Chapter 53
Shen Yanjin sneezed.
He was sitting by the table watching Duan Mingyue unpack takeout. The aroma of food filled the whole room.
Duan Mingyue said, “Caught a cold?”
Shen Yanjin rubbed his nose, saying indifferently, “Probably someone talking bad about me behind my back again.”
Duan Mingyue heard him say this last time and smiled. “So memorable to people.”
Who knew this sneeze really wasn’t because someone remembered him? By evening, Shen Yanjin started feeling a bit unwell, head dizzy, uncomfortable everywhere.
Duan Mingyue originally intended to arrange him in the next room. Seeing this nowâfine, no need to busy aboutâhe called the team doctor over and let Shen Yanjin rest in his room tonight.
Shen Yanjin felt terrible from illness but didn’t forget to struggle: “I’d better go next door, don’t want to infect you.”
“Enough, sleeping with me wrongs you?” Duan Mingyue boiled water and cooled it down, testing it with his lipsâwarmâbefore handing it to Shen Yanjin. “It’s not the flu; not that easy to infect.”
Shen Yanjin struggled for a while but was persuaded by “sharing a bed with Duan Mingyue.” He really felt terrible, hot and cold all over, but with Duan Mingyue accompanying him, he felt it wasn’t so unbearable.
Back in HG, Shen Yanjin had to carry major and minor illnesses by himself. Shen Yanjin saw through that team; it was completely rotten. The reason he stayed was simple: those he liked didn’t want him; those who wanted him, he didn’t like.
The only good thing HG did was fixing him into retirement, giving Shen Yanjin the chance to reunite with Duan Mingyue.
Not long after, the doctor came. He took Shen Yanjin’s temperature, looked at his throat, and said concisely, “Hangover, caught a cold, throat slightly inflamed. Take some anti-inflammatories and sleep, you’ll be fine.”
It was fine if he didn’t mention it, but mentioning the hangover reminded Shen Yanjin of the messy scene when he got up this morning.
Duan Mingyue obviously thought of this too. The two looked at each other, then tactfully looked away.
The doctor left medicine and left, not curious at all why a strange young man was lying in Duan Mingyue’s room.
Shen Yanjin took the medicine, took off his clothes, and lay under the quilt, already a bit sleepy. He looked up and slurred, “Is my luggage still outside?”
Duan Mingyue tucked the quilt for him and kissed him. “Already put in your room.”
Duan Mingyue didn’t like being disturbed. Of the two southernmost rooms, he lived in one, and the other was left empty, which just happened to benefit Shen Yanjin.
Shen Yanjin nodded and closed his eyes. The medicine took effect quickly. Drowsiness invaded gradually. Amidst the chaos, he vaguely felt the quilt behind him lifted, and then a warm embrace hugged him.
The man coaxed softly in his ear: “Sleep.”
So Shen Yanjin fell completely into dreams.
Hazily, he dreamed of matters in the HG Team.
That was Shen Yanjin’s last year in HG. His orientation was discovered by a roommate teammate. That person promised secrecy upfront but spread it widely behind his back. Soon, everyone in the team, including coaches and staff, knew Shen Yanjin was a “pervert” who liked men.
That was absolutely the most painful and torturous two seasons Shen Yanjin experienced since playing professionally.
Before, his unhappiness mostly came from loneliness, outside doubts, and the distress of unable to improve results no matter what. But after his orientation was discovered, the team internally started ostracizing him too. Shen Yanjin was like a piece of plasticine, squeezed between the two high walls of internal trouble and external aggression, hoping only for a little breathing space.
Unfortunately, no one was willing to give him that space.
Although esports had no gender restrictions, players were basically men. Female players might be seen in the secondary league, but in official competitions, counting it up, it seemed only Lu Yuan stood out.
In such an environment, Shen Yanjin, an anomaly liking the same sex, being ostracized was almost inevitable.
When he first realized his teammates might be intentionally match-fixing, Shen Yanjin sat in the arena, hands and feet almost ice cold.
He looked left somewhat blankly. Four teammates wore headphones, looking focused at computer screens, as if everything just now was just a careless mistake.
Such things happening once or twice could be called mistakes, but third, fourth time?
Shen Yanjin gradually became numb.
He didn’t report it not because he didn’t want to, but because there was no evidence.
Others match-fixed for profit, for money. But his good teammates match-fixed purely to make him pack up and get lost.
Truly strange; there are such people in the world who would rather waste their precious professional years just to make life hard for others.
He dreamed he returned to that small room in HG. Late at night, unable to sleep due to severe wrist pain, he could only squat alone on the balcony smoking silently, looking at the multicolored lights of Cloud City, secretly imagining what Duan Mingyue was doing at this moment.
When he woke up the next day, the cold was almost gone.
Shen Yanjin opened his eyes. The room was warm and bright, not glaring.
Immersed in the dream, he was dazed, unable to distinguish reality from dream.
Footsteps came from behind.
Shen Yanjin looked back. Duan Mingyue was placing a porridge bowl on the small coffee table nearby. Seeing him awake, he walked over to touch his forehead. “Fever’s gone. You suddenly had a fever last night and kept talking in your sleep.”
Seeing Shen Yanjin still looking at him dazedly, the smile on his lips deepened. Duan Mingyue bent down and kissed the young man’s somewhat dry lips. “Get up and eat breakfast.”
Shen Yanjin was still a bit muddled. He sat up halfway, hugged the man’s waist, and rubbed his cheek gently against it.
“Acting spoiled as soon as you wake up,” Duan Mingyue touched his head. “Had a nightmare?”
Shen Yanjin said muffledly, “En, had a nightmare.”
Translatorâs note: This bf⌠huhu. So green, A TOTAL GREEN FOREST.Â
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