The Whole World Thinks I'm a Woman Disguised as a Man

Duan's father was about to turn around and leave when he said that, Xue Lan suddenly came back to his senses and hurriedly stood up.

"I'll go with you!"

Duan Wenzheng and Duan's father were taken aback by his sudden reaction. Duan Wenzheng's father smiled and said, "No, you just need to wait here. Lao Li is not here today. I'll let someone take a look and get some candles by the way." Emergency first."

Xue Lan hurriedly turned on the light on her mobile phone, but followed up uneasy: "I'll help you show the way."

Duan Wenzheng slightly raised his eyebrows and looked at him, who was so shy just now that he didn't know how to answer, but now he was uncharacteristically attentive, and followed him slowly.

Duan's father realized that he and Duan Wenzheng used to have a small quarrel every day for three days, and when he wanted to follow him to find a candle, he forgot to decline Xue Lan's kindness for a while, and followed each other step by step. Go up the stairs.

Duan Wenzheng followed Xue Lan unhurriedly, looked at the figure in front of him who looked around every step of the way, turned his head to the side and asked in a low voice, "So active?"

"..." Xue Lan cleared his throat unnaturally, thankful that his embarrassment could be carefully hidden in the dim light: "It's so dark after a power outage, of course you can't let your father look for things alone."

Taking advantage of the faint light of Xue Lan's phone, Duan's father also turned around and said, "Look at Xiao Xue!"

Duan Wenzheng didn't have the slightest sense of being scolded, but smiled more and more complacently, as if he was the one being praised.

He leaned close to the person beside him who was conscientiously looking after the road, lowered his voice, and whispered in his ear, "Xiao Xue, you are in such a hurry to leave, I thought you were... afraid that I would eat it." you."

Xue Lan, who was already nervous, slipped and almost fell down the stairs when he heard the words. Fortunately, Duan Wenzheng by his side quickly pulled him back, and Xue Lan regained his footing in shock.

"Is Xiao Xue okay?" Father Duan who was walking in front whispered, "Be careful."

Xue Lan barely stood still, and couldn't help but think that it would be too shameful if he scrambled and fell down the stairs because of such a sentence.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly and carefully opened the distance between Duan Wenzheng and Duan Wenzheng.

But he breathed a sigh of relief just now, and was about to put on a serious look to warn Duan Wenzheng not to make such a joke, but suddenly he heard a strange sound of wood breaking above his head, and Duan's father let out a low cry, as if he had stepped on the air from the two of them. The stairs above fell down!

Seeing this, Xue Lan was shocked, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to stop him. He grabbed the falling person in front of him in the confusion, but he was rushed backwards because of inertia——

Everything happened too suddenly, even Xue Lan deliberately paid attention to Duan's father, he didn't expect this sudden change in a moment of absence, and fell down the stairs with the momentum!

The mobile phone, which was the only light source, also rolled down the stairs in this panic, and the stairwell fell into a dark mess again.

During the stumbling of the stairs, Xue Lan stretched out his hand and subconsciously wanted to hold on to the side fence, but it was pitch black, and he didn't grab anything, so he had to subconsciously protect the person who fell with him while stumbling and rolling.

Xue Lan followed the momentum and rolled down the steps. Although he grinned in pain, he didn't care about himself. Thinking of Duan's father beside him, he hurriedly struggled to stand up: "Uncle, are you okay?"

"it's okay no problem."

With his support, Father Duan stood up staggeringly. The accident just happened suddenly, but when he fell, he was firmly protected by the people behind him. After a false alarm, he hurriedly turned around and asked, "Xiao Xue, what are you doing?" So, are you injured?"

"I'm ok."

Xue Lan breathed a sigh of relief seeing that Duan's father seemed to be fine and could still stand up.

But remembering that Duan's father fell down the stairs and was seriously injured in the original text, he wanted to check carefully to see if he was injured, but as soon as he helped Duan's father stand up, he was pulled aside, and when he raised his head, he met a pair of sullen eyes.

"If you don't look at yourself, do you care about others first?"

Under the faint light of the reopened mobile phone, Duan Wenzheng's complexion was dark. Seeing Xue Lan still sitting on the ground, he tried to pull him up with a calm expression.

Xue Lan was about to say that he was fine, but there was a throbbing pain in his grasped wrist, he subconsciously took a deep breath, Duan Wenzheng froze, and hurriedly let go of his hand and looked down at his wrist.

