Reborn as a rival fanboy [E-sports]

In the end, this proposal was shelved for the time being, not because Yu Jiaheng regretted it, but because Wang Zhengping suddenly informed them that he had an appointment with ARM for a training match at night.

Ji Mingchen replied "know" in the group with a blank face.

That night, Yu Jiaheng got the Hunter, and he was with Ji Mingchen.

But this time it seemed that he didn't need to do anything at all. Ji Mingchen chose to fight wild wolves, and ate resources like crazy throughout the game. In 3 minutes, he came back with a big sniper from the airdrop and killed them randomly, killing several members of ARM's second team. The mentality was going to explode, and finally the coaches of both sides communicated and decided to change the original five games to three games.

In the three training games, Ji Mingchen slaughtered three games, each of which was against wild wolves.

"...Do you feel that Young Master Ji is not in the right mood today?" After the fight, Mittel sneaked over to ask Tea.

Tea nodded, "Like my rhubarb when spring comes."

Yu Jiaheng, who just passed by with water, "?"

The two of them didn't know that they were being targeted, and they still bit their ears, "I feel like a peacock spreading its tail, but I don't know who to show it to."

"I guess it's for..."

"Boom!"

Yu Jiaheng put the water glass heavily on Tea's table and smiled, "What are you talking about? What's the screen?"

"No, no, we made an appointment to go to the zoo after the game." Mittel was out of his wits.

"Yes... yes yes yes!" Tea echoed.

Yu Jiaheng glanced at the two suspiciously, packed up the peripherals and followed Ji Mingchen.

When they all went out, Mittel slapped his forehead and suddenly realized.

Tea, "Why are you hitting yourself?"

"...No, I'm so blind, really." Mittel gave Tea's forehead another slap, and said with a pout.

They finished the training game and resumed the game. It was almost midnight. Yu Jiaheng went to the door of the room with a peripheral device in one hand and a water glass in the other. He struggled to move his fingers to unlock the lock. Suddenly, a hand came over and sucked his glass. Walk.

Ji Mingchen looked down at him, with a smile on his lips, "To my room at night?"

So Yu Jiaheng blushed and went into Ji Mingchen's room at the opposite door. Mittel, who had just come out of the training room, saw this scene again. He quickly stopped and blocked Tea behind him. He breathed a sigh of relief when the door closed, but his eyes were filled with excitement.

In the room, Ji Mingchen packed all of Yu Jiaheng's things together with his, first took a new set of nightgowns into the bathroom, adjusted the water temperature and came out.

Yu Jiaheng was still picking at his fingers, showing nervousness all over his body.

After all, he still couldn't bear it, Ji Mingchen smiled and walked over to rub his hair, "Don't be afraid, I won't mess with you today."

The blunt words made Yu Jiaheng's face even hotter, and he said, "I'm not afraid!"

"Really?" Ji Mingchen raised his face to tease him.

Seeing the ridicule in his eyes, Yu Jiaheng was overwhelmed. He rushed forward and pressed Ji Mingchen's shoulder and pushed him back until he pressed against the wall of the bathroom door. He paused for a moment, then lowered his head and kissed him.

Ji Mingchen was obediently pressed by him to accept this progressive kiss, he opened his lips encouragingly to let him move, and by the way put his arms around his waist to lead him into the bathroom.

When Yu Jiaheng came back to his senses, he was already sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

The initiative returned to Ji Mingchen's hands.

"You... wait a minute," Yu Jiaheng panted to push him away.

"Huh?" Ji Mingchen raised his eyes.

"Did you prepare that, what about that?" Yu Jiaheng's face turned even redder as he was smoked by the steam in the bathroom.

After a little understanding, Ji Mingchen smiled lowly.

"Laughing fart!" Feeling that his initiative was being ridiculed by the other party, Yu Jiaheng was about to stand up from embarrassment.

Ji Mingchen pressed his shoulders to keep him from moving, "Okay, stop laughing." The ending sound was still full of joy.

"I said I won't touch you today." His hand slid down Yu Jiaheng's cheek, passed through the lower abdomen, continued down, and then stopped.

