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

Chi Feifan's lips are very beautiful, thin and soft.

Unlike the pale lips, the tip of the tongue, seen only briefly, was warm and bright red.

When he looked up at him like that, his eyes were clear, completely unlike his usual guarded and wary demeanor. He even seemed a little bewildered, as if wondering why Qin Yi would reach out his hand so directly.

Qin Yi felt the warmth of the breath exhaled by the person in front of him through his palm.

For the first time, he, who was usually shameless, looked away first during his eye contact with Chi Feifan and silently withdrew his finger.

Countless yellow wastes surged through his mind.

In those few seconds, he was thinking about what would happen if he grabbed Chi Feifan's chin and stuffed something else into his mouth.

Will those beautiful eyes ever cry?

Will I be unable to stop myself from gagging and tears well up, streaming down my red eyes and cheeks...?

Fortunately, Chi Feifan had no way of knowing what he was thinking, otherwise it wouldn't have been as simple as bowing his head awkwardly; he probably would have had to escape from the Hawk base overnight.

Qin Yi strode out of the lounge and went to the adjacent restroom to wash his face with cold water with one hand.

Before entering the conference room, he glanced at the bracelet on his wrist, and after seeing the number on it, he gave a self-deprecating laugh.

My heart rate isn't this high even when I'm playing in a competition.

I'm really afraid that one day I won't be able to control myself.

*

The next morning around 10 a.m., Auntie knocked on Chi Feifan's door as usual.

But this time, the door opened after she knocked only twice, as if the other person had been waiting for her.

The aunt handed breakfast to Chi Feifan and then took out a lollipop from her pocket: "This was also given to you by your captain. He said if you don't like candy, you can throw it away and he'll give you something else next time."

Chi Feifan had just finished washing up, and his hands were still a little wet.

When the aunt saw that he didn't take it immediately, she assumed he didn't want it, so she pointed to the public trash can not far away: "Or I can throw it away for you."

As soon as she finished speaking, the aunt saw the boy, who usually seemed unapproachable, wipe his hands on his clothes and take the lollipop from her hand: "No need, thank you."

After closing the door, Chi Feifan held the lollipop in his hand.

The lollipop has an orange wrapper and is orange-flavored.

He really doesn't like sweets, but for some reason he doesn't want to throw them away.

So Chi Feifan squatted down and opened the drawer, which was full of odds and ends—

Two lighters, a bottle of inhibitor that I opened a long time ago, and a plush toy I won at the claw machine last time.

Chi Feifan said he threw it away, but he actually threw it into the drawer.

Chi Feifan rummaged through the box and found a small box. He put the box in his hand together with the candy he had been holding.

After watching silently for a while, he slammed the drawer shut, grabbed a handful of his messy hair, and plopped down in the chair.

It's a bit annoying.

He used to not do these meaningless things.

Chi Feifan hastily ate a couple of bites of breakfast when his phone suddenly rang. It was Cheng Yuan calling, who immediately asked enthusiastically, "Hey buddy, wanna go see the plum blossoms at Wanlin Temple this weekend?"

Chi Feifan had just woken up and his throat was so dry he almost choked. He mumbled a reply, "No, I'm not in the mood."

Cheng Yuan paused for a moment: "What are you doing? Eating breakfast? You actually eat breakfast?"

Chi Feifan's tone hardened: "I'm willing, is that a problem?"

"I didn't say no, it was just a bit of a surprise." Cheng Yuan steered the conversation back to the original topic, "You really not going this weekend? The wintersweet in January and the ginkgo trees in November at Wanlin Temple are absolutely stunning. I heard that wishes made there are quite effective. Shall we go check it out together?"

Chi Feifan wasn't interested in sightseeing: "Go by yourself if you want. I've already been."

"Huh? When?"

Chi Feifan's gaze fell on the photo on the bedside table.

"When I was very young."

"That was so many years ago, things have changed a lot over there... Never mind, if you really don't want to go, we can go somewhere else this weekend."

Chi Feifan, biting on his milk straw, said, "Hmm...we'll see."

