With this, the gap that has formed between their gold is finally closed.
Jing Yu secretly breathes a sigh of relief, leading Burial Sword back to the bottom of the turret to farm his creeps.
Yet, just as all his abilities have cooled down and he is preparing to receive asdfās next frontal assault, a message pops up in the chat box.
ćEnemyćasdf (Burial Sword) : gg
gg is the short form for āgood gameā.
The winner typically issues āggā to mock the losing side. The losing team types āggā to admit defeat as well as to compliment the opponent on a fight well done.
At the moment, asdfās Burial Sword is at a disadvantage. He typedĀ āggā, clearly admitting his loss.
As expected, not long after this message appeared, asdf surrenders in-game and ends the battle.
Jing Yu blinks dubiously, a bit dissatisfied.
Gold Fish not Salted Fish: Not playing anymore?
asdf: En, Iāve seen enough.
Gold Fish not Salted Fish: Huan Hei! Thatās why I said my Burial Sword is smooth!
asdf: How about another round? This time, Iāll be more serious.
Gold Fish not Salted Fish: ā¦ā¦
Jing Yu immediately backs out, because he knows. Even if asdf had gone easy on him the last round, at the very least, Jing Yu had given his all.
Under a situation where heād given his best shot his but still tied with asdf, it felt like asdf had control of the match from start to finish, the game gruellingly fought. Even if they have a third match, it probably wonāt be any better off.
Therefore, Jing Yu shamefully retreats.
Gold Fish not Salted Fish: No more. Iām tired.
asdf: Okay. You should sleep. When do you have time to drop by our club?
Gold Fish not Salted Fish: Iām free any time of the day.
Any time of the day? Qin Fei pauses for a moment then realizes. He seems to have forgotten to ask after the otherās profession.
20 years oldā¦ This guy should still be in college?
But regardless of whether heās working or schooling, he canāt possibly be āfree all dayā ba?
asdf: More specifically?
Gold Fish not Salted Fish: Iām free every day before 6pm.
Qin Fei raises a hand to grasp his chin ā Free every day before 6pm. In other words, heās not free every day after 6pm? What exactly does this guy do for a living?
Nevertheless, Qin Fei is not overly concerned about this. He just needs to know that the otherās free during the day.
asdf: Then, you can come tomorrow at around 1pm. Bring your identity card along.
Gold Fish not Salted Fish: Okie.
Seeing this reply, Qin Fei sends the clubhouseās address to Jing Yu.
Gold Fish not Salted Fish: Received.
Gold Fish not Salted Fish: About thatā¦ā¦
asdf: ?
Gold Fish not Salted Fish: When I come by tomorrow, will Qin Ge be around?
Qin Fei raises a hand to cover his face, blindly punching out a response with his free hand.
asdf: Yes.
Gold Fish not Salted Fish: Alrighty! Thank you, Da Lao! I will do my best da!
That night, Jing Yu lays on the bed but rolls to and fro, incapable of falling asleep.
To think he will be able to meet his favourite player tomorrow, just the thought of it makes him feel this is all too surreal.
Hence, upon waking the next morning, the very first thing Jing Yu does is to log in to the game, clicking open his chat history with asdf to check: Everything is real, he is not daydreaming. Only then is he able to relax.
āI must leave a good impression on my God.ā
The post-shower, half-naked Jing Yu stands before his wardrobe, dilly-dallying for half a day.
āShould I send a present to him?ā
The finally dressed Jing Yu examines his bachelorās pad. Finding nothing worthy of presenting to his God, he can only go online to surf for suggestions.
āGiving flowers? Errā¦ā¦ Thatās more suitable for girls ba. Moreover, itās so impractical.ā
āNecktie? Scarf? That feels way too personalā¦ā¦ā
āLighter? Ash trays? Donāt know if Fei Ge smokes or not ahā¦ā¦ā
āUndergarmentsā¦ā¦ What the hell am I thinking?!ā
After a round of struggles, taking into consideration that heās not dropping by to meet Qin Fei alone and he canāt buy a present just for him, in the end, Jing Yu purchases a large cake to bring over and share with the team.
