Reborn as a rival fanboy [E-sports]

Ji Mingchen still had water vapor and the fragrance of shower gel on his body. He walked over and sat down side by side on the bedside with him, bent his leg and put his arm on it, and said calmly, "I asked my father first, his It is said that the eldest son of the Gu family was lost...because of Aunt Gu's negligence when he was very young."

Yu Jiaheng didn't have much expression on his face, Ji Mingchen continued, "This incident made Aunt Gu very painful, she was mentally disturbed, and even had suicidal tendencies."

"What happened later?" Yu Jiaheng subconsciously twitched the corner of his mouth, "Didn't they look for it?"

"I found it." Ji Mingchen turned his head and looked at him, "But there is no news, and he doesn't know exactly how he lost it."

"And then Uncle Gu was afraid that this incident would affect the whole family too much, so he locked up all the belongings of the eldest son, and announced to the public that there was only one son in the family. Even so, Aunt Gu has only slowly recovered in recent years. You see I think I haven't shown any photos of him before." Seeing him bowing his head in thought, Ji Mingchen silently moved a little towards him.

"Did he tell you the name of the eldest son?" Yu Jiaheng looked up and found that Ji Mingchen was holding his arm close to his arm, and the other's body temperature was coming through the sleeve of the thin pajamas. He was stunned for a moment, but he didn't move away.

"He didn't know, so I asked Uncle Gu again." Ji Mingchen touched the tip of his nose nonchalantly, "That's what I want to tell you."

"You said."

"The original eldest son of the Gu family was named Gu Jiaheng."

Yu Jiaheng squeezed the air-conditioning quilt under her hand.

The next moment, an arm hung over his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Ji Mingchen frowned slightly, and pulled him into his arms.

In fact, he didn't have any special feelings in his heart, before Ji Mingchen asked this sentence and made this action.

He just felt a little unreal, even if he had guessed so.When the facts were really presented in front of him, he had no expectations, no surprises, and no sadness.

But now, he suddenly wanted to lean in a little hypocritically.

Yu Jiaheng thought so, and indeed did so.

Ji Mingchen's chest was stiff for a moment, and then he immediately relaxed his body and hugged him.

The two of them didn't speak any more, only Ji Mingchen's hand caressed Yu Jiaheng's body.

The movements were very gentle, he suddenly felt drowsy, Yu Jiaheng yawned, slid down, lay down, and closed his eyes.

When he woke up again, it was already noon the next day, Yu Jiaheng opened his eyes, his vision was still blurry, and he was the only one left on the bed.

He stretched out his hand to feel it, and the place where Ji Mingchen slept was already cold, he guessed that he had left long ago.

However, just as he got out of bed and found the slippers, the bedroom door was pushed open from the outside, and Ji Mingchen walked in with a pale yellow apron tied around his waist.

"Are you awake?" He leaned on the door with one hand, watching Yu Jiaheng hurriedly put on his clothes, "Lunch is ready."

As soon as the words fell, the aroma of food wafted in from the open door, and Yu Jiaheng's stomach, which had been empty all night and in the morning, began to protest, "Come right away..."

After pulling up the belt of his pajamas, he rushed into the bathroom and closed the door. After washing quickly, he looked in the mirror and brushed the hair that was sleeping like a chicken coop a few times, and then walked out of the bedroom.

He ate the food made by Ji Mingchen for a while, and even after that, he began to dislike the food in the cafeteria and the roadside stalls outside that he used to linger on.The other party's cooking skills are really amazing, since the day they reached a consensus, Ji Mingchen will cook for him in various ways according to his appetite.

Unless they are really too busy, the two of them will go to the newly repaired cafeteria on the second floor to have a meal together.

Judging from Mittel and Tea's feedback, the cafeteria has a complete range of things that suit people's tastes, but Yu Jiaheng no longer likes them.

It is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

He licked his lips, pulled away the chair and sat down, and had become a habit to drink half of the warm water in the cup by the table before going to get the chopsticks.

Ji Mingchen also packed up the things in the kitchen and walked over, "I didn't buy any vegetables yesterday, so I asked my aunt to bring back a fish head temporarily. It's the first time I make it. You can taste it."

Yu Jiaheng was almost overwhelmed by his eloquence.

He loves the fish head with chopped pepper.

Precisely picked up a piece of the most tender meat, dipped some soup into his mouth, his taste buds took off immediately, and Yu Jiaheng buried his head and stuffed another big mouthful of rice.

Ji Mingchen who was seated opposite laughed, "Slow down, don't choke."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Jiaheng's throat choked, "Um..."

He picked up the water glass and drank it down, swallowed hard, and then asked, "Can you stop milking me?"

"Okay." Ji Mingchen still smiled, "I'm sorry."

Hearing the coaxing tone of the children, Yu Jiaheng's ears felt hot, he stopped looking at him, lowered his head and continued to inhale the storm.

In less than ten minutes, he was full. He leaned back in the chair, burped comfortably, and glanced at the tableware in front of Ji Mingchen. He frowned, "Why don't you eat?"

It was only after getting along with him during this time that he realized that Ji Mingchen didn't take him to eat health-preserving meals because he was afraid of spicy food, and even the taste was a bit similar to him. A while ago, he was just... frightened by the medical certificates that Since showed him.

"I ate noodles in the morning, and I'm not very hungry." Ji Mingchen touched the tip of his nose.

This person usually wakes up before eight o'clock to exercise and eat breakfast. Now it's almost one o'clock in the afternoon. How can a bowl of noodles keep him from being hungry?

