Cheng Yu held the beef rice in both hands. He didn't even have time to take a sip. Hearing Shen Zheng's words, his mind stopped and he was dumbfounded.
Shen Zheng turned on the light and the room was bright. He looked Cheng Yu up and down with a smile on his lips: "Is it cold?"
Cheng Yu lowered his head and realized that he was only wearing underwear.
He had come out wrapped in a bath towel after taking a shower, but now the bath towel was entangled with the quilt, and he had forgotten about it.
"Fuck!" Cheng Yu panicked, holding the beef rice in his hand, unable to cover anything.
Shen Zheng turned off the light again.
Shen Zheng took off his coat and gave it to Cheng Yu, "They are all men, why are you ashamed?"
He tightened Cheng Yu's collar and pressed his palms against his abdominal muscles: "You have a pretty good figure. Have you practiced?"
Cheng Yu trembled and almost stopped breathing.
"No." He stepped back and pressed his back against the door, feeling weak for no reason. "What are you practicing for? I am strong and strong, born with it."
"It's very good." Shen Zheng approached him, his nose was close to him and said, "It still smells like sweet orange. Bring me a bottle next time. I like your taste."
"You, you..." Cheng Yu was forced to raise his neck. He didn't know where to put his eyes. He was still holding beef rice, "Do you still want to eat?"
"Eat." Shen Zheng took the beef rice in his hand and put it aside.
Cheng Yu just relaxed and took a breath, and Shen Zheng came closer again.
He held his breath again.
"Tell me the truth." Shen Zheng put his palm on his waist, very gently, "Do you really feel sorry for Yu Hao?"
"I feel bad or not, I just..."
Meeting Shen Zheng's extremely serious eyes, Cheng Yu suddenly realized something.
The curtains in the room were drawn, leaving only a finger-wide gap, and the moonlight drew straight lines on the wall.
The two of them were immersed in the thin night, and the surroundings were so silent that they could hear each other's breathing.
Even in the darkness, Shen Zheng's eyes were still bright.
"What is it?" Shen Zheng rubbed Cheng Yu's chin with his other hand. He lowered his eyes and frowned slightly, "I told you, I am very happy to have you here."
"Very happy." He added, wiping Cheng Yu's lower lip with his thumb.
"Shen Zheng." Cheng Yu grabbed his wrist tightly, "Play a solo game with me."
Shen Zheng suddenly came back to his senses. He couldn't control himself tonight and seemed to have gone too far.
"Don't be angry...what?" Shen Zheng asked uncertainly, "What did you just say, solo?"
"Yeah." Cheng Yu's throat tightened and his eyes were firm, "Right now, let's go downstairs and have a solo session."
As long as he wins, Shen Zheng will never leave this room tonight.
"Why do you want to go solo suddenly?" Shen Zheng didn't understand, "Did I scare you?"
"No" Cheng Yu shook his head, "I have wanted to win you for a long time."
Shen Zheng was still a little confused. Was it the atmosphere was wrong, his posture was wrong, or he bought the wrong beef rice?
Solo? alliance? game? Just want to play games now?
He began to doubt his previous judgment. Cheng Yu might be... different from him.
"Let's eat first." Shen Zheng took Cheng Yu's hand from his waist, turned on the light and said, "After you finish eating, you will be solo. I will stay with you for as long as you want."
"I won't eat anymore." Cheng Yu turned around and opened the door, but failed.
"I locked it." Shen Zheng sighed and smiled helplessly, "I want to wear some clothes as a solo, be obedient, and eat first."
"No." Cheng Yu took off his coat and gave it to Shen Zheng. He went to the bedside and took out his pajamas, put them on two or three times, then folded them back and opened the door.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Shen Zheng grabbed his wrist, "You and I won't leave tomorrow."
"Urgent, too urgent." Cheng Yu held Shen Zheng's hand and pulled him out, "Don't let me go for a while, otherwise I will kill you."
Although he didn't understand, Shen Zheng still let him pull him and promised him: "Okay, I will listen to you."
The two went downstairs and returned to the training room.
Lingle was about to turn off the computer when he saw them coming back and asked doubtfully: "Didn't he go to bed for a surprise training?"
"No." Cheng Yu walked in and went straight to Lingle's seat, "Lend me your computer."
Cheng Yu and Shen Zheng's computers were next to each other, and they were playing in a SOLO match, so their positions were inappropriate.
Sensing something was wrong in the atmosphere, Lingle stood up and moved out of the way, looking at Shen Zheng and then at Cheng Yu: "What's wrong?"
Neither of them spoke, they sat down in silence, logged into the game, opened the custom mode, and each chose a hero.
Seeing this scene, Lingle felt no longer sleepy.
This is the rhythm of solo!
Cheng Yu vs. Shen Zheng is a match you can’t watch even if you spend money.
Without saying a word, Lingle moved a small stool and sat between the two of them. He looked at Shen Zheng's screen for a while, then at Cheng Yu's side, not wanting to let the camera go for a second.
Lingle watched the previous two World Solo Championships, and the simple summary is that in front of Shen Zheng, there is no one who can beat.
It’s not against anyone, everyone participating in the competition is a younger brother.
Lingle forgot to breathe while watching the two of them competing. He was more nervous watching the team's entertainment solo than in the World Championship.
Both sides were operating to the extreme, and Lingle couldn't bear to blink.