Because heās residing in the same S city as pg, Jing Yu sets out at 11.30, but arrives at pgās doors even before the clock ticks 12.30.
Imprinted on the clubhouseās door which gives off a high-tech vibe, there is pgās logo.
In contrast to pgās bloodthirsty nature, pgās logo looks very gentle and soft, even a little adorable. As a matter of fact, even its entire colour is a very soft baby pink, and one can faintly see the outline of a pig.
At the bottom, written in small lettering, red lights highlight pgās full name: play gaily**.
(**Itās in English.)
Play Happily?
Jing Yu is briefly startled. He still thought pgās full name might have something to do with āpigā.
Speaking of which, did he arrive too early? Can he go inā¦?
Jing Yu hovers uncertainly around the entrance. After much deliberation, he still dares not cross the threshold; He can only give up and find another place to rest for half an hour before returning.
Yet, shortly after he makes his decision, Jing Yu turns around and bumps into another person, giving him a shock: āIām sorry!ā
After saying the reflexive phrase, Jing Yu wordlessly backs off to the side, making way for the other. He cautiously lifts his head to appraise the person who heād just bumped into.
That is an extremely handsome man, taller than him by a full head.
The man wears a set of casual clothes thatās full of character. Red interweaving into black, the wide neckline reveals two captivating clavicles.
Gulp.
Jing Yu subconsciously swallows, not because he was entranced by his appearance, but because the manās aura rivets him in place.
The man lightly scrunches his brows. His expression is full of weariness and impatience, as though heād start throwing punches any second now.
Yet, the imagined fist in his mindās eye does not come. Instead, a somewhat cold voice says: āDelivery?ā
āAh?ā Jing Yu is stumped.
The man lowers his head to peer at the cake dangling from his hand. He raises a hand to hold his jaw, lost deep in thought: āIs it someoneās birthday today?ā
Jing Yu finally gets the otherās misunderstanding. With a little difficulty, he explains: āNo, thatā¦ā¦ I, I am here for the interview.ā
āInterview?ā Puzzlement flashes across the manās face for an instant. Then, as if remembering something, he suddenly āah's in understanding, āSalted Fish?ā
āEr-?ā Jing Yu pauses, then shortly registers that the otherās calling him and hastily nods whilst replying, āYes. I am that piece of salted fishā¦ā¦ No, that, my game id is: Gold Fish not Salted Fish.ā
āTch**āā Seeing this flailing youth, Qin Fei canāt hold back from giving a half-suppressed laugh. Heād just come back from lunch, but he didnāt think he would bump into this guy at the entrance.
(**Tch å¤ āChiā. The author described it as ē¬åŗ声ę„, which means to laugh out loud. Itās not as exactly as cheeky as a snicker, but it canāt be described as a smile either. If youāre interested, you can try making the sound rn ā Youāll find your cheeks lifting up :))
Even so, itās only 12.30 now, right? Why did he come so early?
āCome on in.ā Qin Fei hooks an arm around Jing Yuās neck with ease, hauling him towards the door.
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Jing Yu is forced along by Qin Fei to step through pgās door. He still hadnāt gotten the chance to come back to himself, but heās already pushed onto the sofa in the living room.
āItās noon, so the others are still out eating lunch ne. You just sit and wait for a while.ā Whilst saying this, Qin Fei makes off to the water dispenser for a drink.
Jing Yu lowers the cake onto the coffee table before the sofa. He eyes Qin Fei with some anxiety, attempting to guess his identity.
However, guessing, guessing, it detracts his attention entirely ā This person is so good-looking ahā¦.. He canāt possibly be a star or something like that ba?
Hitherto, pgās games have all been online games, so Jing Yu does not know his most cherished Qin Feiās appearance.
Nevertheless, this does not impede his fostering admiration towards Qin Fei. To play such a beautiful battle, even if itās an old uncle, Jing Yu will acknowledge him!
