It was unheard of in all of Dawn of the Apocalypse history.
Without a doubt, this was LGW’s lowest point in time.
However, what did the original owner do during this period? Upon entering LGW, without any hesitation in this problematic situation, he incessantly bothered Wen Yan, who was already under the most pressure.
It was no surprise that in the end, when he was mercilessly expelled from the team, he received a lot of readers’ sighs of pleasure.
“I’m sorry.”
With that in mind, Xue Lan’s heart felt heavy. Meng Qi’s sobs were heard.
With these thoughts in mind, Xue Lan’s heart weighed heavily. Meng Qi’s sobs became audible.
“I’m truly sorry. I’m really sorry to all of you.”
“What’s the use of apologizing to me? You should say it to A-Yan!”
“Yes, I’m sorry to you and also sorry to A-Yan.” Meng Qi’s voice quivered, seeming to have suppressed his tears. “I have no other choice. I’m not a good teammate… But LGW still has A-Yan and yourself. I will be watching you whenever you win the world championship.”
“You don’t need to,” Zhou Kanqing said in a cold tone. “Just keep being a good father.”
After saying that, Zhou Kanqing turned to leave. Xue Lan heard his rapid footsteps approaching. With no nearby hiding spots, he had no choice but to abandon his principles, dragging his luggage and pretending to pass by casually by chance.
Just as he reached the corner, he and Zhou Kanqing ran into each other.
“Wait.”
Xue Lan pretended as if he were clueless, intending to leave after sending a slight nod toward him. But Zhou Kanqing stopped him.
Xue Lan could only halt in his tracks, remaining calm as if he didn’t hear any of their conversation.
“What is it?”
Zhou Kanqing maneuvered to stand in front of Xue Lan. He still had a dark, cold air from the earlier argument as he said, “I know what you’re thinking.”
His words sent Xue Lan’s heart racing with nervousness. Uncertain if he had been detected, he tightened his grip on his luggage, trying to maintain composure as their eyes met.
“LGW is not a place for you to engage in dishonest deeds. I hope the previous incident will not happen again.”
Zhou Kanqing’s words caused Xue Lan’s gaze to freeze. He realized that Zhou Kanqing hadn’t stopped him because he discovered Xue Lan overhearing their conversation. Instead, it was due to a misunderstanding from the semi-professional tournament incident. Zhou Kanqing mistakenly believed that Xue Lan had covertly taken a photo of him and Wen Yan, subsequently posting it online.
“It really wasn’t me who sent that picture last time,” Xue Lan said earnestly. “I didn’t have the chance to explain it to you. I also wasn’t aware of that picture and didn’t expect someone to take a photo and post a super topic. Moreover, I genuinely came to LGW to play professionally, and I hope you believe me.”
Zhou Kanqing’s expression remained unsettled, but he no longer said much. “I hope that’s the case.”
He intended to go past Xue Lan and leave after saying that, but Xue Lan stopped him. “Why didn’t you tell Wind?”
“What?” Zhou Kanqing furrowed his brow, growing impatient.
“Since you thought that I took Wind’s picture and posted it online with ill intentions, why didn’t you tell him?”
“A-Yan has his own judgment on this sort of matter.” Zhou Kanqing seemed unwilling to delve further into the matter, turning around and departing.
Xue Lan watched his back, but he suddenly remembered Duan Wenzheng told him —
Zhou Kanqing took the Internet cafe keyboard that the owner was about to discard.
Xue Lan sank into a thought. The “him” in the past had gone to great lengths to capture Wen Yan’s attention — taking numerous secret photos, trailing his car, and even publicly declaring to be Wen Yan’s girlfriend. As Wen Yan’s friend, Zhou Kanqing should naturally detest such behavior.
Maybe Zhou Kanqing didn’t harbor as much disdain toward Xue Lan as it seemed.
Perhaps… Zhou Kanqing didn’t carry the same contemptuous attitude toward many people as he outwardly projected. His tongue may indeed be poisonous, but he was actually someone who would stand by “his people” and protect them.
And Xue Lan, he —
Had inadvertently been considered part of “his people.”
It was such a pity that the “Xue Lan” who joined the team then did not understand.
He completely failed to perceive Zhou Kanqing’s intentions and efforts to become a genuine teammate, ultimately letting down everyone’s trust.
Xue Lan observed Zhou Kanqing’s retreating figure and called out to him again —
“Thank you.”
Zhou Kanqing froze as if doubting his ears. He turned around, casting a strange glance at Xue Lan, who remained standing at the corner. With an expression that suggested he had seen a ghost, Zhou Kanqing briskly walked toward his room.
Unexpectedly, as he took a step and glanced back for the third time, about to enter his room, he seemingly encountered a genuine “ghost.”
“What the fuck?!”
Zhou Kanqing, preoccupied with looking back and unaware of his surroundings, collided with someone in his carelessness. Startled, he took a few steps back before recognizing the person.
“Duan Wenzheng, are you a fucking ghost?!”
“I’m a ghost?” Duan Wenzheng mused, arms folding behind his head. “Is it not your heart that entertains a ghost?”
“…”
Zhou Kanqing observed Duan Wenzheng was, indeed, merely sauntering past as he nonchalantly prepared to make his exit without uttering another word. A sigh of relief escaped Zhou Kanqing. Just as he reached for the door, Duan Wenzheng’s voice resonated from behind him —
“Oh, right. You no longer need to be concerned about Exist. His ties with Wen Yan have dissolved because —
“Right now, I’m his boyfriend.”
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