| Marry Me, I'm Super Well-Behaved [Esports] (MARRY ME) |
Ning Nanzhou steadied himself by holding onto the bathroom handle, the short skirt fluttering and revealing a large expanse of pale legs.
He tugged the skirt down, feeling murderous towards Chen Dongdong: “If you ever send me something like this again, I’ll disown you as a brother!”
“Damn! That’s too much!” Chen Dongdong sounded aggrieved. “I’ve sent you women’s clothing before, and you didn’t say anything! Have you found a new love, and our friendship has faded?”
Ning Nanzhou took a deep breath and hung up the phone. If he listened any longer, he wouldn’t be able to resist killing his friend.
He slowly looked at the WeChat records; his two photos were extremely eye-catching.
How was he supposed to explain that he didn’t mean to send such photos ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!
Should he say he accidentally sent it? Would the other party think he had a special preference? Should he say he was doing an advertisement?
He looked at the photo that focused solely on his legs; that would make it even harder to explain!!!
In the end, he decided to tell the truth and sent it with a flushed face.
[Did You Study Today] I didn’t mean to send that kind of photo! My friend mailed me women’s clothing, and I thought it was from you—that you wanted me to model it. I really don’t usually wear stuff like this!
This time, the reply came quickly.
[Chi Yu] Which friend?
He hadn’t expected Chi Yu to focus on that detail, but considering the other man’s restrained nature, it wasn’t surprising.
[Did You Study Today] My childhood friend who’s studying in the UK. We grew up together, and he often sends me weird things.
[Chi Yu] No matter how close you are, you shouldn’t wear clothes like that.
The tone was like a lecturing parent. Embarrassed, he sent back an "Understood," hoping he hadn’t left a bad impression.
Meanwhile, on the other end of the phone, Chi Yu stared at the photo for a long time.
In the picture, the young man wore a short skirt with his legs clad in white knee-high socks, straight and perfectly proportioned. Even as his left hand tugged the hem downward, it couldn’t hide the dazzlingly pale thighs, leaving too much to the imagination.
His gaze lingered on the boy’s slender waist before he cursed under his breath and got up to head to the bathroom.
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Ning Nanzhou tried to brainwash himself into forgetting the incident as he turned on his computer and logged into his livestream.
The moment he went live, the chat exploded.
[This streamer has no manners—he called me a duck! Everyone, stop watching his streams!]
[This streamer has no manners—he called me a duck! Everyone, stop watching his streams!]
[This streamer has no manners—he called me a duck! Everyone, stop watching his streams!]
Xiao Qiao had been dragged into tryouts all afternoon and finally found a chance to expose South at night, wanting everyone to see his true colors.
The guy’s bio even said, "Chi Shen and I are celebrating our golden anniversary." How could their captain possibly like someone like that?
But the chat reacted like it was nothing new.
[Hasn’t he always been rude? Why even bother exposing this???]
[Is this a reverse psyop?]
[Check the profile—it’s a burner account.]
Ning Nanzhou knew exactly who it was. Raising an eyebrow, he shot back, "Didn’t you say you were forced to meet random men?"
Xiao Qiao wanted to type, "I was forced into tryouts!" But worried about being doxxed, he could only weakly reply, "Th-that still doesn’t mean you can call me a duck!"
[LMAO, you’re forcing me to meet different random men, but I’m not a prostitute.]
[Your district’s livestreams never fail to amaze me.]
[I knew your district had a lot of male escorts, and the male streamers in the dance section are practically begging for it, but I didn’t realize there were this many.]
Xiao Qiao, who had hoped the livestream would bring justice, was fuming. Like master, like followers!
Just then, Chen Dongdong called again. Ning Nanzhou pretended not to see it.
Unable to ignore the persistent calls, he answered irritably, “This better be important.”
“It’s not that important,” Chen Dongdong said softly. “I was just worried you were really mad at me. I promise I’ll never send you stuff like that again, okay? Don’t be mad.”
Chen Dongdong was a spoiled rich kid with no ill intentions, his voice always gentle and coaxing. Ning Nanzhou gave a cold “Hmm.”
“I knew Xiao Zhou was the best! I’ll come see you during winter break.” Chen Dongdong cheered, then suddenly paused. “Oh, by the way… your mom hasn’t contacted you, has she?”
Ning Nanzhou’s fingers froze over his account login. After a moment, he replied, “No.”
“Good.” Chen Dongdong sighed in relief. “After how they treated you back then, even if she begs now that you’ve gotten into Shanghai University, don’t pay her any mind.”
Ning Nanzhou fell silent.
