Because he was gripping the handle, Wen Ran was pulled forward, stumbling. Before he could react, his whole body slammed solidly into someone’s embrace.
At first, Wen Ran didn’t notice anything else. His nose bridge throbbed with pain from the impact, tears almost streaming out. What is this guy’s body made of? Why is it so hard!
Wen Ran instinctively tried to stand up, using a bit too much force with his hands, and then heard a sexy, muffled groan from the person beneath him.
Only then did he realize the other party was wearing only a bath towel, half-covering firm abs and V-lines.
His hair was wet; water droplets clung to his neck and chest.
Such a handsome guyβanyone would be dazed looking at him, especially Wen Ran, who liked guys to begin with. Except… if only this face wasn’t Jiang Yan’s.
Wen Ran was too shocked.
“Holy sh*t!” Wen Ran’s face flushed red with shame. “You pervert!”
“I’m the pervert?”
Jiang Yan hadn’t expected to meet this little friend here, nor did he expect such a thrilling start. “Brother actually wants to ask you: when did you switch careers to being a thief, or a flower thief?”
Translatorβs Note:
- “Flower Thief” (ιθ±θ³): A term often used in wuxia/martial arts novels referring to a criminal who targets women (a rapist or seducer). Jiang Yan is teasingly calling Wen Ran a lecher/pervert for “breaking in” while he’s naked.
- “Eat soft rice”: An idiom for a man who is financially dependent on a woman (or partner). A moocher.
- “Keyboard”: Referring to “keyboard warriors”βpeople who talk tough online but can’t back it up. Eating a keyboard is a common bet/insult.
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