Part 2
“I witness it! When you win later I’ll go find him with you. Now get on the court first!”
“Is it his first time?”
Wen Rong’s moonlight-like appearance, those eyes like ice… if in bed, he would surely look different. Maybe he would be very passionate, maybe shy, perhaps he would cry, eyes red, throat emitting sounds like a milk kitten…
Too mysterious. Mysterious to the point that no matter how he fantasized, he couldn’t imagine exactly what it would be like.
The only certainty was that Wen Rong was extremely white. Maybe then his whole body would be pink.
Pink and hot to the touch, waves of heat rushing through his body. Zhao Zeyang couldn’t help himself, fantasizing about pressing Wen Rong onto the sofa he just sat on right now.
As Zhao Zeyang thought, his expression froze. A conspicuous arc rose on his quick-dry, thin sports pants.
“I’m going to the restroom.”
The coach facepalmed. “Quickly, don’t delay the start.”
Wen Rong: [Convenient to meet? Have something to discuss with you.]
When Zhou Xie received the message, he was just about to go on court for the kickoff. He quickly replied: [See you after kickoff]
Waiting until the kickoff ended and returning backstage, he saw Wen Rong with a large wet patch on his clothes.
Zhou Xie roughly guessed the reason and lowered his eyes. “Need me to find you some clothes?”
“I want a yellow one. Fluorescent if possible, visible at a glance.”
“So many demands. Why don’t you find it yourself?”
“I am finding you.”
Zhou Xie: “…”
“I also want the seat behind Shi Ye, and a middle seat close to Zhao Zeyang’s court. Both front row.”
Zhou Xie’s brain went buzz. “Now?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know all the seats are full right now?”
“I think you can manage it.”
A familiar feeling rose in Zhou Xie’s heart, and his headache started in advance. “What earth-shattering thing are you going to do now?”
“Seduce Zhao Zeyang.”
Zhou Xie: “…”
Zhou Xie: “Seduce who?”
“Zhao Zeyang.”
Wen Rong continued: “I will definitely succeed. Because Zhao Zeyang wanted to do obscene things to me back at school. I just told him, if he wins, I sleep with him.”
“He just went to the toilet. I dare say he is already moved. During the match, as long as I appear in his line of sight, he will be disturbed.”
Zhou Xie was surprised by Wen Rong’s “plan.” In his cognition, Wen Rong should be the kind of person who “loses uprightly even if strength is insufficient.”
Match interference… how to put it… was completely unlike his style of doing things.
But his head hurt. Recalling his past of frequently being outmaneuvered by Wen Rong, he felt this was exactly something Wen Rong would do. Being Wen Rong’s enemy meant getting hit by a stick when least expected.
“How are you sure he will see you?”
“He just said he likes yellow. Fluorescent yellow is eye-catching. Plus, if I sit behind Shi Ye, I will definitely appear in his line of sight. The moment he sees me changed into the color he likes, he will inevitably let his imagination run wild.”
Pausing, he added, “If that really doesn’t work, I’ll smile at him. I’ve learned micro-expression management; I know which expression is a sexual suggestion.”
“You can do that?” Zhou Xie doubted.
“You practiced in the mirror just now. Felt pretty good, but you can give me some feedback.”
Immediately, Wen Rong’s eyelids lifted, and the corners of his mouth hooked up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A very normal smile. After tilting his head, the shallow eyes gathered light, clear and translucent as if wrapped in a pool of water, then gradually became hazy as waves rippled.
In the drastically contrasting depths of his eyes, the subtext “Come here” was revealed.
Thump, thump.
Zhou Xie froze for two seconds.
Wen Rong didn’t notice. “How was it?”
“…”
Wen Rong continued sharing the perfect plan. “I guarantee after smiling like this, his mental state will definitely be unstable for a while. Just as he stabilizes, you come pull me to sit in the position near his half of the court. That position must allow Zhao Zeyang’s peripheral vision to sweep over it. The two of us sitting together, his attention will always be split a little to us.”
“How about it?”
“…”
“Why aren’t you talking?”