He didn’t know how to tell his sheltered friend that even after getting into Shanghai University, Qi Yidan had never begged for him to come back—she already had a perfect new family.
But sensing his friend’s genuine concern, he murmured, “No matter how much she begs, I won’t go back.”
After hanging up, he stared at his phone for a long time before picking up his thermos and taking a pill.
He was already in the mood to curse someone out, and as luck would have it, someone had posted his mocking remarks about Qin Yong online, drawing a flood of Qin Yong’s fans to his livestream.
[“Congrats on Qin Yong leaving FKW”? “Can beat Qin Yong with one hand”? What kind of idiot is allowed online these days?]
[Do you even know my brother’s achievements? Three cup championships, seven league titles, two World Championships as MVP. If Chi Yu hadn’t stopped him from playing Ranger, he could’ve been FMVP at Worlds.]
[Isn’t this the Chi Yu fanboy who trended before? Desperate to suck up to his idol for a chance to get laid.]
If he hadn’t read the detailed analysis Chi Yu had written, he might’ve thought Qin Yong had at least half a brain.
But after seeing page after page of meticulous breakdowns, knowing how much effort Chi Yu had poured into the team, how much of Qin Yong’s so-called glory was just inflated nonsense?
He fired back one by one:
“What kind of idiot is allowed online these days? Yeah, I’m talking about you, dumbass.”
“Three cup championships, seven league titles, two World Championships—I’m dying of laughter. Top gold but bottom damage, and still has the nerve to call himself the best domestic Top Laner? ‘Wouldn’t let you play Ranger’? First, you’d have to actually know how. A 27% win rate with your brother’s trash-tier brain?”
“And one thing I need to clarify seriously.” The boy’s tone turned grave. “I don’t need to suck up to anyone to get laid. I’m already begging for it every day. Got a problem with that?”
Qin Yong’s fans were stunned by his shamelessness.
[You keep talking about getting laid—aren’t you ashamed?]
[Don’t give this guy attention. Talks big like he’s the best in the server, but turns out he’s just Diamond.]
[If he’s the best in the server, I’ll call him Daddy!]
[I’ll call him Grandpa!]
Ning Nanzhou watched the fans clamoring to be his "sons" and raised an eyebrow in agreement: "Fine. If I rank up, you call me daddy. If I don't, I'll call you daddy."
Off-screen, Xiao Qiao felt complicated emotions. Though he disliked South as a person, seeing him get ganged up on for defending Chi Yu still stirred some sympathy—especially since South's voice sounded slightly hoarse.
Just what kind of bewitching potion did our captain slip him?
Acting on impulse, he sent a private message.
[Captain Never Retires] You and Chi Yu have no chance.
Ning Nanzhou had just finished his verbal brawl with Qin Yong's fans and was baffled by the message.
[South] ?
Xiao Qiao knew this would be hard for him to accept. In a rare act of generosity, he extended a helping hand.
[Captain Never Retires] I saw you’d have to call people daddy if you lose. Since I’m magnanimous, I’ll help you out. Want to duo queue with me?
As a top-tier Support in the League, Xiao Qiao rarely initiated duo requests—usually, others begged him. He expected South to be overwhelmed with gratitude, but the brat replied:
[South] You’re too trash
???!!!
Just as he was fuming and about to type back, a gentle voice sounded behind him: "Xiao Qiao, what are you doing?"
Xiao Qiao startled. "I’m scouting for a new Top Laner. Captain, you have no idea—after Qin Yong left, so many people are saying our team is just a bunch of weaklings and we won’t even make playoffs."
"Does that require checking during training hours?" Chi Yu calmly declared, "One extra hour of practice today."
Xiao Qiao glanced at Chi Yu, then at South’s profile signature, and cursed inwardly again: Fans really do take after their idol.
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Ning Nanzhou didn’t actually think Xiao Qiao was bad—Supports naturally struggled in 1v1s. His main concern was getting exposed.
Besides, the new ranked season was easier than he’d expected. He hit Master in one night without needing a duo. After washing up, he fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, a phone call woke him. A deliveryman’s voice came through: "Your package is here, student."
Still groggy, he went downstairs to retrieve it.
Given past incidents, he stiffened upon receiving the parcel and then double-checking the sender before opening it. Inside was a small box.
He exhaled imperceptibly—only to freeze upon opening it. Nestled inside was an exquisite platinum necklace.
Engraved on it was Chi Yu’s English name.
Suddenly, Chi Yu’s words echoed in his mind: "Send me a photo." Was he supposed to take a picture wearing this necklace?
But it felt… like being branded as his possession.
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