After hanging up Cheng Yuan's call, Chi Feifan casually opened Qin Yi's WeChat.

He wanted to ask Qin Yi how the scratch on his hand was.

When I looked at it last night, it didn't seem very deep. It looked more like a stapler scratch when disassembling something than a knife blade.

But Chi Feifan didn't think about it carefully; after editing the text, he hesitated for a while.

Hawk and his team should be training right now, let's ask them later.

So Chi Feifan left the chat window with the edited text still on.

At noon, Chi Feifan discovered that the barrier spray in the dormitory was almost used up. Since he wanted to go to the supermarket anyway, he just threw on a jacket and went downstairs.

When I passed by the training room of Team One, it was lunchtime. Several members of Team One were sitting in front of the monitors, eating takeout and chatting.

Wang Kang has a loud voice; you can hear him from a great distance.

"Manager, Wanlin Temple has been really popular lately. What do you think about us going there as a group to pray for blessings? I've seen several posts online saying that wishes made there are guaranteed to come true."

In order to strengthen team cohesion, Chen Yangyang has been following Hawk's schedule of getting up early and going to bed late these past few days. However, he is getting on in years, after all, he is over thirty years old and can't keep up with the younger generation. Right now, he has two bags under his eyes and is picking at his lunchbox.

Chen Yangyang: "What are we going there for?"

Wang Kang said, "Let's wish we could win the championship in this final!"

Chen Yangyang rolled her eyes upon hearing this: "Other teams win championships either through skill or strategy, while our team wins through superstition or by praying to Buddha?"

Xiao Yu, who was watching the commotion from the sidelines, chuckled and said, "I don't think it's a bad idea."

Chen Yangyang shot Yu Xingchen a sharp look, and Yu Xingchen shut up.

Wang Kang patted his belly, satisfied with his meal, and turned to Qin Yi, who was scrolling through his phone while eating: "Captain, have you been to Wanlin Temple before? There's a tree there that's supposedly over a hundred years old, and you have to queue to take pictures under it. Did you take any pictures back then?"

Chi Feifan paused as he walked downstairs.

Qin Yi took a sip of soup: "I was too young to remember."

"It's a pity, I never left our small county town when I was a child. I heard that the courtyard is locked now, otherwise I would like to go and take pictures."

Qin Yi swiped his phone screen and opened the photo he had just sent to Fox.

The photo was taken in his dorm last night; his team uniform sleeves were rolled up, revealing his hand with a band-aid on it.

Team Wonder is also preparing for the finals, and Fox only has time to talk to him during the lunch break.

Fox first asked a question mark.

Fox: How disgusting! Do you think I'm your dream guy? Why are you sending me this?

Qin Yi cut off his index finger separately and resent it.

Fox then noticed the band-aid on his hand.

Although he didn't know what Qin Yi wanted to say, he already had a vague sense of foreboding.

Fox: It's just a regular band-aid, what's wrong with it?

Y: Someone I like helped me put it on (smile)

Fox: ...

Fox: Get lost!

At first, he thought Qin Yi was just being cheeky and saying that on purpose, but after putting down his phone, he thought about Qin Yi's recent unusual actions, such as changing his profile picture and posting on Weibo, and he gradually realized what was going on and picked up his phone again.

Fox: Wait, you really have someone you like?

Two minutes passed without a reply, which piqued Fox's curiosity before he casually tossed out a question: "Don't you have one?"

Fox, who has been single for over twenty years and still hasn't met his ideal type, snapped a photo and gripped his phone tightly.

Driven by curiosity, Fox chose to endure.

Fox: What's your name? Do I know you?

This is huge news! If word gets out, it'll probably cause an uproar in half of the esports community.

Y: He is very good-looking.

Fox: I didn't ask that.

Y: It looks a bit fierce, but it's actually very cute.

Fox: I'll say it again, I didn't ask.

Y: We're 100% compatible. My pheromones say we're a match made in heaven.

Fox went berserk: Fuck you, I didn't ask!!!