[Esports] Pheromones say we're a match made in heaven.

In the private meeting room of Team One on the third floor of Hawk, several people were eating and chatting away.

As soon as Qin Yi went upstairs, before he could even sit down, Chen Yangyang barged in as if facing a formidable enemy: "Are you in a relationship?"

Qin Yi, chewing on a lollipop stick, scoffed irritably, "Who farted?"

Everyone pointed at the young man who had just come downstairs to pick up his takeout. The young man was shocked. They had agreed to play dumb together, but they had sold him out in less than a second.

Qin Yi sat down, took a couple of sips of soup, and then lightly retorted, "You've gotten quite bold, starting to spread rumors about me now?"

The young man's name is Yu Xingchen. He is the youngest member of the team and was just promoted to the starting lineup from the second team this year. Because of his baby face, he has a very high percentage of female fans.

His mental resilience needs improvement. He almost knocked over his fans when he got off the bus during his first competition. Even when Coach Qi Song held a criticism meeting, he didn't dare to scold him too harshly, for fear of hurting the little guy.

Unlike the other members of the team, who had become seasoned veterans and would only say that Qi Song hadn't eaten even if he slapped them, they were different.

Yu Xingchen cried, "I'm innocent, Captain! I only said that the person looking for you downstairs looks like a celebrity, but seemed to have ill intentions. The rest of my 800-word essay was all made up by Kang Shifu. If you don't believe me, ask Brother Xuan and the manager!"

Jiang Xuan is the other assault player on the team besides Wang Kang. He has more seniority in Hawk than Qin Yi. At 26, he is already considered an old man in the industry.

Caught off guard, the usually easygoing and laid-back Old Jiang pushed up his glasses and solemnly told Wang Kang, "Yes, it was Wang Kang who said you've recently fallen in love and are suspected of wanting to start something and then abandon it, so someone chased you to the base to prepare for an offline one-on-one kill."

Wang Kang kicked off with both legs, sliding the chair eight zhang away: "You added that line about starting something and then abandoning it yourself, don't try to pin it on me!"

A bunch of people were arguing and bickering, and in the end, everyone contributed to the spread of the rumor.

Chen Yangyang rubbed her temples and asked, "What's your relationship with him? Why did he come to the base? I need to have a serious talk with security about how they let people in like this."

Qin Yi rocked back and forth in his chair: "It's nothing, just a friend I met recently asked me to help out with a small favor."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yangyang breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest: "That scared me to death! I almost believed their nonsense."

Qin Yi shrugged: "So what if it's true? Does our team have a rule against dating while on duty?"

"There's no rule against it, but you're not allowed to!"

Chen Yangyang is very shrewd. In his words, he is a Beta, and his nose cannot smell pheromones. He was born to smell money.

He counted on his fingers, explaining things clearly.

"If you start dating, what will happen to your hungry little O fans? How will you sell all that team merchandise?"

"Look at Wang Kang! Wang Kang's merchandise was already piling up like a mountain, but we managed to avoid it going to be a disaster by bundling it with you. What if your fans who buy it out of love don't buy it?"

"How is Wang Kang supposed to survive? How is he supposed to handle business? Does he even want his commission anymore?"

Wang Kang, not expecting to have a role to play, dramatically clung to Qin Yi's leg, sobbing and crying, "Captain, I was wrong! I'll never imagine things again! Please don't give up on me! What will you do if you're lonely without me at your new home?!"

Qin Yi dodged aside to prevent Wang Kangzhen from wiping his tears and snot on his clothes: "Get lost."

*

Nighttime, at the Chi family home.

After taking a shower, Chi Feifan quickly dried his hair and picked up his phone from the bed to take a look.

I sent my mother a message yesterday, but she hasn't replied yet.

Chi Feifan lowered his hands, water droplets dripping from his never-dry hair.

Since their mother passed away, they have kept in touch, but have never met again.

Not long ago, his mother told him that she was going to work in Europe and would be quite busy. She didn't know when she would be able to return to China, so she sent him a sum of money.

It's normal to not have time to check your phone when you're abroad due to time differences and busy work schedules.

Chi Feifan convinced himself and went to the bedside to plug in his phone to charge.

He glanced at the photo frame next to his phone for a few seconds, then noticed that the housekeeper hadn't noticed it while cleaning, leaving some dust on it. He wiped it with a tissue.

The woman in the framed photo is holding three-year-old Chi Feifan, standing under a golden ginkgo tree, smiling brightly. A hand is draped over her shoulder, but the owner of the hand has been cut off by Chi Feifan with scissors and thrown into the trash can.

Before taking a shower, Chi Feifan emptied everything from his pockets and threw it on the bed.

He felt a urge to smoke, and in his casual grabbing motion, he ended up picking up a small, transparent tube mixed in with the cigarette pack and lighter.

Chi Feifan stood there, stunned. After two seconds, he turned the small tube over and looked at the white label on the bottom. The words on it were very small, but he could still make them out faintly—

Pheromones are categorized as Alpha, Hyacinth, and S-grade.

After taking a shower, Chi Feifan didn't put the barrier patch on the back of his neck anymore. Now exposed to the air, the delicate and fragile glands, which he couldn't even pinpoint the exact location of, were causing a dull ache along with the surrounding skin, as if a million ants were biting him.

Chi Feifan stared at the small tube of transparent liquid for a while with a sullen face.

Is it really that effective...?

He stubbornly pulled off the cap, brought it close to his nose, and sniffed it.

A few seconds later, Chi Feifan's ears felt a little hot. He jumped up from the bed and put the lid back on.

Damn, it actually works pretty well.

The scent wafted out like a hook, drawing him in tightly. Suddenly, his glands became responsive, and the burning, itchy sensation gradually lessened, proving even more effective than a strong painkiller.

It's addictive; it makes him feel like he's drunk, his head spinning.

Suddenly, a live stream popped up on my phone from Cheng Yuan.

Chi Feifan put the small tube away and left a question mark.

Brother Yuan: Your Alpha has started streaming.

Cheng Yuan shared the name of the live stream host: Hawk-Live.

: What do you mean by calling me an Alpha? Watch your mouth.

Brother Yuan: You two are 100% compatible. Is there a problem with me saying that?

.:ill.

Brother Yuan: Okay, okay, I've sent you his live stream. You can learn more about the Survivor game when you have time. I was just worried that you two would feel awkward and not know what to say when you meet. This is to give you some topics to talk about.

: I don't care if you say it or not, I don't care if you don't read it.

After saying that, Chi Feifan turned off his phone and the light, and got into a sleeping position on the bed.

A minute passed.

Chi Feifan frowned and turned over.

Two minutes passed.

Chi Feifan closed his eyes and forced himself to shut down the computer.

Three minutes passed...

Chi Feifan sat up irritably, grabbing his charging phone with an unhappy expression.

Okay, come on, since he can't sleep no matter what he does, he's going to see how this game is played.

Just out of curiosity.