Yu Jiaheng swallowed, thinking this is what you said not to do?

The thin callused hand slipped in from the hem of the clothes, and the numbness and itchiness like electric shock rushed all the way from the tailbone to the brain, and Yu Jiaheng's breathing became heavier.

Immediately afterwards, his waist loosened. The slacks he wore for the first time today were very loose, and his underwear was easily pulled to his ankles.

Ji Mingchen bent over and squatted down, buried his head.

"Ah, don't..."

Only then did Yu Jiaheng realize what he was going to do, and his whole body trembled violently.

The bathtub was still filled with water, and Yu Jiaheng almost exhausted all his strength to manage to hold it steady and no one slipped in. His fingers were desperately digging at the edge, and his fingernails turned white.

"Ji Mingchen..."

The sound of the faucet was vaguely mixed with the shameful sound of water.

Yu Jiaheng raised his head, like a dehydrated fish desperately absorbing the wet air around him, and inserted his other hand into Ji Mingchen's hair, and grabbed it hard.

The sensory stimulation was too crazy, and the time didn't last long. He let out a muffled snort, his eyes lost sight.

When the consciousness came back, Ji Mingchen raised his head and rolled his Adam's apple in front of him.

"Gudong."

Yu Jiaheng's lower abdomen trembled suddenly, his pupils constricted.

"You..." Yu Jiaheng's toes were about to curl up, and the eye sockets were frighteningly red, and the eyes were moist.

Ji Mingchen helped Yu Jiaheng, whose legs were still weak, to his ear and kissed, "How is it? Falconer?"

"Is the service of my hardcore fan still in place?"

Seeing Yu Jiaheng pursed his lips tightly and did not speak, Ji Mingchen lowered his eyes, "It's too late to regret it now."

Yu Jiaheng moved his lips nonchalantly.

"Ok?"

"It's... in place." Ji Mingchen finally heard it when he got closer, "I don't regret it."

Yu Jiaheng's eyelashes flapped one by one, as if they were about to fan into his heart. Ji Mingchen's fingers trembled slightly, a vein stretched out on his forehead, and he maintained his last rationality and said in a hoarse voice, "Wait until the World Championship is over."

Yu Jiaheng understood and nodded slightly.

"Can you wash it yourself? Do you still have the strength?" Ji Mingchen's voice became lower and lower.

"Yes." Yu Jiaheng simply stepped on the pants hanging from his ankles, pushed him out vigorously, and locked the bathroom door behind him.

It was quiet outside the door for a while, Yu Jiaheng closed his eyes fiercely and opened them again, took off his shirt and stepped into the bathtub.

"Where do you put your underwear? I'll get them for you." Just as he sat down in the hot water, Ji Mingchen knocked on the door again.

Yu Jiaheng who had just regained his strength froze again.

Don't be cowardly... What's so cowardly about getting a dress after doing such a thing!

He squeezed the newly opened soap tightly, and scratched out five fingernail marks on it, "the drawer on the right side of the second layer of the wardrobe."

"What?" Ji Mingchen didn't hear clearly.

Oh shit.

"The drawer on the right side of the second layer of the closet!!" Yu Jiaheng shouted at the top of his voice.

The footsteps outside the door disappeared, and he lost his strength and collapsed in the bathtub.

His eyes floated vaguely on the ceiling surrounded by water vapor, and the corners of Yu Jiaheng's mouth curled up silently.

half year later.

Due to the Falconer accident in the middle of the last World Championship, Eagle announced its withdrawal, and the championship was won by the German team. The location of the World Championship this time was set in Berlin.

Everyone in SFM must first go to Busan to finish the Asian League, and then fly to Europe.

The schedule is very rushed.

Fortunately, the grouping of the Asian League was pretty good. Yu Jiaheng and Ji Mingchen didn't meet each other throughout the whole process, and they both advanced to the World Championship.

The night before departure from Busan, Wang Zhengping, who had always accompanied them throughout the journey, and other staff helped them pack their luggage, but no one was found.

