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

Chi Feifan never wanted to see Qin Yi hanging that green-haired turtle again.

As Chi Feifan carried the bag upstairs, he was thinking that he had specially gone back to buy the pendant after seeing Cheng Yuan off. If Qin Yi didn't hang this one and instead hung that broken turtle, he would twist Qin Yi's head off.

Hawk's men had just returned when Wang Kang posted on his WeChat Moments that he was exhausted and everyone was just lying around in their rooms like corpses.

Just as Chi Feifan was about to knock on Qin Yi's door, he suddenly heard someone talking inside.

Hawk's soundproofing is really bad. Even with the door closed, you can hear what people are saying inside if you stand a little close to the door.

Qi Song: "What did the experts say this afternoon?"

Qin Yi: "What else can I say? It's been diagnosed. It's tenosynovitis, but it's not serious. It's probably from using my hands too much during the preparation for the finals."

Qi Song fell silent.

Qin Yi chuckled: "Why the long face? It's not like I'm retiring. It would be abnormal if I didn't develop some occupational hazard after playing professionally for so many years. If those trolls on the forum knew, believe me, the next day their forums would be full of posts criticizing my attitude, and they'd also spread rumors that I don't train regularly."

"Be serious. Don't underestimate this just because it's not serious now," Qi Song scolded. "I'll talk to Chen Yangyang later and have him talk to the live streaming platform about shortening your live streaming time. Also, reduce your training time by three hours. Take advantage of the fact that there are no competitions recently to rest and recuperate."

Qin Yi doesn't usually like to make exceptions, but his hand injury is no joke: "Thank you for your mercy."

Qi Song: "Stop being silly. So, are you... in pain right now?"

Qin Yi bent his fingers and straightened them, moving his wrists: "It's alright, it's mild. Just be careful with your hands. You should go and check on Chen Yangyang first; he's been so busy these past few days he's almost passed out."

Chi Feifan gripped the bag in his hand tightly, turned around and went back to his room.

With a "whoosh" sound.

Chi Feifan opened the wardrobe.

There was a shirt hanging inside that was clearly larger than his clothes.

This was left on his desk by Qin Yi before he left. He could have easily sent a message on WeChat, but Qin Yi insisted on leaving a note instead. The handwriting on it was just as slovenly as he was.

"I'd rather see you in casual clothes than in team uniforms; this is my favorite shirt."

Upon seeing the note, Chi Feifan crumpled it up and threw it into the trash can, then forcefully tossed the shirt into the closet.

But throwing it in like that would wrinkle it. A few minutes later, Chi Feifan opened the wardrobe again, very annoyed, hung it up with a hanger, and slammed the wardrobe door shut with a "bang".

At this moment, Chi Feifan stood in front of the wardrobe for a while, his mind in turmoil.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

Let him wear it. They're all men anyway, it's not like we're making him wear a skirt.

*

Qin Yi had just finished showering and picked up her phone from the table, ready to harass her boyfriend as usual.

Qin Yi hasn't received a reply from Chi Feifan about the clothes he mentioned last time, but he's not in a hurry because he has something else to consider.

He thinks about one question almost every day now.

What excuse should I use to sneak into Chi Feifan's room, or how can I seduce him to my side?

The base is crowded and noisy, and Chi Feifan is too easily scared away outside. He can't let go of his inhibitions. This relationship is even more torturous than before. If this continues, he could go and film "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Evolution of Man".

Qin Yi sat in the chair, tapped his phone, and racked his brains to figure it out.

"Knock knock!"

Someone was knocking on the door, the sound was heavy and urgent, as if they wanted to break the door down.

The moment the door opened, Qin Yi was pushed inside before he could even see who it was.

Chi Feifan wore a large black coat over his clothes, emanating the chill of the corridor. Only after the door closed did he relax his clenched teeth.

That was close! I almost got seen by the people coming upstairs.

Qin Yi's gaze fell on the familiar piece of clothing peeking out from Chi Feifan's collar, and his heart skipped a beat.