Zhou Xie knew Wen Rong would definitely succeed.
Distraction was the biggest taboo on the court. Wen Rong’s plan put in enough effort, grasping that bit of Zhao Zeyang’s desire, hinting and seducing, manipulating him completely.
It was just…
“Do you think you can disturb Zhao Zeyang without disturbing Shi Ye?”
In Zhou Xie’s view, Zhao Zeyang and Shi Ye were six of one, half a dozen of the other. Finding Zhao Zeyang and Wen Rong making eyes at each other across the tennis court, Shi Ye could go crazy on the spot.
“How can I disturb him sitting behind him?”
“Aren’t you switching to near Zhao Zeyang mid-game?”
“Then what Shi Ye sees is me sitting with you. He won’t overthink it.”
“…What if he just happens to overthink it?”
“Then Shi Ye not only doesn’t understand me, but also doesn’t deserve to win.”
“…”
“Want to cooperate?”
Zhou Xie: “If I don’t cooperate, what will you do?”
“I will make you lose Shi Ye and Senior Leon.”
Zhou Xie paused. “Are you threatening me?”
“Aren’t you teasing me too?”
“…”
Zhou Xie’s cheeks moved. Turning his head, he finally couldn’t hold back and laughed out loud.
He hadn’t realized he was teasing Wen Rong.
Wen Rong discovered it even earlier than he did.
And Wen Rong even started joking.
“Don’t space out. Time is tight.”
Zhou Xie chuckled. “Then you should have told me your plan earlier.”
“I just thought of it. Only told you.”
Pausing, he added, “Hope you keep it a secret from Shi Ye. He probably can’t accept this kind of victory.”
“…”
“Hurry up!”
Zhou Xie collected himself, suppressing the corners of his mouth. “Although I don’t think Shi Ye will lose, your plan suits my taste very well.”
“Give me ten minutes. I’ll arrange it.”
…
Bang!
Colorful ribbons bloomed in the sky.
The scene boiled over. Cheers and screams almost covered the host’s announcement:
“Congratulations Shi Ye for defending the championship!”
“Congratulations Shi Ye for defending the Tennis Open Championship!”
“Congratulations Shi Ye!”
Wen Rong, having perfectly executed the plan, could barely move an inch in the spectator stands. Relying on Zhou Xie to clear the way, he barely managed to walk to the post-match interview position.
Wen Rong apologized to his partner. Logically, he should have stood with his partner the whole time.
The partner waved amiably. “Sitting anywhere is the same. Fix your collar; interview soon.”
Only then did Wen Rong realize the collar of his yellow shirt had been squeezed up. He quickly straightened it, waiting for Shi Ye to finish receiving the trophy, then followed his partner to stand before the interview camera.
Shi Ye was soaked through after the match. The quick-dry white sports outfit retained traces of being drenched in sweat.
Holding the half-person-high trophy in his left hand, his right hand was bandaged. Only Wen Rong could see a circle of faint blue light outside the bandage.
That was the thing Lin Jinghang used points to trap his arm with.
And on his left knee, there was also an extra circle of blue.
Winning the championship this time was even harder than the last, so the smile on Shi Ye’s face was more joyous than ever. It was the first time Wen Rong saw him so happy.
In this moment, there was an impulse to hug him.
However, Wen Rong restrained it because this was in front of the camera, watched by many people.
Going to the bar last time made him realize he needed to maintain his public image. Although hugging was normal for friends, just in case, it was best not to let the public misunderstand that he had some improper relationship with Shi Ye.
So besides the questions on the script, Wen Rong didn’t improvise other content, standing quietly beside his partner.
The partner improvised a question: “After winning the championship this time, how do you want to celebrate?”
Wen Rong was also curious, tilting his head to listen, unexpectedly meeting Shi Ye’s eyes.
In the heated gaze, Wen Rong was actually panicked, afraid Shi Ye would say something like “Do whatever with Wen Rong.”
“Go home and have a meal with my dad.”
Wen Rong breathed a sigh of relief. Good thing it had nothing to do with him.
But upon reflection, he froze immediately.
