At 11 PM, everyone was still stuck in the practice room. The amount of training had increased recently, and after a few consecutive days of it, everyone looked a bit tired.
Except for Jian Rong.
He wore a focused expression, and his brows were furrowed very slightly. âXiao Bai, give me a speed boost and shield, Iâm gonna tower dive and kill their mid lanerâŠâ
Before he could finish, Xiao Baiâs Lulu raised her magic wand. With a thunk, he slaughtered the minion right in front of Jian Rong.
Xiao Bai: ââŠâ
Jian Rong: â.â
Xiao Bai: âIf I said I was extremely sleepy so I rubbed my eyes and then gripped my mouse a little too hard so I accidentally killed your minionâwould you believe me?â
Jian Rongâs in-game character froze in place for quite a few seconds before it continued pushing forward. He spat out coldly, âThree.â
Xiao Bai said, stupefied, âThree what?â
Jian Rong: âSince I joined the team, youâve stolen three minions from me in total.â
â??â Xiao Bai regained his energy. âAre you a grudge-holding spirit?!â
Jian Rong said frostily, âWho made you run over to my mid lane to sleepwalk? Canât you go screw over Pine?â
Pine: âNo. Iâm a solo laner tonight, you guys do whatever you want.â
âPlay properly. Itâs the last match, after this we can rest.â Lu Boyuan checked his gold. âI need 200 more gold to buy Black Cleaver, we can team fight once I get it.â
Jian Rong withdrew when he heard that. âCome eat this wave of minions at mid, Iâm going back to base.â
âOkay.â
â?â Xiao Bai felt like this was unreasonable. âI eat one of your minions, and you write my name down in your grudge book, but when my ge comes, you immediately let him have a whole wave of minions??â
Jian Rong paused. âDid you not hear him? Heâs 200 gold away from buying Black Cleaver.â
âIâm also 200 gold away from buying Ardent Censer, so what?â Xiao Bai said seriously, âThereâs no such thing as idols in practice matches. Please be a little more professional, donât bring your love for my ge into the gameâŠâ
Lu Boyuanâs champion halted for a second before he directly and efficiently cleared the wave of minions.
âLike hell Iâm bringingâŠâ Jian Rong grinded his teeth. âI just look down on supports, thatâs all, and I donât want to let supports have any gold. What about it?â
âDamn.â Xiao Bai said, âIâm gonna repeat what you just said in its entirety to your fans who play support. Youâre finished.â
Though Jian Rong said that, he still ended up flashing in and saving Xiao Bai in the ensuing team fight, at the cost of being instakilled by two clicks of the enemy mid lanerâs spells.
Xiao Bai said, touched, âOn behalf of supports, I forgive youâŠâ
âNo need.â Jian Rong opened the shop to buy items. âDoing this makes me seem a little weaker, this way the opposing team wonât target me when weâre playing against them in a match.â
Xiao Bai: â.â
Right after they won the game, Ding-ge walked in and announced that their training was finished for the day. He told them to go downstairs to eat midnight snacks.
âIâve already played two mahjong games, and you guys only just finished practice?â Fu-ge was sitting on the sofa, watching TV. At the sound of movement, he didnât bother looking over as he said, âCome, eat midnight snacks. I got someone to buy a little seafood.â
He said âa little,â but in reality, the coffee table was almost completely covered by red plastic bags filled with all kinds of processed seafood.
Originally, Jian Rong wasnât very hungry, but his stomach couldnât help but grumble once he smelled the fragrance of salt and pepper.
They sat down directly on the carpet and started eating.
âI heard Lao Ding say that you guys are guaranteed to enter the playoffs?â Fu-ge lit a cigarette. âIf you play well in the spring season this time and place in the top three, Iâll give everyone a big red envelope.â
Ding-ge instantly said, âWhat top three? Weâre aiming to be the champion.â
âIf you become the championâŠâ Fu-ge pondered briefly. âIn addition to the red envelopes, Iâll also give each person a car?â
Jian Rong: â?â
Lu Boyuan looked down to see their teamâs mid laner get smashed by the car that dropped from the sky, after which Jian Rong became distracted and proceeded to viciously prick himself on the thorny shell of the mantis shrimp. He sucked in a breath through his teeth from the pain.
Jian Rong was indeed distracted. He was thinkingâ
What color car should he pick?
He had to find some time to get his driverâs license.
He would probably have to spend some money to buy a parking spot tooâŠ
As he was lost in his thoughts, someone grabbed his wrist and tugged it over.