"It's okay, maybe it was accidentally twisted just now."

Xue Lan took the opportunity to withdraw her hand, thinking that Duan's father was fine, and this matter passed without any danger, but he had never seen Duan Wenzheng like this before.

He usually looks like he doesn't care about anything, but at this moment there is no smile on his face.

Xue Lan looked at his expression in fear, holding his wrist while thinking suspiciously, but he didn't know what made him unhappy, but obviously Duan's father suffered some skin trauma, but there was no serious injury after all, isn't it Congratulations to all...

Duan Wenzheng squatted down in front of him with a dark face, checking his wrists by the light of the phone.

"It's really all right." Xue Lan moved his wrist tentatively as he said, indicating that his wrist was not injured: "It's really all right."

Duan Wenzheng's complexion did not soften, his eyes shifted from his wrists to his legs under the long skirt: "Can you stand up?"

"Yes." Xue Lan looked at the skirt that was now wrinkled like a rag, and wanted to stand up in embarrassment.

But just as he tried to stand up with all his strength, he felt another throbbing pain in his ankle, which made him sit back on the spot again with a low whimper.

Duan's father took a deep breath: "Xiao Xue, are you alright?"

The coldness on Duan Wenzheng's face was even worse. Seeing this, Xue Lan hurriedly wanted to say that he was fine again, but before he could speak, a feeling of weightlessness made him cry out, and Duan Wenzheng hugged him by the waist!

Xue Lan gasped.

How could Duan Wenzheng hug himself like this in front of his father, he is a man... oh, he is a woman now.

Xue Lan was choked by such "self-knowledge", and the blush that had just climbed up her cheeks dissipated in an instant, and gradually turned into...death.

Duan Wenzheng gently placed him on the sofa beside him with the faint light, and then he saw Duan Wenzheng squatting down in front of him, carefully supporting his ankle with his hands.

"Does this hurt?"

Xue Lan's ankle was held in his palm, and he held his breath in a panic, shaking his head almost in a panic.

"how about this?"

After asking this a few times, Duan Wenzheng's expression softened a little. He gently put his foot down, and asked seriously, "Where else is injured?"

Xue Lan opened his mouth, then hastily closed it again with a sense of humor.

Yes... I just rolled down the stairs, and now my back is starting to throb slightly after the numb pain.But seeing Duan Wenzheng's posture of checking all the wounds, he still shook his head in a hurry: "It's gone."

Duan Wenzheng stood up when he heard the words, and just when Xue Lan thought it was all right, he heard him say, "I'll take you to the hospital."

"No need! It's really fine!"

Xue Lan's back stiffened when he heard the words. Although the hospital had long been a routine for him, but now that he finally left, he didn't want to have anything to do with that place...

Duan Wenzheng didn't listen to his explanation, and handed him the mobile phone, and involuntarily picked him up again and walked out.

"I have to go to the hospital for a full-body examination!" Duan's father hurriedly followed, completely losing the posture he had when he was asking questions at the dinner table just now, and said nervously: "I'll go there with you, Xiaoxue is here to save me. If anything happens to him..."

"Uncle Duan, I'm really fine..." Xue Lan waved his hands in embarrassment: "It's you, it's better to wait and check carefully."

Duan's father was even more moved when he heard the words: "Xiao Xue, you...you still care about me first..."

Duan Wenzheng didn't want to listen to his nonsense, so he walked out the door with a tense expression.

After distanced himself from Duan's father who was chasing after him, Xue Lan clutched the fabric of his front and whispered awkwardly: "He, he can't see, you put me down quickly, I can go by myself .”

"You think I'm acting?"

Duan Wenzheng still had no expression on his face, and Xue Lan was so choked up under his serious gaze that he didn't say a word.

But... isn't it?

Fortunately, the hospital examination was not an exaggerated general examination, and the result was indeed as Xue Lan said, it was just a slight sprain and nothing serious.At Xue Lan's insistence, Duan's father followed suit, and Xue Lan was completely at ease.

Although Duan Wenzheng didn't say anything, Xue Lan knew it well. He was also extremely worried about whether his father was injured. Seeing that both of them were fine, his hanging heart seemed to finally come down, and his tense expression gradually faded along the way. There is detente.

The doctor prescribed external medicine and told me to spray the medicine on time every day before leaving.

