Pretend to hate you [eSports]

Cheng Yu held the beef rice in both hands. He didn't even have time to take a sip of it. When he heard Shen Zheng's words, his mind froze and he became dumbfounded.
Shen Zheng turned on the light, and the room was bright. He looked Cheng Yu up and down, with a smile on his lips: "Are you cold?"

Cheng Yu lowered his head and realized that he was only wearing underwear.
He had come out of the shower wrapped in a towel, but now the towel was tangled with the quilt and he had forgotten about it.

"What the hell!" Cheng Yu was in a panic, holding the beef rice in his hands, but he couldn't cover it anywhere.
Shen Zheng turned off the lights again.

Shen Zheng took off his coat and gave it to Cheng Yu, "We are all men, why are you shy?"
He held Cheng Yu's collar tightly, and when his palms fell, they touched his abdominal muscles: "You have a good figure, have you trained?"

Cheng Yu shuddered and his breathing almost stopped.
"No." He stepped back, his back pressed against the door, feeling weak for no apparent reason. "What do I need to practice? I'm strong and healthy. It's natural."

"Very good." Shen Zheng approached, his nose close to him and said, "It still has a sweet orange flavor. Bring me a bottle next time. I like your smell."
"You, you..." Cheng Yu was forced to raise his neck, not knowing where to look. He was still holding the beef rice, "Do you still want to eat?"
"Eat." Shen Zheng took the beef rice from his hand and put it aside.

Just as Cheng Yu relaxed and took a breath, Shen Zheng came closer again.
He held his breath again.

"Tell me the truth." Shen Zheng placed his hand on his waist, very gently, "Do you really feel sorry for Yu Hao?"

"What do you mean by feeling sorry for me? I just..."

Meeting Shen Zheng's extremely serious eyes, Cheng Yu suddenly realized something.

The curtains in the room were drawn, leaving only a finger-wide gap, and the moonlight drew a straight line on the wall.
The two of them were immersed in the dim night, and the surroundings were so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing.

Even in the dark, Shen Zheng's eyes were still bright.

"What is it?" Shen Zheng rubbed Cheng Yu's chin with his other hand. He lowered his eyes and frowned slightly. "I told you, I'm very happy that you came."
"Very happy." He added, rubbing Cheng Yu's lower lip with his thumb.

"Shen Zheng." Cheng Yu tightly grasped his wrist, "Play a solo game with me."
Shen Zheng suddenly came back to his senses. He had lost control tonight and seemed to have gone a little too far.

"Don't be angry...what?" Shen Zheng asked uncertainly, "What did you just say, solo?"
"Yes." Cheng Yu's throat tightened, his eyes determined, "Right now, let's go downstairs and play a solo game."
As long as he wins, Shen Zheng will not be able to leave this room tonight.

"Why do you suddenly want to go solo?" Shen Zheng didn't understand, "Did I scare you?"
"No," Cheng Yu shook his head, "I've wanted to beat you for a long time."

Shen Zheng was still a little confused. Was it because the atmosphere was wrong, or was it because his posture was wrong, or did he buy the wrong beef rice?
Solo? League? Game? Just want to play games at this time?
He began to doubt his previous judgment. Cheng Yu might be... different from him.

"Let's eat first." Shen Zheng took Cheng Yu's hand off his waist, turned on the light and said, "Let's go solo after we eat. I'll stay with you as long as you want."
"I don't want to eat anymore." Cheng Yu turned around and opened the door, but failed.
"I locked it." Shen Zheng sighed and smiled helplessly, "If you want to go solo, put on some clothes. Be obedient and eat first."

"No." Cheng Yu took off his coat and stuffed it into Shen Zheng's hand. He went to the bedside to find his pajamas, put them on in two or three steps, and then turned back to open the door.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Shen Zheng grabbed his wrist, "You and I are not leaving tomorrow."
"It's urgent, too urgent." Cheng Yu held Shen Zheng's hand and pulled him out. "Don't let go later. If you do, I'll kill you."
Although he didn't understand, Shen Zheng still let him pull him and promised him: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

The two went downstairs and returned to the training room.

Ling Le was about to turn off the computer when he saw them coming back. He asked in confusion, "Didn't they go to sleep? Are they doing surprise training?"
"No." Cheng Yu walked in and went straight to Ling Le's seat, "Lend me your computer."

Cheng Yu and Shen Zheng's computers were next to each other, and their positions were not suitable for playing a SOLO match.
Noticing that the atmosphere was not right, Ling Le stood up and made way for him. He looked at Shen Zheng and then at Cheng Yu: "What's going on?"

Neither of them spoke. They sat down in silence, logged into the game, opened the custom mode, and each chose a hero.

When Ling Le saw this scene, he was no longer sleepy.
This is the rhythm of a solo!

Cheng Yu vs. Shen Zheng, a match you can’t watch even if you pay.

Without saying a word, Ling Le moved a small stool and sat between the two of them, glancing at Shen Zheng's screen, then at Cheng Yu, not wanting to miss even a second of the shot.
Ling Le watched the previous two world solo competitions. The simple conclusion is that no one can beat Shen Zheng.
This is not targeting anyone, everyone participating in the competition is a younger brother.

Ling Le watched the two people compete and forgot to breathe. He was more nervous watching the team's entertainment solo than the world game.
Both sides fought to the extreme, and Ling Le couldn't bear to even blink.

In the end, Shen Zheng won. He had only 20 drops of health left, and Cheng Yu launched a normal attack on him.