However, e-sports gamers are all quite young, so the likelihood of that happening is quite small.
Whilst heās still distracted, Qin Fei has already brought two cups and sat by his side, handing one to him.
āThank you.ā Jing Yu carefully receives it, sipping a mouthful.
Qin Fei raises his brows ā He had such confidence in the game, with such hunger for victory, and he even dared call him his hubby. Initially, heād thought Jing Yu would be an energetic extrovert, but to thinkā¦..
āWhat is your real name?ā Qin Fei ventures.
āJing Yu.ā The youth does not hesitate to reply. āJing from Jing Ke**, Yu from Universe**.ā
(**JÄ«ng YĒ čå® = čč½² JÄ«ngkÄ (A famous retainer of a Prince in China) + å®å® YĒzhĆ²u (Universe))
āCurrently schooling?ā
āNo.ā Jing Yu shakes his head, pinching the paper cup in both hands. āAfter graduating from high school, I had no money to enter college. Currently, Iām doing live streaming.ā
Oh. So, not being free after 6pm every night is because of his livestreams?
Qin Fei is startled: āYou broadcast your games from Demon Lord?ā
āThatās right.ā
Qin Fei still wants to ask more, but it suddenly becomes noisy outside.
āIāll bet 5 bags of la tiao**! That personās totally a sista!ā
(**La Tiao č¾£ę”: āSpicy Stripsā: A popular snack from China:)
āIn that case, youāre losing for sure. He said it himself. Heās a guy.ā
āA guy calling Fei Ge his Hubby? I donāt believe it!ā
āTsk. I say, the two of you, can you step up your game? Youāve got money to bet, but instead, youāre wagering with la tiao?ā
Three people step through pgās doors whilst chattering. Shortly thereafter, they spot Qin Fei who is sitting on the sofa. And the one beside him isā¦ā¦
āAha! Itās a sista! I won the bet, so hand over my la tiao now!ā A youth bearing a head of blond locks bounces twice in place, pulling on the sleeves of the tall, bulky man beside him.
The bulky man and the other one lift their hands to cover their eyes in silent understanding.
āTheir conversation just now couldnāt have been heard by this new little teammate ba? So awkward.
Jing Yu who is seated on the sofa is also a little lost, not sure if he should stand up or not.
Before he makes his decision, the man at his side slings an arm around his neck: āLet me introduce you guys ah.ā
As heās talking, Qin Fei crosses his legs, jerking his head towards the trio: āThat blond, gender-indiscriminating rascal is called Luo Yiming. Our familyās marksman**.ā
(**our family ę们家: not actual family, Ofc. Its just a way of saying āour teamā)
āone?ā
āCorrect. Heās one.ā Qin Fei dips his head, ā. That guy whoās taller than the Tokyo Tower. Han Leng, Support.ā
āhhh?ā
āEn. Then, there is Ye Zi.ā
āOhā¦ā¦.ā
āYe Zi your sister!**ā Ye Hong is caught between tears and laughter. āWhy do you become so half-assed when itās my turn?ā Having said this, he walks over to plop down upon the coffee table before Jing Yu, smiling as he extends a hand. āHello ah. My name is Ye Hong, pgās mid-laner.ā
(**Your sister ä½ å¦¹: a very friendly way of saying, āScrew You!ā)
Jing Yu takes the otherās hand dazedly, flustered by his amicability: āHelloā¦ā¦ My name is Jing Yu, Jing from Jing Ke, Yu from Universe.ā
After releasing his hand, an epiphany suddenly dawns upon him. His expression transforms into one of disbelief.
pgās mid-laner, marksman, support, theyāre all hereā¦ā¦. then what of their jungler?
He turns his head mechanically like a robot and meets Qin Feiās gaze. His mouth parts, but not a single word comes.
ā Until the other party beats him to the chase by opening his mouth, using a careless tone to answer the question in his heart: āOh, I forgot to introduce myself. I am pgās captain, Qin Fei.ā
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