【76】Jiang Yan Posts Wen Ran’s Photo, Little Beauty (Double Chapter)
Although Jiang Yan’s tone was questioning, his actions showed no sign of asking.
He kissed Wen Ran’s chin first, then moved up bit by bit, capturing his lower lip.
Dawn was just breaking, and the temperature by the sea wasn’t exactly warm. Instead, as the sea breeze blew, the air was damp and humid.
Wen Ran leaned back, supporting himself on the sand with both hands, his legs bent and pressed together. His eyes held a misty moisture, making him look like a little mermaid who had just come ashore.
Jiang Yan loved this look of his to the extreme, extending his arm behind him to embrace his waist.
By the end, Wen Ran had been kissed until he could only make whimpering sounds, blindly pounding on Jiang Yan’s shoulder.
With his red lips half-open: “Jiang Yan, aren’t you bad? I can’t breathe!”
“Why are you so clumsy?” Jiang Yan reached out and scraped his nose. “We’ve been to bed a few times, yet you haven’t learned how to kiss.”
Wen Ran’s face burned instantly. “Jiang Yan, have you no shame!”
Jiang Yan felt absolutely no psychological pressure. “I wasn’t ashamed when kissing other parts of you, what’s there to be shy about now?”
Saying that, he reached out and gave Wen Ran’s thigh a pinch, neither too heavy nor too light.
“Hmm?”
Wen Ran was even more embarrassed.
He pinched Jiang Yan’s arm fiercely.
If this were in the past, and someone told him his idol—the mysteriously cool esports Demon King Wind who wore a black mask daily—was actually a shamelessly horny pervert, Wen Ran would have taken a keyboard and greeted the guy’s ancestors for eight generations.
But now, he had already boarded the pirate ship. Damn you, Jiang Yan, give me back my image of a gentle idol!
First, a faint red light appeared, then the red sun gradually rose from the sea level. The morning light spilled onto the sea surface, paving a layer of pale gold.
Rippling with the waves, it was full of flowing light and color, beautiful as a painting.
This was Wen Ran’s first time seeing the sea.
The small town he lived in before had a relatively backward standard of living and was located inland. Seeing the sea was impossible; there were only small rivers.
Previously on TV, he had yearned for the vast ocean, wanting to see with his own eyes what the most inclusive existence in the world looked like.
He also wanted to go to the northwest region to see the clear, high blue sky there.
He wanted to read many books and travel many roads.
But later, he could only blend into the city’s alleyways like a rat, never seeing the light of day.
Every day, all he considered was how to solve his food and clothing problems, and how to survive the cold winter.
The romance of poetry and distant places didn’t belong to someone in the mire like him.
Until he met Jiang Yan. The other party gave him romance with everything he had, created surprises for him, and held him carefully in his hands.
Wen Ran turned his head to look at the roses on the beach. Under the shine of the morning light, they seemed draped in a layer of golden-red soft glow, making them look even more gorgeous.
He couldn’t help but want to reach out and touch them.
Just as Wen Ran’s fingertips touched the delicate, dripping petals of the rose, he heard a Click! sound.
The sudden camera sound pulled Wen Ran’s thoughts back to reality.
He turned his head, only to find Jiang Yan holding up his phone, taking pictures of him.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking a picture of you,” Jiang Yan said, leaning in and showing the phone to Wen Ran. “Our Ran-Ran is quite photogenic.”
Wen Ran glanced at it. Because of the backlight, his face couldn’t be seen clearly, only a side profile.
Whether Jiang Yan found the angle on purpose or just snapped it casually by luck, the resulting photo had a real sense of atmosphere.
It looked just like those viral ones on the internet.
If not for the photo, Wen Ran wouldn’t have known that someone like him could have such a fragile, cool vibe.
Because they still had training matches, they didn’t stay too long after watching the sunrise. Once the beach started getting crowded, they took a taxi back to the airport.
City B wasn’t very far from City G, about a 4-hour flight. The training match started in the afternoon, so they could make it back in time.