"Fuck!" Ling Le took a deep breath and his soul returned to its place. He looked at Cheng Yu's back and suddenly realized that after playing so many long games, he still underestimated Cheng Yu.
What kind of monster is this? Shen Zheng almost killed him alone.

Cheng Yu looked at the countdown for his resurrection on the black and white screen, his brain stiffer than if it were filled with cement.
His eyes drooped and he saw that his hand holding the mouse was shaking.

The second before he lost the game, he thought he had won, his heart beat faster in his chest, and his adrenaline surged.
But now, he was like a defeated general who failed at the last moment, unwilling and in disbelief.
Just a little bit.

"Let's play another round." He said in a hoarse voice, "I can definitely beat you." Shen Zheng said nothing and started the second round.

In the second game, Cheng Yu lost even faster. Ling Le, who was watching from the back row, could tell that Cheng Yu was getting anxious.

"Slow down, Cheng Yu, the boss is very calm." Ling Le patted his shoulder, "You must stay calm and put aside the thought of winning against him."

"No more playing." Shen Zheng dropped the mouse and stood up. "Your mentality is wrong. You can't play at your true level. Let's go back and eat first."
"No." Cheng Yu frowned, stood up, and said with a gloomy expression, "Eat it yourself."

"Are you angry?" Shen Zheng caught up with Cheng Yu and grabbed his wrist. "You type very well. The keyboard and mouse are not what you usually use. It will have an impact."
Cheng Yu stopped and took a deep breath. He pulled his hand away, shook off Shen Zheng and asked, "Change the peripherals and fight with me again."

Even Ling Le could tell that the atmosphere was not right. This was not an entertainment solo match.
"We still have a match with A Wei tomorrow," Ling Le whispered, "How about going to bed early?"

"Do you want to fight?" Cheng Yu asked Shen Zheng again.
"No." Shen Zheng replied firmly, "You can't play well even if you change the peripherals. I will practice with you after the game tomorrow."
"I don't plan to do that." Cheng Yu pushed Shen Zheng away and went upstairs angrily.

Cheng Yu returned to the dormitory and locked himself in the room. The more he thought about the game just now, the more unwilling he felt. He was only 20 drops of blood away and a few tenths of a second away.
I don’t know how long it will take me to practice to make up for this gap of a few tenths of a second.

Cheng Yu took the beef rice, opened it, took a bite, and cursed Shen Zheng as a bastard.
I don't even accompany him in solo matches, what a rubbish.

His decision to search for Shen Zheng to perform solo was not a spur of the moment. In Shen Zheng's first professional match, he won the MVP award beautifully and in a high-profile manner. Because of his extremely high looks and popularity, the host asked him about his criteria for choosing a partner.
Shen Zheng said: "You can beat me in the solo competition."
Everyone thought it was a big rejection.

Only Cheng Yu took it seriously.
Originally, Cheng Yu wanted to beat him in this year's World Solo Championship, but when Shen Zheng put his hand on his waist just now, he couldn't bear it.

He wants it now.
immediately.
Put him on the bed.

"Annoying." Cheng Yu chewed his rice fiercely.

"dong dong dong"
Cheng Yu said nothing. Even if the king of heaven came today, he would not open the door.

"dong dong dong"

"jingle."

Cheng Yu’s WeChat rang.
He touched it and saw that it was Shen Zheng.
Shen Zheng: "You, you ate all my food?"

Cheng Yu: "..." Day.

The door opened, Shen Zheng came in, turned around and locked it.
A set of movements flows smoothly.

"What?" Cheng Yugang took out another box of beef rice, "Go away, don't you have your own room?"
"Not tonight." Shen Zheng didn't take the food and threw himself directly onto Cheng Yu's bed. "Can I stay here for one night?"
"No." Cheng Yu ignored him, put the food aside, and continued eating, "Wait until I beat you."
"Why?" Supporting his head with his arms, Shen Zheng really couldn't figure out what Cheng Yu was thinking.
"No reason. You'll know when I beat you." Cheng Yu thought to himself, I'll make it so that you can't get out of bed.

Shen Zheng didn't ask any further questions. He took out the pajamas that Cheng's mother bought for him, took a shower, changed into them, and went straight into bed.
Cheng Yu came back from brushing his teeth and saw someone in his bed, and was at a loss what to do.

This is not the swan flying in the mouth...
Flowers buried in...
Meat buns...

Fuck, forget it.

"Behave yourself when you sleep tonight." Cheng Yu lifted the quilt and lay down on the bed. "If you dare to kick me, I'll break your legs."
Shen Zheng turned off the lights.

The room fell back into darkness, and Cheng Yu tried to get as close to the bed as possible to keep some distance from Shen Zheng.
Otherwise, he was afraid that he would not be able to control himself and might do something to Shen Zheng.

Pinching the corner of the pillow, Cheng Yu laughed in his heart. Shen Zheng was just a little white rabbit and had no idea of ​​his situation.
After defeating him, he realized how great it was for him to have restrained himself tonight.

"Cheng Yu." The warm palm rested on Cheng Yu's abdominal muscles, "Come here, be careful not to fall. Don't worry, I sleep very well."

While Cheng Yu held Shen Zheng's hand, Shen Zheng exerted a little force and easily brought him from the edge of the bed to the middle of the bed.
He even felt that at that moment, his entire body seemed to be picked up by Shen Zheng's hand.

(End of this chapter)