"Where did you go again?!" Wang Zhengping angrily stamped his feet at the entrance of the stadium holding his plane ticket.

One of the parties involved, Yu Jiaheng, rushed out after the award presentation to find Ji Mingchen, who had played before him.

Ji Mingchen, who had finished the competition, was standing and waiting in the staff passage. He was not worried about Yu Jiaheng at all. Unless there were external factors, it was impossible for anyone to stop Yu Jiaheng from the road leading to the World Championship.

Not even himself.

"What are you running for?" Seeing Yu Jiaheng squeezed out of the crowd, out of breath, Ji Mingchen laughed and walked over to pat him on the back.

Yu Jiaheng raised his eyes and said unhappily, "Didn't you say...huh...to play the camera studio?"

Ji Mingchen embraced him, and while no one else was paying attention, quickly kissed him on the cheek, "Don't worry, that place is very close, go get something to eat first."

"I'm afraid it's too late, Coach Wang is going to kill someone."

"It's okay, just say I seduced you."

Yu Jiaheng glared at him, "Am I such an unstable person?"

Ji Mingchen raised his eyebrows, "Then... just say that I threatened you with nude photos, and you have to go with me."

"..." Yu Jiaheng's face was hot, and he whispered for a long time, "You don't know how to take pictures, do you?"

Ji Mingchen paused, and said with a broken smile, "No, you can check my phone and computer, what can I hide from you?"

He didn't really check it out.

Yu Jiaheng pouted.

"People sleep in my arms every day, I still need to take pictures of those? Hiss..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Mingchen was hit on the back of the head.

The photography museum is not a real museum, but a promenade with many props and background walls. After a few steps, there are different places for people to take pictures. How to take pictures depends on your imagination.

Almost all the people who came were couples, Yu Jiaheng and Ji Mingchen were holding hands, their faces were a little embarrassed.

"Is it hot? Why is your face so red?" Ji Mingchen turned his head and touched his forehead with the back of his hand.

Yu Jiaheng looked at him coldly, and slapped his hand off, "It's not hot, get out."

Then pretending to be nonchalant, he studied how to shoot the scene in front of him.

"Um... Excuse me, are you Chinese?" He was still looking down at the picture on the ground when a girl's voice came from his ear.

"Yes." Yu Jiaheng looked up, and the person speaking was a short-haired girl wearing glasses, and her accent should be Korean.

"Ah! You are... are you from the SFM team!" The girl covered her mouth and exclaimed when she saw his face.

"Hush—" Ji Mingchen hurried over and gestured, "We sneaked out, we didn't want to attract attention."

When the girl saw him again, she almost fainted from excitement, she nodded repeatedly, and taught Yu Jiaheng how to take pictures in her clumsy Chinese.

Only then did he understand that there was a merry-go-round on the ground, and he had to go up the stairs next to it to the second floor to shoot from top to bottom. He could shoot the plane with a three-dimensional effect, just like people are really riding on a merry-go-round.

"Thank you." After figuring it out, Yu Jiaheng had no interest in this, thanked him and took Ji Mingchen's hand and left.

After walking around for a while, the last two people queued up to a small room where they took a group photo.

Yu Jiaheng was still pondering over the user introduction, and Ji Mingchen had already pressed start.

A string of passionate Korean words came from the machine, Yu Jiaheng turned his head, "?"

Ji Mingchen stretched out his long arms and pulled him into his arms, and made a gesture of kissing his temples to the camera that had already counted down to 321 and started to take pictures.

"Crack."

A photo was frozen on the screen of the machine. In the image, Yu Jiaheng turned his head to the side with slightly confused eyes, and Ji Mingchen lowered his eyes.

Yu Jiaheng finally came to his senses and pinched Ji Mingchen's cheeks at the moment when the machine was counting down to take the second picture. Ji Mingchen didn't expect him to come out and opened his eyes wide.

"Hahahahahahaha!" Seeing the photo, Yu Jiaheng laughed so hard.

Ji Mingchen's chest also trembled, rubbed the top of his hair, and smiled softly.

There was another "click", and this picture was also photographed.