The thrill of the night finally came to an end. Xue Lan and Duan Wenzheng sat on the bench outside the hospital for the time being, watching his calm expression, and consciously took out the medicine he was holding tightly in his hand.

"I just said it doesn't matter." Xue Lan said and opened the medicine: "I will also spray the medicine on time, but you, you should go and see Uncle Duan..."

Duan Wenzheng took the medicine in his hand casually, and carefully pulled up his sleeve: "When he fell just now, he was obviously far away from you, why did you reach out to stop him?"

Xue Lan was taken aback.

The stairs in Duan Wenzheng's house are not narrow, and Duan's father stumbled and fell just now, and it was indeed not far or near his side.

The situation was flustered just now, although he really wanted to follow up the stairs because he was afraid of what happened in the original text, but it happened suddenly, and he really didn't think too much about it, everything was just instinct.

"It's not that you want to be a professional player. Don't you know how important a professional player's hands are?"

Xue Lan smiled, but did not speak.

Duan Wenzheng didn't seem to want an answer either.He raised his wrist and sprayed the medicine carefully, the action actually carried a tenderness that was completely different from the past.

His other hand was also under his palm, and his lowered eyebrows scattered a dense shadow under the dim yellow street lamp.

Xue Lan's heart skipped a few beats unknowingly, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand.

The hand under the palm tightened slightly, but instead he held the hand he wanted to withdraw into his palm.

If the situation just now made him feel a little unnatural, then Duan Wenzheng's slightly clenched five fingers at this moment seemed to press a switch for a certain order, which suddenly made his unstable heart even more beating like a drum.

Duan Wenzheng didn't seem to notice anything, lowered his head and continued spraying carefully: "The old man is peeking, don't move."

Xue Lan froze in a hurry and wanted to withdraw her hand movement, as if she had been cast with a holding spell, she didn't dare to move any more.

Duan Wenzheng's tightly pursed lips raised a slight arc again, and his fingertips gently slid across the place where the wound medicine was overflowing, as if he was carefully pushing the medicine into the wound. Weird itching.

Xue Lan didn't dare to turn her head back, and didn't dare to withdraw her hand again. She just quietly glanced at the hospital gate behind her from the corner of her eye.

"still there?"

"kindness."

"……still there?"

"kindness."

"..." Xue Lan was about to cry, thinking about why Uncle Duan didn't come out directly when he came, why did he have to hide behind his back...

I don't know how long it took, until the medicine on the wrist gradually soaked into the fragrance of the medicine, so long that Xue Lan began to secretly doubt the authenticity of Duan Wenzheng's words... Then suddenly came the voice of Duan's father from far and near behind him——

"Xiao Xue, it's a good thing you're fine this time, or else I would really..."

Hearing this, Xue Lan seemed to have finally grasped some life-saving straw, and hastily withdrew her hand from Duan Wenzheng's palm that seemed to be playing, and sat upright.

"This time... thank you." Duan's father walked to the two of them in a deep voice, and seemed embarrassed when he remembered his bad attitude just now, and then he pursed his lips and said seriously: "From now on, our home will be your home. You come to play often."

"Wait a minute, did you forget that I'm still running away from home?" Duan Wenzheng recovered his composure for a while. "If I don't come back, why does he..."

Xue Lan heard him bring this up again, and hurriedly wanted to pull the hem of his clothes to make him stop talking. This man clearly said that he didn't want to say that he didn't want to say that there was someone he couldn't catch up with, so why is he hanging this matter on the Internet now? lips.

But before Duan Wenzheng understood his hint, he heard Duan's father spat: "It's not that you are too disappointing! Xiaoxue, in fact, I have always wanted a daughter. If you don't like this bastard, why don't you give me a daughter?" Treat me as..."

Duan Wenzheng suddenly felt that something was wrong, seeing the old man's words getting more and more outrageous, but the eyes of someone who didn't understand any human feelings lit up when he heard the words...

He hurriedly interrupted his father: "It's getting late, the youth training camp has already urged you several times, since you are fine, we will go back first."

As soon as Xue Lan heard the urging from the club, she quickly followed Duan Wenzheng and stood up.

After bidding farewell to Duan's father several times, the two said goodbye at Duan's father's request and walked out of the hospital together.