Eat with his dad?!
The partner hadn’t sensed anything wrong in Shi Ye’s sentence. “Such a happy day, indeed you should reunite well with your family. Then I wish you a pleasant dinner.”
Wen Rong also followed with a “pleasant meal,” and walked out of the camera frame according to the procedure.
The work ended here. The company didn’t arrange anything else for him. However, out of respect for the 500,000, Wen Rong decided to see the HR lady and the boss to personally say thank you.
The moment he walked backstage, his feet suddenly left the ground.
?
A familiar force appeared on his waist. Wen Rong tilted his head back, feeling the back of his head get wet.
It was the sweat on Shi Ye’s chest.
“I remember trying on white that day. Why did you change clothes?”
Wen Rong knocked on Shi Ye’s arm. “Put me down.”
Shi Ye released his left hand. “Sorry, I was a bit excited, couldn’t hold back.”
“Congratulations on winning!”
“Don’t want congratulations, I want a gift—” Shi Ye reached out his hand. “The one owed yesterday and the championship gift, two in total.”
“Wait until I get paid to buy it for you.”
“Don’t want bought gifts.”
“Huh? You want handmade?”
“I…” Shi Ye stopped speaking, looking away. “Is a hug okay? Two gifts in exchange for a hug.”
“Sure.”
Wen Rong raised his hands preparing to hug Shi Ye, but Shi Ye hurriedly pushed him away.
“I’m filthy right now. Hug another time.”
“…”
Wen Rong was speechless. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zhao Zeyang and his coach enter dejectedly.
Zhao Zeyang had been drained of more stamina by Shi Ye. His skin was dark red, visibly palpitating, supported by the coach as he walked.
The moment Wen Rong met Zhao Zeyang’s eyes, Shi Ye also discovered him.
“Go.” Shi Ye’s face changed drastically, reaching out to pull Wen Rong.
Zhao Zeyang exploded instantly. Having received hints the entire match, he seemingly regarded Wen Rong as his possession. He wanted to stop Shi Ye but his stamina couldn’t support it, so he could only shout: “Why are you pulling him!”
Shi Ye: “None of your damn business.”
Zhao Zeyang shook all over. Not knowing where the strength came from, he limped in large strides to catch up and pull Wen Rong. “Why are you going with him?”
Shi Ye shoved Zhao Zeyang’s shoulder. “Get lost.”
Zhao Zeyang refused to let go, pulling Wen Rong backwards. Shi Ye quickly supported him, furious. “Zhao Zeyang, you’re looking for death—”
Wen Rong patted Shi Ye’s arm signaling him to calm down. He lowered his head to look at his grabbed hand. “Zhao Zeyang, why are you pulling me?”
Zhao Zeyang flew into a rage: “Why are you going with him? Are you going to sleep with him?!”
“Sleep with who?! You—”
Wen Rong patted Shi Ye’s arm again to signal him to be quiet, looking at Zhao Zeyang calmly. “What do you think?”
This rhetorical question was as if he admitted it.
Zhao Zeyang went mad with anger. Those yearnings for Wen Rong drained away as Wen Rong stood with Shi Ye. His look toward Wen Rong gradually became vicious. “Slut!”
“Fuck!”
Bang!
Shi Ye threw a punch that knocked Zhao Zeyang to the ground!
He punched walls every day without complaining of pain; this punch used full force. The sound of bone collision was loud. Zhao Zeyang lay on the ground unable to get up. The coach was stunned, daring not move.
“This slut clearly…”
Zhao Zeyang struggled to get up. Suddenly, a brand-new, slender leather shoe stepped on his fingers bracing the ground.
He froze. Belatedly realizing only Wen Rong was wearing leather shoes present.
Wen Rong actually stepped on his hand!
“I am very curious—”
Zhao Zeyang looked up subconsciously.
The lights in the corridor wrapped Wen Rong in a gray mass. His handsome, delicate features turned from calm to cold.
Severe pain came from his fingertips, accompanied by a voice from high above.
“Why do you and Lin Jinghang both want to sleep with me?”
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