Feeling the intense gaze, Chi Feifan felt extremely uncomfortable and immediately regretted his actions, his ears burning as he wanted to turn away.

But he chose this path himself, and now that things have come to this, it would be too shameful for him to desert his post.

So he had no choice but to crane his neck and meet Qin Yi's deep eyes: "What are you looking at? Didn't you tell me to dress like this?"

After saying that, Chi Feifan coldly commented with a straight eyelid: "Your clothes are way too big. Next time you might as well just buy a duvet cover and cut a few holes in it."

He discovered while changing clothes in the bathroom that he not only had to roll up the sleeves twice, but also tuck the shirt hem in a bit, otherwise it would be longer than his coat.

Chi Feifan's throat tightened nervously: "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Qin Yi: "I'm admiring it."

Chi Feifan's forced composure instantly crumbled: "..."

Qin Yi: "Just as cute as I imagined."

Chi Feifan's cheeks flushed: "Well, you've finished enjoying it, now I'm leaving."

"Not yet." Qin Yi smiled.

His boyfriend was incredibly shy, yet he still obediently put on his clothes. Who could resist that?

Qin Yi grabbed Chi Feifan's wrist: "Move a little closer."

Chi Feifan hurriedly moved forward two steps, and just as he approached the computer desk in Qin Yi's room, a force suddenly pulled him, causing him to lose his balance and fall heavily onto Qin Yi's lap.

With his back pressed against Qin Yi's chest, Chi Feifan was about to spring up, but his waist was held by an arm, and the person behind him pressed against him again.

"Why didn't you call me to play games this afternoon?" Qin Yi sat in the gaming chair, legs apart, and gently rubbed her nose against her boyfriend's ear.

Chi Feifan's ears were very sensitive, and he immediately felt a chill run down his spine: "Release yourself! How did you know!"

"Wang Kang saw you were online when he logged into his alternate account," Qin Yi teased with a light laugh. "Want to play games? I'll teach you."

Once we're out, I'll blacklist Wang Kang's alt account in the game.

Chi Feifan thought with a dark expression.

He wasn't used to this posture and tried to get up but couldn't muster the strength. His coat even came undone as he moved. "Fine, I'll teach you, but first, let go of my arms!"

With his long arms and legs, Qin Yi put his arm around Chi Feifan while simultaneously using his other hand to turn on the monitor in front of him: "Don't let go, the world champion is teaching you step by step."

The indoor heating was on full blast, and Chi Feifan was getting a little hot wearing his coat. Qin Yi, being very "considerate," took the initiative to throw his coat aside for him.

Chi Feifan still wanted to struggle. He was about to forcefully pry Qin Yi's hand open, but he stopped when he touched Qin Yi's fingers.

The conversation between Qi Song and Qin Yi echoed in his mind.

Chi Feifan's breathing trembled, and he didn't dare to exert any force, so he could only keep his whole body tense.

Qin Yi clicked the mouse to enter the game loading screen and found that the person in his arms had suddenly stopped sitting still.

Qin Yi whispered in Chi Feifan's ear, "So obedient?"

We've already kissed, what's the big deal about sitting in each other's laps?

Chi Feifan lowered his head and bent over: "Shut up."

Qin Yi smiled, clearly in a good mood.

Because it was for teaching purposes, Qin Yi logged into an account he had created eight hundred years ago that he had hardly ever played.

For him, killing people in this low-level game was like cutting vegetables. He held Chi Feifan's hand and held the mouse, while he controlled the direction by typing on the keyboard.

Chi Feifan experienced what it was like to be a pro from a first-person perspective, but his mind wasn't on the game at all, and he couldn't concentrate.

The reason is simple: this posture is just a bit strange.

Qin Yi explained the characteristics and practical uses of various firearms while playing the game, but Chi Feifan only listened in one ear and out the other, taking in only half of what he heard.

When a game ends, the words "Survivors" pop up in large letters.

Qin Yi suddenly turned his head and kissed Chi Feifan's incredibly hot ear.

"My boyfriend is amazing."