Hearing that the youth training camp came to urge him, Xue Lan hurriedly forgot what happened just now after walking out of the hospital, and asked seriously: "The youth training camp is here to urge you? Is there any temporary extra match?"

Duan Wenzheng looked at his serious eyebrows, raised his lips and was about to say something, but a sudden ringing of the phone interrupted their conversation.Xue Lan picked up the phone, and after a while——

"What? The first team match ahead of time?!"

***

The first team match was ahead of schedule, something no one expected.

Xue Lan hurried back to the youth training camp with Duan Wenzheng after receiving a call from Qi Siyu. Before entering the door, she heard complaints from the training room about waiting for a training team with them.

As soon as the two entered the door, Qi Siyu ran towards them.

"Where did you go? Why did you come back so late, and I'm waiting for your training..." He finished speaking halfway, his eyes fixed on Xue Lan's limping footsteps supported by Duan Wenzheng: "What's going on? gone?"

"It's okay." Xue Lan smiled apologetically: "I'm fine, I didn't mean to train, let's go."

Qi Siyu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and was about to take the two of them into the training room, but Duan Wenzheng said with a grim expression: "He can't train now."

Qi Siyu was taken aback, and even Meng Weiran and Su Yiyu who were standing up in the training room were also taken aback.

Su Yiyu saw that the atmosphere was a bit stiff, his eyes fell on Xue Lan, and seeing that there seemed to be something wrong with him, he asked slowly, "What's the matter?"

Seeing this, Xue Lan hurriedly said: "It's okay, it's just a small injury. You have been waiting for a long time, let's start."

But just after he finished speaking, Duan Wenzheng said coldly: "He's injured in his wrist and can't play anymore. If you still want him to play in the game two days later, let him go back to rest now."

"Wrist injury?" Su Yiyu gasped and exclaimed in a low voice.

"It's not that exaggerated." Xue Lan hurriedly explained: "It's just that I accidentally twisted it just now, it really doesn't matter."

"Find someone to make up for it first." Duan Wenzheng said to Meng Weiran incredulously, seeing him turn around and run towards the lounge, Duan Wenzheng then looked away: "If you are worried, just watch from the side. "

Wrist injuries can be big or small, but for an e-sports player, no matter how small the injury is, it is a major matter that needs to be paid full attention to.

Duan Wenzheng has never been a rigid person, and he has never said anything in an orderly tone. At this moment, his sensual words are like an order. Not only did Meng Weiran subconsciously call for someone after hearing his words, but he was still thinking about himself the moment before. Xue Lan, who was in the practice match, couldn't help but sit down in his designated seat in a well-behaved manner, and he didn't dare to make a sound in a well-behaved manner.

Although Qi Siyu looked bad, he didn't say anything after all, and returned to his seat to continue adjusting the equipment.

Xue Lan knew that it was his fault that he left the youth training camp without permission when he should have practiced well, and finally came back with a hand injury. Although his teammates did not criticize him harshly at this moment, he still felt sorry, and a hanging heart fell on him. In the practice match that started hastily after preparation.

Fortunately, Wen Zheng performed exceptionally well in several practice sessions, and every time he was able to play a very smooth tailwind at the beginning of the game. Although the cooperation of his teammates was a little immature, each of them had extremely solid actual combat skills. Should be more solid and ideal.

During this period of training, Xue Lan's slightly suspended heart about the position gradually settled down.

Although their current grades are the worst in the youth training camp, apart from the two high-scoring players Qi Siyu and Meng Weiran, and Duan Wenzheng, the chosen son who never makes half a mistake in major events, Xue Lan is more worried about Su One word and oneself.

But after a few days of training, Xue Lan found that although Su Yiyu's performance in the last individual competition was extremely low and his style of play was conservative, his personal level was very high. Secretly admire.

So now... I just hope that I can stop dragging everyone back.

After that day, Xue Lan felt that her hand injury was almost healed, so she resumed her training progress.It’s just that Duan Wenzheng suddenly changed his mind these few days, and stayed in the training room all day, but when the time came, he had to drive Xue Lan back to the dormitory when it was time to rest.

On the third night, seeing that the first team match was about to start, Xue Lan couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning, so she just got up and sprayed the wound medicine again, planning to go to the training room to practice a few secretly.

The lights in the training room were dimly lit, and there were still people who hadn't left in the middle of the night.