Lu Boyuan wrapped a napkin around Jian Rongâs index finger and pressed his thumb, through the napkin, against the place where Jian Rong was bleeding.
Driverâs license, parking lot, whatever, it all flew out of his head immediately. For a few short seconds, Jian Rong was only able to feel the warmth of Lu Boyuanâs finger and the sound of his own heartbeat.
âBoss, youâre amazing!â At once, Xiao Bai felt like the seafood in his hand was no longer appetizing. âThen Iâm done eating, Iâm going to practice. Boss, decide what car brand youâre gonna buy from first, and Iâll let you know which car I want right after the spring season is over!!â
Xiao Bai was hauled back by Pine, who asked coolly, âWith your playing condition tonight, who are you trying to screw over in ranked? Eat first.â
Yuan Qian rubbed his hands. âDoes that mean Iâll have my wedding car?â
âItâs your car, you guys pick. You can choose anything thatâs under two million, I wonât intervene.â Fu-ge propped his elbow up on the couch cushion, the words ânouveau richeâ written all over him. âSince itâs Xiao Qianâs wedding car, you can pick a more expensive model⊠what kind of car does Xiao Lu like?â
Lu Boyuan released Jian Rongâs finger. After confirming that it was no longer bleeding, he threw away the napkin and looked up. âAnythingâs fine.â
Fu-ge nodded. âThatâs true, itâs not like you need a car from me. What about the little bluenette? Little bluenette, you got a car yet?â
The little bluenette was called out twice, and he silently retracted his hand. âNot yet.â
âThen think about it carefully. After all, this is your very first car.â Fu-ge finished off his cigarette before he patted his thighs and stood up. âOh right, I lost track of time playing mahjong. If I go back now, Iâm going to be scolded by my wife, so I have to stay the night. Iâll tell her tomorrow that I was playing games here⊠One of you should clear out your room for me.â
Everyone else was startled.
Ding-ge promptly said, âI can take you to a hotel outside.â
Fu-ge shook his head. âThat wonât do, my wife is extremely clever. Sheâll check my hotel reservation history, and it doesnât work if someone else uses their identity card either⊠in short, sheâll always be able to find out. Also, I donât feel like going through all that trouble.â
Xiao Bai reminded him, âBoss, we have guest rooms in our base.â
âI know.â Fu-ge threw away his cigarette. âI looked at them earlier. Those guest rooms look like theyâve been unoccupied for several centuries now, they smell too strongly and the beddingâs dirty. Uninhabitable.â
As Fu-ge spoke, he really did end up going upstairs to pick a room.
Xiao Bai instantly howled, âBoss my room is full of stinky socks!! It smells even worse than those empty rooms!!!â
Yuan Qian also said, âBoss, my room isnât too convenient either. My toilet is broken, property management is only coming to fix it tomorrow.â
Pine said calmly, âI donât have a bed in my room, Iâve been sleeping on the floor these past few days.â
Lu Boyuan contemplated for a moment. âIâŠâ
âActually, Iâve already made my decision.â Fu-ge said, âIâm staying in Xiao Luâs room, his bed is big. Xiao Lu, go and squeeze with someone else tonight?â
Half an hour later, Jian Rong stared at the extra pillow that appeared on his bed, feeling a bit lost.
Outside his door, Ding-ge was saying in a lowered voice, âBoss drank some alcohol earlier in the evening and fought a little with his wife, so just let him sleep in your room. Iâll tell the auntie to change out your bedding tomorrow.â
Lu Boyuan went silent for two seconds before he said, âGot it.â
Ding-ge nodded. He was about to leave when he saw Jian Rong pick up his blanket in the room and survey the floor.
Ding-ge frowned. âJian Rong, what are you doing?â
Jian Rong didnât look up. âFinding the best location for me to sleep on the ground.â
âYou donât have to.â Lu Boyuan said, âThis is your room. If anyone should be sleeping on the ground, itâs me. You sleep on the bed.â
Jian Rong didnât even think about it. âHow could I make you sleep on the floorâŠâ
Lu Boyuan lifted an eyebrow. He was about to say something, but he was interrupted by Ding-ge.
âAi, thatâs not itâŠâ Ding-ge was bewildered. âWhatâs wrong with two grown men sleeping in the same bed? Why does someone have to sleep on the ground??â
Jian Rong stared blankly.
Lu Boyuan turned his head and glanced at him, seemingly accidentally.
