Reborn as a rival fanboy [E-sports]

"boom!"

Yu Jiaheng's room door was closed heavily on their faces, Mittel gently let go of Tea's hand, and carefully probed into Ji Mingchen's room.

No one was there, but there was a faint sound of water in the bathroom.

In the bath.

He had an epiphany, opened his mouth wide and stepped back.

Tea still looked confused, "What's wrong? What?"

"Shhhhhh—" Mittel quickly pressed his mouth, opened the door and dragged Tea into his dormitory.

Yu Jiaheng rushed to the closet as soon as he entered the door, took out two pieces of his own clothes and pants, found another pair of clean underwear, ran into the bathroom and violently tore off the shirt on his body.

The buttons fell off, and he flung his shirt to the floor, took off his underwear, and turned on the shower.

He lowered his head and carefully examined his body, arms, and legs. Finally, he felt his heart stretched out and touched his legs.

It was clean, without any traces, and there was no strange feeling.

Being showered from head to toe by the hot water in the shower, Yu Jiaheng breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand and squeezed a lump of shower gel, and rubbed bubbles on his body with his eyes closed.

What happened last night played back clearly in his mind.

From when he was carried into the room to videotape, to when he hugged Ji Mingchen with snot and tears, the last memory was when he finished eating the ice cream.

What happened after that?

Yu Jiaheng rinsed off the foam on his hands, stretched his head out from under the shower, wiped the water off his face, and opened his eyes.

I vaguely remember him taking a bath.

He admitted his identity under Ji Mingchen's nose. Ji Mingchen, a person who can listen to his game recordings and do such things, will let him take a bath safely?

Yu Jiaheng checked his whole body again, and there was still nothing wrong.

Okay, the other party is really a gentleman.

After rinsing off the bubbles on his body, Yu Jiaheng turned off the shower to dry off the water, and changed his clothes comfortably.

The mirror in the bathroom was covered with mist from the heat of his bath. He took out a paper towel and wiped it clean. Halfway through the wipe, his hands froze.

The eyes of the person in the mirror are blue and bloodshot is a bit serious, but this is not the point.

He looked down and saw his lips.

It was so rosy that it was about to bleed, and it was even a little swollen, and there was a small scab on the corner of the mouth.

Yu Jiaheng's arm that wiped the mirror shook, and raised his hand to lightly touch the scab.

"hiss……"

The lips were originally a very tender part, and it was fine when he didn't know it, but now when he saw it, the pain doubled and he gasped, some scenes from last night flashed before his eyes.

Fuck it, if you haven't eaten meat all night in your dream, it's not a dream at all, and the meat in his mouth is not a barbecue.

Yu Jiaheng walked into the living room angrily.

The video is still in Ji Mingchen's hands, and his biggest grip has been taken.

Sitting back on the sofa, Yu Jiaheng touched his mobile phone, opened the TheShammers forum, and quickly typed and posted.

【What should I do if my crush videotapes me and threatens me after I'm drunk? 】

It is indeed the most popular game at the moment. At almost the same time, there are many replies in the forum.

[Repeater:?Get out, Master Fanxue is here to abuse the dog, let’s climb]

[No mother for 5000 years after fighting wild wolves:? ? ?What video, make me healthy]

[No, no, no: How do you know that he has a crush on you?Knowing your crush, you are still drunk in front of him? 】

[This gun is called good night: it's old green tea as soon as you open your mouth]

[Qianqian wants to get up early: There is no crush, this question is beyond the outline, next one]

Yu·Green Tea·Jiaheng:? ? ?

He clenched his fists.

What brains do these people have?Stupid forum.

Yu Jiaheng, who didn't ask anything useful but was still blown up, slammed the phone screen off and threw it on the sofa.

"Boom boom boom——"

There was a knock on the door of the dormitory.

"Who is it?" Yu Jiaheng hurriedly soaked cold water on his flushed face with a towel, praying that he could retreat quickly, but the more anxious he was, the more flushed his face became.

"Boom boom boom——"

The door rang again, knocking at the same frequency as before.

Is it Ji Mingchen?

He casually brushed back the wet hair stuck to his forehead, and looked out through the peephole of the door.

It really was Ji Mingchen.

"Get out!" Yu Jiaheng kicked the door angrily, turned around and went to the bathroom to pick up all the shirts and underwear on the floor, then quickly opened the door and threw them out through the crack of the door, "Take your clothes and get out."

Ji Mingchen caught the clothes he threw over, stretched his long hands against the door and stepped in, Yu Jiaheng pursed his lips and glared at him.

His eyes paused on Yu Jiaheng's lips for a second, and he raised his eyes to meet him, "The noodles have been cold, I re-cooked dumplings for you, and there are fresh soy milk and milk, which one do you want to drink?"

"?"

"Yesterday...it was my fault. After breakfast first, I'll let you decide how to deal with it later, okay?" Ji Mingchen saw that his expression was slightly loose, his brows and eyes were bent, and his posture was very low.

Mittel, who opened a door on the other side of the corridor to eavesdrop, tightly clasped Tea's mouth, his eyes glistening. Tea desperately grabbed the door frame to squeeze his head out to get a better look, and the faces of the two were squeezed out of shape.