In the car, Wen Ran saw Jiang Yan bowing his head and typing on his phone. His own phone didn’t have much battery left, so he didn’t play with it.
He stared at Jiang Yan’s side profile.
To be honest, Jiang Yan’s face was the best-looking, most handsome one Wen Ran had seen in reality.
It wasn’t a delicate kind of good-looking, but sharp-edged, a very aggressive kind of handsome.
In other words, handsome right down to the bone structure.
And his body was great too—abs, V-line—and he could easily carry Wen Ran over his shoulder.
By the time they got back, it was already 12 PM.
Jiang Yan didn’t rest much and went straight to the coach to discuss tactical analysis.
Wen Ran plugged his phone in to charge, intending to open Weibo for a look, only to see a dense mass of private messages and @s.
He was used to this; fans often @’d him, and Wen Ran didn’t take it too seriously. Sometimes he would even pick fans to comment back a few sentences.
Wen Ran was planning to see what nonsense those unfilial sons were spouting so he could roast them, but today’s private messages were almost all very strange.
[Little Sprayer has made it big, going to the seaside with Wind!]
[Awesome, awesome. Seeing this coaxing makes me sour with jealousy.]
[Wow, there are roses too, so romantic~]
What is all this?
How did they know he and Jiang Yan went out?
Could it be that his group of perverted fans were stalking him?!
No, that’s not right. They shouldn’t have that level of skill.
Full of doubts, Wen Ran followed an @ link, and the result almost made him throw his phone.
It was a Weibo post Jiang Yan had made six hours ago.
[Watching the sunrise with Little Beauty.]
The attached picture was the one he took of him.
Wen Ran was practically petrified. Wind already had huge influence and many fans. With this post, the number of reposts and comments below had reached an astonishing level.
And a large portion were his own fans, overwhelmingly @-ing him.
Little Beauty… what kind of title is that!
Wen Ran gritted his teeth and scrolled down, then saw Jiang Yan replying to user comments in the front row.
[Love One: Who took the photo?]
[WK.Wind: Brother took it. Isn’t it pretty good?]
[Mary Mario: Who is this?]
[WK.Wind: Our family’s Mid laner, Dawn.]
[Dawn’s Stupid Sprayer: Brother Wind, God Yan, no way, did you really go to coax him?!]
[WK.Wind: Mn, you could say that.]
[Non-Mainstream Mid Laner’s Daddy: Male God, you lost out! This guy gets coaxed with a single Blue Buff. You just have to crook your finger and he’ll run over happily. You actually took him to see the sunrise?]
[WK.Wind: Not a loss. There must be a Blue, and there must be a sunrise. No conflict.]
Looking at these replies, Wen Ran’s first reaction was that these two idiot fans were embarrassing him in front of Jiang Yan. Then, seeing the words Jiang Yan wrote, he cursed “Fuck” and buried himself in the blanket.
Jiang Yan almost never posted original content on his Weibo; usually, it was ads or team operations.
Yet today, the number of comments he replied to exceeded all his previous interactions combined.
Wen Ran continued scrolling down. Various comments emerged endlessly.
[Wind is really so gentle. My husband is truly… I love him so much.]
[If only someone would treat me this well. But I only get killed by lurking enemies on the opposite team until I dare not leave the fountain, and then they give me a like after the game.]
[We’ve never seen this situation before. Coaxed like this over one Peak Tournament match?]
[Give it a rest. Everyone knows Dawn is Wind’s toxic solo fan. He got so frantic after being killed a few times that Husband had to go coax him. Speechless, truly worthy of being a toxic fan.]
[Family, don’t take it too seriously. Maybe they agreed to see the sunrise long ago and just posted it in this meme-like format.]
[I think the person above is correct. They’re teammates in the same squad. Little Yellow posts about Muse all the time on Weibo, what’s the big deal?]
[Thanks, I’m already dying of shipping. Does Wind really love him this much?]
[I’ve seen it all now. This boyfriend power… I’m shipping this CP first! You guys do as you please!]