Ding-ge didnât notice that anything was amiss. âDo you think itâs too crowded? Jian Rongâs bed is a bit smaller, but thereâs more than enough room for both of you to fit⊠itâs already harsh enough on your bodies sitting in front of the computers every day, if you go and sleep on the floor too, do you even want your back anymore? Listen to me, just squeeze together for the night, nobodyâs allowed to sleep on the floor!â
After Ding-ge left, Lu Boyuan closed the door and looked back to see Jian Rong still standing in his original spot, hugging his blanket. For some reason, he seemed a little silly.
Lu Boyuan restrained a smile and negotiated with him, âIâll sleep on the ground.â
Jian Rong refused at once. âNo.â
Lu Boyuan said, âIn that case, letâs sleep together.â
In short, there was no option for Jian Rong to sleep on the ground.
Jian Rong didnât move or speak. A beat later, Lu Boyuan understood something, and he picked up his pillow before he started to put it on the groundâ
ââŠletâs sleep together then.â Jian Rongâs left hand gripped his blanket while he energetically raked through his hair with his right hand. He ducked his head and didnât look at Lu Boyuan. âBut I donât have good sleeping habits, if I do something in the middle of the night⊠you can just kick me straight off the bed.â
In reality, Jian Rong didnât know how he behaved after he fell asleep either, but every time he woke up in the morning, more than half of his blanket could usually be found on the ground. His posture was also always different from the position he had fallen asleep in.
After returning the blankets and pillows to their original positions, Jian Rong absent-mindedly picked up his clothes and went to shower.
Lu Boyuan came over after showering in his own room first. He sat down on the bed and answered a few messages before he couldnât help but lift his head and look around Jian Rongâs room.
It was much messier than it had been when Jian Rong first moved inâwell, it couldnât be called messy; it now contained the aura of someone living there.
Two pieces of clothing were thrown over the back of a chair. A hat was slung casually over the headboard, and the desk was a bit chaotic. Jian Rongâs phone sat crookedly on his bed.
Meanwhile, the wooden coat rack that the clothing items and hats shouldâve been hung up on was completely bare. The only thing hanging from it was a pair of underwear.
White with black edges, quite small in size. Action Mask1 was printed on the back, and it looked like Jian Rong had just taken it back to his room not too long ago after air-drying it.
Lu Boyuan paused, averted his eyes, and lowered his head to continue replying to texts.
Soon after, he heard the water stop in the bathroom.
Then, five minutes passed.
Ten minutes.
Fifteen minutesâŠ
Lu Boyuan tossed his phone onto the bed, stood up, and picked up the article of clothing from the coat rack before he knocked on the bathroom door.
The person inside asked swiftly, âWhatâs wrong?â
Lu Boyuan said, âOpen the door.â
A moment later, the bathroom door was opened. Nearly all the steam inside had dissipated already. Jian Rong tilted his head to the side, revealing half of his face; his wet hair stuck to his forehead, and the depths of his eyes glistened slightly. There were still drops of water stuck to the tip of his nose and his eyelashes.
Lu Boyuan met his gaze quietly for a few seconds. Then, he held up the underwear in his hand.
He was holding it very politely, only pinching one corner. He didnât touch any other part of it.
Jian Rong, who had searched through his pile of clothing for quite some time and was unwilling to face the reality that he had forgotten to bring underwear in with him: ââŠâŠâŠâŠâ
Jian Rong numbly took the underwear from Lu Boyuan and squeezed out a âthank youâ from his throat.
Lu Boyuan lowered his eyes. âMn.â
It took Jian Rong two seconds to realize that Lu Boyuan was staring at his⊠Action Mask. ââŠdiscount, 70% off, thatâs why I bought it.â
Lu Boyuan gave another âen.â
Jian Rong: âReally, my other pairs donât have this kind of design on themâŠâ
Lu Boyuan blinked, and then laughed.
Jian Rong watched him laugh, while he himself froze completely on the spot.
What the fuck am I saying?
âPretty cute.â Lu Boyuan consolingly gave him a final evaluation and said, âPut them on, then come out and sleep. We still have practice tomorrow.â
Jian Rong exploded a little.
However, he could only explode internally; he didnât dare to display a bit of it on the outside. He put on his clothes, exited the bathroom, got in bed, and turned off the lightâthen, he laid there flat on his back like an ancient mummy, placing both hands interlocked with each other over his stomach.
There was indeed enough room for both of them on Jian Rongâs bed. There was even still a fairly wide gap remaining between them.