In the end, Shen Zheng won. He had only twenty drops of blood left, and Cheng Yu slowed him down with a normal attack.
"Fuck!" Lingle took a deep breath and returned his soul. He looked at Cheng Yu's back and suddenly realized that after playing so many long games, he still underestimated Cheng Yu.
What kind of monster is this? It was almost killed by Shen Zheng alone.
Cheng Yu looked at the countdown to resurrection on his black and white screen, and his brain was stiffer than cement poured into it.
Eyes drooping, he saw that his hand holding the mouse was shaking.
The second before he lost the game, he thought he had won. His heart beat faster in his chest and his adrenaline surged.
But now, he is like a general who has fallen short and lost the battle, unwilling and unbelievable.
A little, just a little bit.
"One more game." He said in a hoarse voice, "I can definitely beat you." Shen Zheng didn't say anything and started the second game.
Cheng Yu lost faster in the second round. Lingle, who was watching from the back row, could see that Cheng Yu was anxious.
"Slow down Cheng Yu, the boss has a very stable mentality." Lingle patted him on the shoulder, "You must be stable and put aside the thought of winning him."
"No more fighting." Shen Zheng dropped the mouse and stood up, "There's something wrong with your mentality. You can't play to your true level. Go back to eat first."
"Don't eat." Cheng Yu frowned. He stood up, his face darkened, "You can eat it yourself."
"Are you angry?" Shen Zheng caught up with Cheng Yu and grabbed his wrist, "You played very well. The keyboard and mouse are not your usual ones, so it will have an impact."
Cheng Yu stopped and took a deep breath. He took out his hand, shook off Shen Zheng and asked, "Change the peripherals and fight me again."
Even Lingle could tell that something was wrong with the atmosphere. This was not an entertainment solo game.
"There will be a game against Ah Wei tomorrow," Lingle whispered, "How about going to bed early?"
"Fight or not?" Cheng Yu asked Shen Zheng again.
"I won't play." Shen Zheng replied firmly, "You can't play well now if you change peripherals. After the game tomorrow, I will practice with you."
"No more plans." Cheng Yu shook off Shen Zheng and went upstairs angrily.
Cheng Yu returned to the dormitory and locked himself in the room. The more he thought about the match just now, the more unwilling he became. There was only 20 drops of blood, a few tenths of a second difference.
I don’t know how long it will take to practice to make up for this gap of a few tenths of a second.
Cheng Yu took the beef rice, opened it, took a bite, and called Shen Zheng a bastard.
You don't even accompany him in solo matches, that's rubbish.
He didn't find Shen Zheng to play solo on a whim. In Shen Zheng's first professional game that year, he won the MVP in a high-profile and beautiful manner. Because of his great looks and popularity, the host asked him about his criteria for choosing a spouse.
Shen Zheng said: "You can beat me in solo competition."
Everyone thought it was a big rejection.
Only Cheng Yu was serious.
Originally, Cheng Yu wanted to beat him in this year's World Solo Championship, but when Shen Zheng put his hand on his waist just now, he couldn't bear it.
He wanted to now.
Immediately, immediately.
Put him on the bed.
"Annoying." Cheng Yu chewed his rice hard.
"Dong dong dong"
Cheng Yu didn't say a word. Today the King of Heaven came and he didn't open the door either.
"Dong dong dong"
"Dingle bell."
Cheng Yu's WeChat message rang.
He touched it and saw that it was Shen Zheng.
Shen Zheng: "You, you swallowed all my food?"
Cheng Yu: "..." Day.
The door opened, Shen Zheng came in, turned around, and locked it.
A set of movements flows smoothly.
"What are you doing?" Cheng Yugang took out another box of beef rice, "Go away, you don't have your own room?"
"Not tonight." Shen Zheng didn't take the meal and threw himself directly on Cheng Yu's bed, "Can I stay here for one night?"
"No." Cheng Yu ignored him, put the rice aside, and continued eating, "Wait until I beat you."
"Why?" Shen Zheng raised his head with his arms and couldn't figure out what Cheng Yu was thinking.
"No reason, you will know when I win you." Cheng Yu thought to himself, making you unable to get out of bed.
Shen Zheng didn't ask further questions. He dug out the pajamas that Cheng's mother bought for him, took a shower, changed into them, and got into bed directly.
Cheng Yu came back from brushing his teeth again and saw someone in his bed, helpless.
This is not a swan flying into its mouth...
Flowers buried in...
Meat buns...
Fuck, forget it.
"Sleep calmly at night." Cheng Yu lifted the corner of the quilt and lay down next to the bed. "If you dare to kick me, your legs will be broken."
Shen Zheng turned off the light.
The room fell back into darkness, Cheng Yu tried to get as close to the bed as possible, and distanced himself from Shen Zheng.
Otherwise, he was afraid that he would not be able to control what he would do to Shen Zheng.
Holding the corner of the pillow, Cheng Yu laughed in his heart. Shen Zheng was just a little white rabbit and had no idea what situation he was in.
After defeating him, he will understand how great he is who restrained himself tonight.
"Cheng Yu." A warm palm rested on Cheng Yu's abdominal muscles, "Come here, be careful of falling. Don't worry, I sleep well."
While Cheng Yu clasped Shen Zheng's hand, Shen Zheng used a little force to easily bring him from the edge of the bed to the middle of the bed.
He even felt that at that moment, his entire body seemed to have been picked up by Shen Zheng's hand.
(End of chapter)