[Are you sick, shipping CP here? Wind dared to post it openly, doesn’t that prove it’s brotherly love?]
[And those pro players have couple tags on.]
[Whatever. The main characters don’t mind, why are fans going crazy?]
[Daddy is very relieved, the unfilial son picked a good person.]
[Wind is handsome and gentle, Little Sprayer is really good at picking.]
[Our Little Sprayer isn’t bad either. The two are quite a match.]
[Hahahaha I really want to know if he’s stalking the comments right now, seeing us praise him and Wind as a match, and secretly smiling?]
Wen Ran, whose lips were currently curling up: “……”
If you guys hadn’t @’d me over here, who the fuck would care to stalk you!
There was a training match soon. Wen Ran turned off his phone, wanting to reduce the influence of that information a bit.
Orange also scrolled onto that Weibo post.
He clicked on the photo and looked at it fully three times, and read Jiang Yan’s answers in the comments. The suspicion in his heart deepened.
Relationships between pro players, especially in the same team, were generally good. One comment was indeed right: the more pro players posted, the more it signified good brotherhood.
Because they, especially star players like Jiang Yan, had countless “girlfriend fans,” and their endorsements relied on fan purchasing power.
So many esports players were single, and even if they dated, they generally wouldn’t expose it proactively.
If Jiang Yan really had something with Wen Ran, would he be this blatant?
Generally speaking, having just returned, would he be willing to abandon his girlfriend fan market like this?
Orange couldn’t give an answer.
But looking at the words in the comments section, he felt uncomfortable.
Clearly, Wind had just returned, and everyone was just getting to know each other. Wen Ran had a bad temper too. Why was Wind so close to him?
The first time they ate together, the first person Wind gave a gift to was himself.
Wen Ran didn’t get one.
The gift Jiang Yan gave them was steam eye masks. Esports players used their eyes a lot. When Orange went back and opened it that night, he felt the Captain was truly considerate, even though this gift wasn’t exclusively for him.
But…
It seemed there had never been that level of intimacy between him and the Captain. He also wanted to be closer to the Captain.
Orange looked at his reflection in the phone screen and pursed his lips.
Although he wasn’t as pretty as Wen Ran, his looks were considered above average. Based on his understanding of Wind, the man didn’t seem like someone obsessed with looks.
Then could it be that Wen Ran was constantly pestering the Captain?
After all, the Captain was so nice, and Wen Ran was notoriously toxic and difficult, often chasing netizens online to scold them.
It must be like that!
Orange didn’t think his guess was wrong at all. In his heart, he even felt this was exactly the case; otherwise, he couldn’t think of another reason.
His dislike for Wen Ran increased a bit more.
WK’s second match was against the Ni Feng (Reverse Seal) team.
Ni Feng had just played against Right two days ago. Compared to Right, Ni Feng was stronger. Unsurprisingly, Ni Feng took the victory.
Currently, four matches had been played in the league’s S-Group. WK and Ni Feng were both winners.
Ni Feng had entered the top four several times, and their overall strength was higher than FOX. Therefore, the coaching staff had conducted research on their playstyle and specifically created response systems and counter-strategies.
“I’ve already briefly introduced the Ni Feng team to everyone. If it were before, we would have already formulated a plan. But,” the coach changed the subject, “their team bought a new jungler. It’s Nan Xi from Flying Fish.”
Wen Ran was stunned upon hearing this. Nan Xi?
When Wen Ran changed his phone number previously, he got a new WeChat. At that time, he only cared about drawing a clear line with Jiang Yan. Plus, he had few friends to begin with, so he didn’t send friend requests one by one, only adding Little Yellow and a few others he spoke to often on the new WeChat.
As for Nan Xi, because they hadn’t talked much for a while, he was very far down the list, so he hadn’t kept Nan Xi’s contact information.
It had been over a month since then. Wen Ran didn’t even know Nan Xi had transferred.
“Judging from the playstyle of the last major match, Nan Xi is a point worth noting.”