Lu Boyuan was already asleep. His breathing was steady, and his blanket rose and fell very slowly.
Jian Rong let out an extremely long exhale before he pursed his lips and decided to sleep, but when he closed his eyes, his mind was full of the image of Lu Boyuanâs hand holding his underwear.
That was a world championâs hand!!! Like hell your damn underwear has any rights!!!
Feeling a bit of deja vu over those words, Jian Rong cursed in his head before he reached out and rubbed his face.
A few seconds later, something suddenly vibrated.
Jian Rong was startled, and it took him quite a while to realize that it was coming from the phone that he had thrown onto the bed.
He subconsciously stretched his hand under the blanket, searching in the direction of the vibration. Then, he gripped onto a warm and soft source of heat.
This sensation was one that Jian Rong had felt a mere hour ago.
As if he had touched something that couldnât be touched, Jian Rong instantaneously released Lu Boyuanâs hand and rapidly picked up his phone to turn off vibrations. He dropped it on the table without even bothering to check his messages, before he closed his eyes and forced himself to fall asleep.
Jian Rong practiced the most every day, and also the hardest. Approximately half an hour later, Jian Rongâs breathing thoroughly evened out.
In the darkness, Lu Boyuan slowly opened his eyes, and his fingers, which had just been held, twitched very slightly. A long time passed, but the sensation on his fingers still didnât dissipate. Just like the scent of milky shower gel lingering in the room, its presence was scorching and potent.
After an indeterminate amount of time went by, he finally closed his eyes again and regathered the strands of sleep.
Just as he was about to fall asleep, the person next to him shifted.
Recently, Shanghaiâs temperature was going back up, so the base didnât turn the heating on anymore. Late at night, the temperature inside was less than 20 degrees Celsius2.
When Jian Rong moved closer, for once, Lu Boyuan was stunned.
Jian Rong really wasnât trying to be modest when he said that he had an awful sleeping posture.
He liked to kick off his blankets while sleeping, but in this kind of weather, if his hands or feet were exposed outside, it was very easy for him to wake up from the cold. As a result, the dreaming Jian Rong reflexively sought out the only warm thing on the bed.
Their arms pressed together underneath the blanket. This turn of events happened too quickly, so Lu Boyuan didnât even think to dodge him.
Jian Rong had already changed to sleeping on his side. His head drooped downwards, and he pressed his forehead against Lu Boyuanâs shoulder. In order to find a comfortable spot, he even rubbed his face against him.
Lu Boyuan was wearing short sleeves, so Jian Rong rubbing against his shoulder didnât actually matter that muchâŠ
Jian Rongâs arm was very slender, but he had still ended up putting some meat on his bones.
Jian Rong had an impulsive temper and spoke harshly, but his body was exceptionally soft. Fingers, arms, ears⊠all of it.
Lu Boyuanâs Adamâs apple bobbed lightly, and he shut his eyes. A few seconds later, he frowned and opened his eyes again. He lifted his hand and carefully placed it over Jian Rongâs forehead before he very gently nudged him back towards his own spot.
Jian Rong ducked his head, and Lu Boyuanâs fingers sank into his hair.
Lu Boyuan looked down at him for a moment before he ruffled his hair with extreme helplessness and decided to give up.
Then, Jian Rong suddenly bent his leg and hooked it upwards, the way he usually did when he was hugging his pillowâhe didnât manage to hook onto anything; he only stroked very lightly against Lu Boyuanâs calf.
Lu Boyuanâs breathing caught in his throat, and one⊠countless not so good thoughts emerged in his head.
He was given a start by these thoughts, but at the same time, he vaguely felt like it was to be expected.
Every second passed by particularly slowly at night. Some unknown amount of time later, Lu Boyuan spoke: âJian Rong.â
His voice was hoarse, and he said, âIf you donât get up soonâŠâ
If he didnât get up soon, then what?
Lu Boyuan was momentarily stalled.
In that beat of silence, Jian Rong abruptly moved.
Lu Boyuan thought that he had woken up, but unexpectedly, Jian Rong only lifted his chin a bit. His eyes were still closed as he murmured, âZhuang YibaiâŠ
âFive minionsâŠ
âYouâre deadâŠâ
A cartoon superhero from a manga ^68 degrees Fahrenheit ^
Yan: Thank the heavens, thank the earth, thank you Ding-ge for giving us the There Is Only One Bed trope *bows three times*
Wei: Letâs all praise Ding-ge, unwitting matchmaker~