Xue Lan thought maybe Deng Ruiqiu, who hadn't gone to rest, didn't pay much attention, but when he approached the training room, through the transparent glass wall outside the training room, he clearly saw that the person who was still sitting in front of the computer late at night was...

Duan Wenzheng.

Xue Lan's heart skipped a beat, but the footsteps that should have walked in or simply left seemed to have taken root, and she stood blankly outside the training room.

It wasn't until the end of the game that Duan Wenzheng sat on the back of his chair and rubbed his eyebrows, and Xue Lan came back to the training room.

Duan Wenzheng was startled when he heard footsteps, then turned his head and looked behind him: "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Xue Lan walked up to him, looked at this person who was secretly training without sleeping but wanted to "sue the wicked first", couldn't help thinking of what he said before, and said with a smile: "Come get the water."

Duan Wenzheng raised his lips when he heard that. Of course, he didn't ask why this person had to come to the water dispenser next to the training room to pick up water in the middle of the night. He consciously took off the headset, turned it off and got up neatly.

"Just now the fat man said he didn't see you recently, and he wanted me to help you say sorry."

Xue Lan paused when she heard the words, and it took a while to recall where this "sorry" came from.

"That's not his fault, let him not take it to heart."

"En." Duan Wenzheng took the words, simply tidied up the desktop, and walked upstairs to the dormitory with Xue Lan.

They have walked through this dark corridor many times now, but the difference is that the identities of the trainee and the receptionist have been reversed.

Duan Wenzheng seemed to be in a good mood, he walked unhurriedly beside Xue Lan, and looked sideways at the person who got up at night to drink water.

"Like this game so much?"

"kindness."

Xue Lan's eyes were calm, and he didn't express too much surprise at this sudden question, nor did he delve into whether Duan Wenzheng suddenly asked this question because of a whim, or because he discovered that he didn't come to fetch water, but came secretly for practice.

Duan Wenzheng stopped, and asked again seemingly casually: "Why do you want to play professionally?"

"I don't know either." Xue Lan also stopped in her tracks, bending her eyes and said, "Maybe it's because I suddenly found that I have this opportunity to do things that I couldn't do before. Isn't it so useless?"

Duan Wenzheng's gaze was fixed on him for a long time before he suddenly smiled and said, "Is that so?"

Xue Lan hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Duan Wenzheng put his arms behind his head, and walked forward along the long corridor: "It's been long enough to be number one from the bottom, let's change to number one tomorrow for fun?"

Xue Lan was stunned and then chased after him, as if infected by his smile, the lips curved slightly involuntarily: "But if Deng Ruiqiu hears this..."

"What does he do?" Duan Wenzheng said, wrapping his arms around the shoulders of the people around him, and glanced down at his wrist.

He has seen Duan Wenzheng's anomalies these days, and he also knows that Duan Wenzheng is not as indifferent as he appears. He treats every friend around him very seriously. He was kicked off the plane during the training time, but he... sat in this seat instead of himself.

Xue Lan stopped again.

"Thank you, Reset."

Duan Wenzheng raised his lips and looked at him: "Why do you like to say thank you so much, what are you thanking this time?"

Xue Lan was slightly surprised, did he always say thank you?

"You have to show some practical sincerity when you say thank you." Duan Wenzheng looked at Xue Lan's slightly flushed cheeks with the same light look, and the hands on his shoulders also slightly retracted while speaking: "What do you say?" Yes or no?"

Xue Lan lowered her head when she heard this, and carefully took out a candy from her pocket.

Duan Wenzheng raised his eyebrows: "Do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

"No, then first, first owe."

Xue Lan said that she was embarrassed and wanted to turn the candy to eat the candy herself, but just as she peeled off the candy wrapper, the people around her snatched the candy away.

"What kind of candy do children eat at night?" Duan Wenzheng threw the piece of candy into his mouth as he spoke.

"..." Didn't he just say no?

Duan Wenzheng didn't have the slightest remorse for changing his mind, and said lazily: "You take everything seriously, and you are hurt so much because of me. If I ask you for any more rewards, wouldn't I be too brute?"

Duan Wenzheng stood still in front of a room under Xue Lan's dazed gaze as he spoke, stretched out his uninjured hand, and pressed lightly on the fingerprint lock on the door, the corners of his lips were still slightly raised. smile:

"Brother called, I will take you flying tomorrow, huh?"