The coach analyzed calmly, “Ni Feng is intentionally cultivating him as the core. It’s not hard to see that he indeed has the strength to be a wild core (carry jungler).”
“I found a few videos from his time in Flying Fish and analyzed them,” the coach said. “Nan Xi’s individual strength is far above the entire Flying Fish team. He carries almost every game. And his dragon control index reaches 84.1%.”
“Do you know what kind of concept that is?”
The coach glanced at Jiang Yan. “Previously, the highest dragon control index in the league was Wind, at 82.2%.”
“Although Nan Xi doesn’t have as many games as Wind, in terms of the index, his strength absolutely cannot be underestimated.”
“Look at this.”
The coach clicked on the big screen and played a highlight reel.
It showed videos of Nan Xi controlling and stealing dragons. He could snatch the dragon from the opposing jungler almost every time, no matter what hero he played.
In the game, the buff effect of the Big Dragon on the whole team was unquestionable. To put it bluntly, the core strategy of the game was to snowball the economic gap, take the Big Dragon, and continuously expand one’s advantage.
“Also, in the second game against Right, Right had a huge advantage. It was Nan Xi who stole three Big Dragons to take the advantage back and turn the tables.”
“This…” Arrow Cloud spoke first. “That’s kind of badass.”
One had to know that stealing a dragon wasn’t just a battle of hand speed. After all, Ling Xiao was a multiplayer cooperative team game. When one side was taking the dragon, essentially none of the five people would be idle; there would be damage dealers, defenders, and vision holders. Stealing the dragon meant rushing into such an encirclement, calculating HP, and not getting taken out.
Otherwise, it would be called “tradjing the dragon,” not “stealing the dragon.”
Wen Ran’s expression was a bit complex.
He clearly remembered that when Nan Xi used to play games with him, he played jungle when he first started, and his dragon control skills were hard to describe.
Wen Ran remembered clearly that once, after losing four dragons, he had angrily told him, “You play jungle but can’t take a single dragon, and get them all stolen by others. What’s the use of you!”
The next day, he felt he had been a bit excessive and wanted to apologize, but he forgot.
Since that day, it seemed Nan Xi’s dragon control skills had indeed improved a lot.
Now, had it reached this level?
It seemed hurting someone’s self-esteem really did have an impact.
Wen Ran didn’t know that long ago, after Nan Xi transferred to Ni Feng, a teammate had asked him this question.
According to Jiang Nan’s recollection, a gentle emotion appeared for the first time on Nan Xi’s usually cold face: “Because someone got angry that I couldn’t control dragons well. I didn’t want him to be angry.”
“He’s so pretty; it doesn’t look good when he frowns.”
Well, another romantic fool.
“If necessary, I can contest Smite with him,” Jiang Yan said, pulling Wen Ran’s thoughts back. “His calculation ability is indeed strong, but I’m confident in a 60-40 split with him.”
If anyone else said this, it would smack of bragging. But this was Jiang Yan—the genius jungler, the ceiling of junglers in the league, the legendary god-like man. Even after retiring for a year, no one could beat his base stats.
Therefore, not only did everyone not think he was bragging, but they also cast admiring glances.
Wen Ran suddenly felt a special sense of pride. This amazing person is my partner!
Orange looked at the calm and composed Jiang Yan. His eyes held not just worship, but some other emotions brewing, seemingly looking for a suitable time to erupt.
“Mn.” The coach nodded. “So we have to target him in the early game.”
“Try not to give him a chance to farm.”
“As for Jiang Nan, I’ve already compiled a report on her playstyle. Dawn, I’ll send it to you in a bit.”
The coach continued with some points to note, and then they started cohesion practice. After that came individual training, all for the sake of victory.
Probably because both teams had many supporters, there were exceptionally many spectators at the venue on match day.
The enthusiasm was high, with many more light boards and banners than usual.
After entering the arena, Wen Ran saw several things his fans were holding on the monitor.
Amidst a crowd of “Wind King’s Return,” “Jiang Nan Press Forward,” and “Husband Nan Xi Stick-Stick!”, that long red banner with white text stood out conspicuously.