Yu Jiaheng squinted his eyes, keenly caught his unnatural movements, and stood up, "What's wrong with your hand?"

Ji Mingchen, who kept putting his left hand under the table, blinked, "Huh?"

With his attitude, Yu Jiaheng felt that something was wrong, so he pushed the chair away and walked over to him, lowered his head, and stretched out his hand, "Show me your hand."

Ji Mingchen lifted his right hand into his palm, and scratched it lightly.

Yu Jiaheng's arm trembled, but he was not fooled by him, and said in a stiff tone, "The other hand."

Seeing that he couldn't hide it any longer, Ji Mingchen slowly put his left hand up from the side of the chair, "It's nothing serious, the scar will form in a few days."

An OK bandage was attached to the phalanx of the index finger of the left hand, but the OK bandage was too small to cover the wound at all. It was obviously put on casually and was not taken seriously at all.

A knife edge can be vaguely seen extending out, and there is still some blood stains that haven't been wiped off.

Yu Jiaheng's heart was pulled hard, as if the wound was on his own hand, he opened his mouth and raised his eyes to look at Ji Mingchen, "You fucking..."

This is the hand that will hold the trophy in the World Championship!

Seeing his eye sockets turn red quickly, Ji Mingchen quickly withdrew his hand, but Yu Jiaheng held him tightly and didn't let him move at all. He glared at him fiercely and said, "Get up!"

Ji Mingchen stood up obediently, watching him run around in the living room holding his hand.

"The medical kit is in the cabinet in the small study." He reminded softly, and then received another eye knife, Ji Mingchen closed his mouth and sighed in his heart.

Blame it on the fish, why is it so slippery?

The master culinary master Ji Mingchen, who was rarely missed, was brought to the chair in the small study by Yu Jiaheng and sat down.

Yu Jiaheng was not very good at treating wounds, but the incision was on the joint, and it was not easy to bandage. He was afraid that his fingers would be torn apart if the bandage was tightened. If the bandage was loosened, the medicine would stick to the wound again. He fiddled with it for a long time clumsily. .

Ji Mingchen tried to help, but he forcefully opened his hand twice, realizing that Yu Jiaheng was really angry, so he could only cooperate with him obediently.

Finally wrapped it up, Yu Jiaheng finally tied an ugly bow, stood up, and said sullenly, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts." Ji Mingchen raised his head, a little pitifully.

Yu Jiaheng pursed her lips and clenched her fists, "You..."

"But if you kiss me, it won't hurt anymore." His comforting words were blocked back in his throat in an instant.

kiss you ghost!

Yu Jiaheng puffed up his cheeks, and the anger that had just subsided surged up again.

In the end, he was still defeated by Ji Mingchen's expectant gaze, Yu Jiaheng muttered softly, "I just finished eating..."

"I don't dislike it."

He closed his eyes and leaned down with a blushing face.

Ji Mingchen didn't move, just let those soft and warm lips gently press against his lips, rubbing clumsily on his lips.

Yu Jiaheng tried his best to recall in his mind what Ji Mingchen did last night, the two exhaled between their lips and teeth, he tentatively stretched out his tongue and licked it.

In the next second, the lips were empty.

Yu Jiaheng opened his eyes suspiciously, and before he could react, he was pressed on the head and exchanged a deep kiss, "Um..."

Ji Mingchen, whose patience was worn away by his scratchy kissing method, simply stood up and turned against the guest.

"Huh... your hand..." The two switched positions, and Yu Jiaheng who was pushed onto the chair pushed him away a little.

"Well, it's okay." Ji Mingchen continued to hold the back of the man's head and kiss him, his slender and strong fingers gently fiddled with his soft hair.

Yu Jiaheng's scalp seemed to be very sensitive, and every time he touched it, he would tremble all over.

After the kiss was over, the two people who were not breathing were sticky and separated, and Yu Jiaheng was delayed for a long time.

This time he took the initiative.

"I..." Yu Jiaheng finally waited for his breathing to calm down, squeezed his sleeves, raised his head, "We..."

"There was another very important matter yesterday." Ji Mingchen also said at the same time, "Huh? You go first."

Yu Jiaheng swallowed the words again, "You, you go first, what's the matter?"

"Uncle Gu told me that they named their youngest son Gu Wang'an, which means they hope you will be safe and sound, even if they can't see you." Ji Mingchen knelt down to meet him at eye level, and held his hand again.

Yu Jiaheng was at the time when he was most emotional, when he suddenly heard this kind of words, his nose was sore, "This way..."

"Well, does it feel better?" Ji Mingchen stroked his fingers.

"Actually... Actually, I'm not very sad about this matter." Seeing the uncontrollable worry in his eyes, Yu Jiaheng felt uncomfortable, "It's been so many years, and it's not that they haven't tried hard to find me."

But you could have had a better life.

Ji Mingchen's lips moved, but in the end he just sighed, lowered his head and kissed the back of his hand, "What about your current situation? Do you want to tell them?"

Yu Jiaheng's hand trembled when he kissed him. Hearing this, he lowered his head, and after a long silence, he said in a low voice, "No."

"It was already so painful when they lost me, I don't want them to lose Gu Wangan again, let alone... I took his things away."

Ji Mingchen lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, "What about you?"

"I have you." Yu Jiaheng's voice was hoarse, "We..."

"Huh?" Ji Mingchen's heart was so soft that it was a mess.

"Let's do it tonight."

He raised his eyes suddenly, and the speaker had already lowered his head, the crimson color spread from his face to his neck and ears, and the temperature in the palm of his hand was hot to his limbs, but he still held it tightly and did not let go.