Glory [e-sports]

translator: xiin

editor: apricot

How to put it?

Close’s mood was probably similar to his light arcs.

Other than Little Xiao, others couldn’t really sense it.

Happy or unhappy.

Nervous or tranquil.

They were all the same. Even without mentioning Mo Hui, it was difficult for Chen Feng, who’d been with him for so many years, to judge his emotional state.

Only Wei Little Xiao could tease the great demon king until his eyes held a smile and also manage to notice that the great demon king’s mood wasn’t right.

Wei Xiao had been very busy these past few days. He’d been busy with testing all kinds of attachment for the soul warlock, testing various ways to get used to things, and all kinds of methods in order to build up physical memory of operations.

At this moment, he left behind all his training and slipped out of the training room to find Lu Feng in his study.

As FTW’s results grew better and better and as they played more and more games, there was also more and more club business to deal with.

Even if there was a division of labor and cooperation amongst various departments, as the head, Lu Feng still had to keep a handle on everything and go over everything at least once.

Close’s energy levels weren’t like that of an ordinary person. This was a truth that Wei Little Xiao could attest to!

Wei Xiao took a cup of watermelon juice with him and slipped in.

Lu Feng lifted his gaze. “Hm?”

Wei Xiao sat on the edge of the desk, casually set down the watermelon juice, and supported himself with one hand as he leaned towards him. “President Lu, rest for a while?”

Lu Feng set down the documents in his hand and looked at him. “What, tired of training?”

Wei Xiao was close enough that he could nuzzle in lightly and kiss him on the neck.

Wei Xiao had come to coax him, but he ended up being coaxed until his legs were soft instead.

He calmed his heart, then said, “Captain, the eight into four game is tomorrow.”

As soon as he said this, Lu Feng’s hand that was holding his waist paused slightly.

This tiny gap was something that only the attentive and careful Wei Little Xiao could detect.

Lu Feng replied, “Mm.”

Wei Xiao came down from the desk and slipped into his arms, wrapping his own arms around Lu Feng’s neck to look at him. “Nervous?”

Lu Feng looked into his eyes. “What’s there to be nervous about?”

Wei Xiao: “Being afraid of losing…”

Lu Feng rubbed the tip of his nose. “Are you afraid?”

Wei Xiao lowered his eyelashes and didn’t make a sound.

Lu Feng’s heart grew soft.

Wei Xiao was never afraid in front of anyone else. He wasn’t scared of the heavens or the earth, and he was even less afraid of the competition!

But in actual fact, he was afraid. He was more scared than anyone else.

If they couldn’t win the championship… Ning Zhehan, Yue Wenle, and Bai Cai would all have other chances.

What about him?

What about Close?

What about FTW?

What could they do with the terms of that ridiculous bet hanging over them?

Wei Xiao couldn’t afford to lose.

Lu Feng knew what he was thinking. He spoke gently, “Don’t be scared, it’ll be fine.”

Wei Xiao had really come to coax his boyfriend, but his boyfriend was coaxing him instead. He even grew smug and wanted to take advantage.

Lu Feng: “……”

Wei Xiao spoke quietly. “I heard that making love… helps relieve stress.”

Lu Feng held him down. “Don’t mess around.”

Wei Xiao wanted to mess around. “I’m under a lot of pressure now. I need to relieve it!”

Lu Feng exhaled deeply and stared at him.

Wei Xiao: “Okay, okay…” Aggrieved.

Lu Feng shook his head helplessly and kissed him between his eyebrows.

Wei Xiao was still thinking about what he’d come for. He looked at him again. “Captain, what about you?”

Lu Feng knew what Wei Xiao was asking.

There was something off with his mood. He could hide it from everyone else, but he couldn’t hide it from Little Xiao.

But when it came to talking about it, he also didn’t know what to say.

Wei Xiao was clever and got right to the heart of the matter. “Are you worried about Captain Yuan?”

He would only address Yuan Ze this way when he was being serious.

Lu Feng: “……”

There was no need to say more. His expression was enough for Wei Xiao to understand.

This understanding made him feel like his heart had been stuffed with a large marshmallow. It was sweet, but a little bitter.

Such a good Close, such a gentle Close, how had Wei Xiao managed to encounter such a person?

He’d even fallen in love with him and found a home in his heart. He’d taken over and wouldn’t let go!

Ever since he’d come to FTW, Wei Xiao often felt both a sense of invincibility and luck.

Wei Xiao whispered, “It’s alright, Teacher Yuan is very strong.”

Wei Xiao was able to guess most of Lu Feng’s concerns.

L&P vs FTW.

Regardless of whether it was Yuan Ze or Lu Feng.

There were similarities to be found.

They were all worried about each other.

Yuan Ze was sure that he could win. He didn’t want to personally eliminate FTW and didn’t want to be the one to defeat Close.

No matter how many times he provoked him openly, no matter how much he seemed to look down on FTW, he’d always been concerned internally.

Why did he pay so much attention to Wei Xiao during winter training camp?

Because he wanted Close to have teammates. He wanted FTW to be able to stand up again, and he wanted Close to find glory.