Yu Jiaheng was really hungry, so he took another shower, and now his stomach felt even more empty and uncomfortable.

But why does he always feel like he has been bought by food?

So he sullenly said coldly, "Don't eat."

"I want to eat the beef noodles just now, you give me another bowl."

"it is good."

"Within 10 minutes, if you don't see the beef noodles, you won't use it, and I won't accept an apology."

"Okay." Ji Mingchen's smile became more obvious.

Yu Jiaheng thought for a while, "I still want fried dough sticks."

"Okay, is there any more? Do you want soy milk or milk?"

"Soy milk."

After giving all orders, Ji Mingchen turned around and went back to the small kitchen in his room to cook noodles, while the two people at the opposite door quickly shrank back.

Yu Jiaheng sat back on the sofa and groaned again, feeling a little regretful all of a sudden.

I'm really hungry.

But all the harsh words were released, and he couldn't slap himself in the face, let alone on such a principled issue.

About 8 minutes later, Ji Mingchen walked in with a new bowl of beef noodles and a cup of hot soybean milk.

Yu Jiaheng crossed his legs and leaned on the sofa with his arms crossed, ignoring him.

Ji Mingchen paused for a while, walked over and put the bowl and cup on the tea table in front of him, and set the chopsticks again.

He raised his eyelids and glanced, "Where's the fritters?"

"Go buy it right away, wait a minute, one minute." Ji Mingchen lifted his feet and went out again like the wind, and after a while, he brought a small paper bag with a fried dough stick in it.

He really prepared all the meals he ordered within the specified time, and the steaming noodles made Yu Jiaheng's tongue salivate.

Ji Mingchen was still standing beside him, with his hands down, honestly.

Yu Jiaheng didn't even look at him, got up and took out a large bowl from the cupboard in the small kitchen, poured the soy milk into it, then grabbed the still hot paper bag to shake out the deep-fried dough sticks inside, and slowly tore it open with pointed fingers. Throw it in small pieces and press down with chopsticks to soak.

After finally fixing this side, he stirred the noodles, picked up the top layer that was no longer hot, blew it a little, and brought it to his mouth.

"Hiss... what the hell." As soon as the steaming noodles touched her red and swollen lips, Yu Jiaheng almost jumped up from the sofa in pain.

Standing next to him, Ji Mingchen, who hadn't moved all this time, opened his legs, as if he wanted to come over to help him.

Yu Jiaheng raised his eyes and stared, but he stopped obediently.

Lowering his head and twisting all the chopstick noodles into a ball, Yu Jiaheng finally took the first bite, his eyes lit up.

The workmanship is not bad.

"Is it delicious?" Ji Mingchen asked nervously.

"Hmm..." Yu Jiaheng swallowed after chewing, "It's not bad, I can barely eat it."

He took another bite of the evenly sliced ​​beef, and immediately ignored the pain in his mouth, and started to gorge on the noodles while inhaling.

The wound on his mouth restricted his speed. He had to eat this bowl of noodles and soy milk fritters for nearly half an hour. Only then did he realize that there was still a person standing next to him.

He pursed his lips and reluctantly raised his eyelids for a glance, just in time to meet Ji Mingchen's gaze looking down at him.

A little pathetic.

Yu Jiaheng couldn't stand this kind of thing the most, he licked his teeth and said, "Sit down, sit across from me."

This needs to be discussed.

Ji Mingchen obediently sat upright on the sofa opposite him, waiting for him to speak.

After a little organizing the language in his mind, Yu Jiaheng said calmly, "When did you find out?"

"After the city game." Ji Mingchen replied immediately.

After his sudden change of attitude...has he been discovered?

Yu Jiaheng's face was a little stiff, "So early?" He suddenly thought of something, his pupils trembled, "Then on the cruise ship you..."

"I want to make sure again, it was arranged by me." Ji Mingchen's ears felt a little hot, and he touched his nose.

Good for you.

Yu Jiaheng clasped his fingers on the armrest of the sofa, closed his eyes, "How did you find out? Didn't you think I was imitating on purpose before the city competition? How could you think of such a thing?"

The person on the opposite side was silent for a while, and said slowly, "The trumpet you used in the previous qualifying round, when you jumped to spy, I suspected it was you."

"and then?"

"Then you sold the account, and I added friends and found out it wasn't you." Ji Mingchen's voice trembled, and he let out a breath, "After the city competition ended, Cen Hao sent me a message saying that you were on that account before, you Contact him to delete the account record, and when these things collide, I will roughly know what's going on."

"And some of your little habits, the keyboard and mouse you use..."

"Stop, stop." Yu Jiaheng's scalp was numb with his vest being sieved. Fortunately, he thought he could escape the eyes of these people, but he was seen through without asking himself.

It took him a while to calm down. Ji Mingchen was not in a hurry, and sat quietly waiting for him.

"What, can I ask when you started, cough..." Yu Jiaheng lowered his eyelids, raised his hand to pick at his hair, "That...do you like mine?"

"From...15 years old."