[Height is not a problem, mechanics show the distance! Dawn Invincible!]
The commentator unsurprisingly focused on it. “We see Dawn’s fans now, even pulling up a banner. They are determined to win!”
Commentator B: “It reminds me of the 100-day sprint in the third year of high school. There were similar actions; it’s very inspiring.”
Arrow Cloud was the first to laugh out loud. “Dawn, your fans are awesome! Hahahaha!”
Wen Ran: “……”
“I don’t know them,” Wen Ran said with a dark face. “Black fans!”
The match began.
The coach and team had already formulated detailed counter-strategies, so there was no need to be too afraid.
In the first game, the BP (Ban/Pick) was standard.
At this stage, securing points was the most important thing.
The opponent brought out Ren Ling, while Wen Ran took Ying Xuanji.
Jiang Nan’s skills were indeed good, and her mechanics were fierce. At the very least, she was the strongest opponent Wen Ran had encountered in an official match.
Flash-engage, control, coordination with support—it was absolutely seamless.
Before Wen Ran built a small cooldown reduction item, he was basically suppressed by Jiang Nan.
But after hitting level four and building two or three small items, he could more or less go 50-50 with Ren Ling.
Ren Ling’s biggest disadvantage was wave clearing, while Ying Xuanji cleared waves very fast. This resulted in Wen Ran’s rotation speed being slightly faster than hers.
Ren Ling was forced to tangle with Wen Ran. If she could pin Jiang Nan down, the other teammates would have a reduced risk of being ganked.
Four minutes in, Jiang Yan gave the order. The mission for Ying Xuanji this game was to contain. Wen Ran executed it beautifully, and WK won the first game!
In the second game, Jiang Nan took Jian Xin (Sword Heart).
Jian Xin was a long-range poke Mid laner, while Nan Xi used Yan Hen (Goose/Wild Goose Scar), a close-range assassin with two dashes and untargetability, specializing in cutting down carries.
With this coordination of one far and one near, the survival space for the carry was very small.
The second game was very uncomfortable to play, and they eventually lost.
In the following game, Nan Xi really demonstrated his dragon control skills to everyone.
He stole one from Jiang Yan’s hands.
The fans in the livestream room were about to die of excitement!
Not only that, when Wen Ran took a Mid laner with no mobility, Nan Xi was merciless, cutting him down several times.
WK was at a disadvantage. Under these circumstances, Jiang Yan actually dragged the game to the late stage by constantly taking and stealing dragons, until all teammates were fully equipped!
And in a favorable team fight, they won the victory!
WK reached match point.
This game, they gave Jiang Yan a wild core.
The performance of both Jiang Yan and Nan Xi was spectacular. Even the commentators were saying, “This match is truly worth it; the mechanics on both sides are commendable!”
“Dawn, come with me. Let’s camp in the T-bush.”
After Jiang Yan gave the order, Nan Xi indeed came over.
Nan Xi was vigilant, using skills to probe the grass. At that moment, Jiang Yan rushed out directly to root him. Immediately following, Wen Ran flashed in aggressively. Their coordination gave Nan Xi no chance to react.
Once Nan Xi died, the opposing wild core collapsed by more than half. With one vigorous effort, they could take the match!
Final victor: WK!
Following custom, it was the post-match handshake/hug session.
At the moment Nan Xi hugged Wen Ran, he leaned close to his ear and said, “Wen Ran, long time no see. I missed you so much.”
Wen Ran didn’t know how to answer. Nan Xi’s eyes couldn’t lie.
He must have been worried about him, right?
They hugged briefly. After going backstage, Nan Xi called out to him.
“Wen Ran, I haven’t been able to contact you.”
“I…” Wen Ran naturally wouldn’t tell Nan Xi about such embarrassing matters. “I had some issues before and changed my SIM card.”
Since he was considered a friend, Wen Ran said, “Sorry, don’t be mad.”
“How could I be mad at you?” Nan Xi reached out and patted Wen Ran’s head. “I was just worried about you.”
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