But now…

He was going to personally suppress this rising sun, cut off their hope and ruin the achievements they’d made with their efforts so far.

When he thought of these things, Yuan Ze’s heart felt very stifled.

And Lu Feng was thinking that Yuan Ze didn’t have it easy.

It wasn’t easy living alone in North America. It had been difficult for him to gain a foothold in L&P, and Yuan Ze had lost to Y1 last year. He’d been under great pressure from his entire competition zone. This time…

If L&P stopped at the top eight and went back to North America, Yuan Ze would be flamed to death.

So, Lu Feng’s mood was very complicated.

Win? They had to win.

Neither side could give in.

But they also couldn’t let it go.

Wei Xiao’s heart felt sour and sore. “Yuan Ze isn’t that fragile.”

Lu Feng replied, “Mm.”

“Really!” Wei Xiao looked up at him. “He’s probably afraid of beating you into tears!”

Lu Feng: “……”

It had to be said that Wei Xiao was very good at reading people. He twiddled his fingers and spoke words that weren’t far from Yuan Ze’s real thoughts. “… He must feel that he’ll definitely be able to win and that it’s cruel that he has to eliminate us. Maybe he’s having difficulty bringing himself to do it.”

As he spoke, Wei Xiao got more fired up. “That Old Bandit must be looking down on us in his heart!”

Lu Feng: “…………”

Wei Xiao grew more and more energetic. “He must feel that he has a 100% win rate and his position in the top four is stable. He must feel that he can beat us up and kick you down, that he’s invincible and confident and no one in the world can…”

His words were too amusing. It made Lu Feng’s mouth unconsciously curve up.

Wei Xiao stood up and stopped bothering Lu Feng. “Captain, you continue working. I’ll be back soon.”

Without waiting for Lu Feng to ask, he answered first, “I’m going to go find Yuan Ze!”

Then, he dropped fierce words of his own. “If he dares to take it easy, I’m going to scold him for a whole year!”

He’d arrived quickly, then left just as fast.

But the suffocating feeling Lu Feng had been feeling over the past few days had cleared up after this visit from Wei Xiao.

What was the point in thinking so much about it?

It had been three years. Hadn’t they been waiting for this moment?

Wei Xiao really went to go and find Yuan Ze. He poked him on WeChat and the two of them started double queuing.

Yuan Ze played carelessly, both lazily and sloppily.

Wei Xiao disdained him. “You can’t be thinking that your eight into four is a guaranteed win.”

Yuan Ze felt uncomfortable in his heart, but the words from his mouth were still angry. “When the time comes, don’t get so angry you sweep us out the door.”

Wei Xiao: “Ha, ha.”

Yuan Ze: “Are you really going to vent your anger?”

Wei Xiao: “Dream on!”

Yuan Ze: “……”

Wei Xiao snapped at him. “Play well in the game. If you do badly, don’t even think about stepping into FTW again in this lifetime.”

It wasn’t that he’d be kicked out if he won, but that he’d be driven away if he didn’t play well.

Yuan Ze groped around the desk and couldn’t find a cigarette. He could only use his fingers to type: “Confidence is a good thing, but if you want to win…”

Wei Xiao interrupted him. “This isn’t something you need to worry about.”

Yuan Ze: “……”

Wei Xiao was merciless as he spoke word by word. “Yuan Ze, who are you looking down on? Am I, Wei Xiao, not worthy of having you put in the effort, or is my captain unworthy? Or is the whole FTW team not worthy of having your L&P fight seriously?”

Yuan Ze was choked half-dead by his words.

Wei Xiao had even harsher words to deliver after that. “Don’t say that I didn’t remind you, how old are you? Don’t you have some understanding in your heart?”

Yuan Ze: “……”

Talk properly, why mention age!

Wei Xiao had poked right to the heart of the matter. “You’re already someone who is counting down the years for every year you play, yet you don’t cherish every possible opportunity! Are you so sure you can play against my captain next season!”

Yuan Ze couldn’t help but curse.

Wei Xiao continued, “You wanted to fight against my captain three years ago, right? What’s going on? It’s been three years; have you become more and more of a coward?”

All his life, there had only been incidents of Yuan Ze flaming others. This had been the first time he’d been rendered speechless by someone else.

Wei Xiao shot out another sentence. “I f*cking envy you. If I had an opponent like Close, I’d wake up smiling every day!”

This sentence thoroughly woke Yuan Ze up.

The feeling that had been weighing down on his heart and hadn’t been able to be cleared by countless cigarettes was smoothed out with this sentence.

Worry faded. Concern was superfluous.

What broke through was long lost passion.

Yeah.

Yuan Ze had wanted to win against Lu Feng three years ago.

Yuan Ze hadn’t been satisfied with the Little Close from three years ago.

Three years ago, he’d wanted to defeat this talented and arrogant stinky brat.

Later on…

Yuan Ze breathed lightly, his fingertips itching slightly. “Envy me?”

Wei Xiao: “Yeah!”

Yuan Ze’s lips curved. “So you mean to say that, you think I can’t do it?”

He was Wei Xiao’s current opponent.

Wei Xiao replied loudly, “Yes, you can’t!”