FCY Chapter 167

The Romance of Esports Players

The Romance of Esports Players

When Cen Xi went up, Luo Yan was still asleep. He gently placed the porridge on the table, afraid of waking Luo Yan.

They slept in a neatly made bed last night, while the other bed was messy.

Cen Xi thought about it and decided to clean up the mess first, letting Luo Yan sleep a little longer. Although Luo Yan didn’t need to train these days, Cen Xi was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable after waking up, so he stayed by his side watching over him.

After Cen Xi cleaned up the mess on the other bed, Luo Yan turned over, muttering something in his mouth, his hand constantly feeling left and right. After not finding what he wanted, he slowly opened his eyes.

“Brother,” the voice was soft and glutinous with a hint of hoarseness, making people’s hearts itch.

“Awake?” Cen Xi helped Luo Yan up. “How do you feel?”

“Hiss~” It hurts a bit.

“Brother, I’m hungry.” Luo Yan ignored Cen Xi’s question. How did he feel? Could he say that? He couldn’t say it, no matter how much it hurt, since he was the one who seduced him.

“Brush your teeth first, I made porridge, the temperature should be just right to drink now.”

The air conditioner was on in the room, so the porridge wouldn’t get cold too quickly.

“Okay, carry me there.” Luo Yan pouted coquettishly. He had just tried it, and Cen Xi had been too rough, so much so that he could feel the soreness in his legs with every slight movement.

Cen Xi picked up Luo Yan in one swoop. “Is your hand okay?”

In the end, lust overcame reason, and he didn’t even consider Luo Yan’s injured right hand.

“It’s fine, I’m perfectly fine all over.” Luo Yan, whose mouth was the only thing that was tough right now, shouted fiercely, trying to cover up his lie with his momentum.

“Alright,” Cen Xi gently pinched Luo Yan’s waist, a burst of soreness spread throughout his body, ruthlessly exposing Luo Yan’s lie. “‘I’m perfectly fine all over,’ really? Baby?”

This was a foul. Luo Yan looked at Cen Xi’s eyes, which were helpless but full of doting, and completely fell into them. In his eyes and heart, there was only Cen Xi, and the more he looked, the more he liked him.

The sound of water rang in his ears, and a toothbrush was stuffed into his mouth. Cen Xi put Luo Yan down, supported him, and carefully helped Luo Yan brush his teeth, wash his face, and put on clothes, enjoying it, like he was dressing up a delicate little figure.

After Luo Yan drank the last mouthful of porridge in the bowl, he stretched out his left hand towards Cen Xi. Cen Xi understood what Luo Yan meant. “Don’t you want to rest more in bed?”

“No, Zhu Zi told me yesterday to guide Qing Lu a bit. Qing Lu’s current level is not low among many players, but it is not top-notch. He is one year younger than me, and there is still a lot of room for improvement. I will try to cultivate a successor, after all, this hand is an unknown.”

Luo Yan said these words with a smile, as if he really wanted to find a successor, as if he had let go of his hand injury, and as if a surgery had taken away all his fear and pain about the possibility of not being able to play in matches again.

“Yan Bao, you can’t cultivate a successor, I’m still waiting to fight alongside you until the end of time.” Cen Xi picked him up and touched his face. No matter how Luo Yan hid his emotions, he could see the most real him in his eyes.

His Yan Bao was not unafraid, nor was he really letting go of his persistence. He just didn’t want to bring his emotions to those who were working hard for the World Championship, just wanted to let them prepare for the World Championship with peace of mind.

Which esports player doesn’t insist on stepping onto the competition stage? None. Esports players will dedicate their youth to their goals, unless they are blinded by interests, unless their bodies really can’t bear it, unless they are surpassed by the younger generation, otherwise they will definitely fight to the end on the competition stage, with their blood, with their passion.

“Okay, brother.”

Luo Yan responded to Cen Xi’s invitation, to fight together until they were old, exclusively.

The tedious team training was staged every day. Although Luo Yan hadn’t touched the computer during this time, his mind had never stopped thinking about competition tactics. When guiding Qing Lu, he understood Qing Lu’s style like a real coach and came up with some tactics related to the four of them in coordination with Wu Xinming, Wu Xinshen, and Cen Xi’s styles.

He knew very well that his hand was an uncertain factor. What if he really couldn’t play later… He had to work hard now to maximize Qing Lu’s existing skills, to the extreme, which would make Qing Lu an uncertain factor on the field.

Moreover, during this time, he had gained some different things while guiding Qing Lu. He wanted to try his idea after his hand recovered.

Finally, his right hand was free, and the doctor allowed him to train for one hour a day.

After more than ten days, Luo Yan missed his partner so much. Although he could see it every day, the feeling of touching it with his hand and training with it was ultimately different.

On the first day, Luo Yan regained his feel in one hour…

On the second day, Luo Yan secretly trained for ten minutes overtime and was caught by Cen Xi…

On the third day, Luo Yan began to train in his newly conceived technique. Because Cen Xi and the other three were in training matches, everyone was immersed in them. No one cared about Luo Yan. Three training matches lasted for an hour and a half, and Luo Yan trained by himself for an hour and a half. Finally, Cen Xi, who had already tasted the sweetness, couldn’t bear it any longer and taught him a lesson in bed…

On the fourth day, Luo Yan was paralyzed in bed and unable to get up. Zhu Zi hadn’t forced him to train in the first place. Since he didn’t go down, no one cared about him…

On the fifth day, Luo Yan continued to train…