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Chapter 69
A wave of shock swept through the entire competition venue.
No one could have imagined, no one dared to believe, that this young Chinese team could achieve a perfect comeback from a desperate situation. They shattered the sword hanging over their heads and turned its blade toward their opponents, delivering a fatal blow to their throats.
Everyone witnessed a miracle and a revolution.
Under the dazzling lights, the members of the Titans stood, basking in all the glory, light, and heat pouring onto them. Cheers, applause, and the hoarse, uncontrollable screams of excited fans surrounded them, pulling the four players—still caught in the lingering tension and disbelief—back to reality.
As the players’ platform slowly descended, Yao Sen’s shoulder was suddenly grabbed. His three teammates pounced on him, knocking him out of his gaming chair and sending him tumbling to the ground.
The group scrambled to pull him up, with Wang Yuxi hugging Yao Sen tightly, shouting “We won!” in sheer joy and excitement. Bai Yue and Song Mingzhe had reddened eyes, their expressions tinged with disbelief, as if waking from a dream. Their arms still trembled uncontrollably.
Yao Sen, almost suffocating in Wang Yuxi’s grip, felt his heart pounding wildly. At this moment, in this instant, he knew everything he had done was worth it.
Yao Sen: “…Old Wang, you’re choking me to death.”
Wang Yuxi finally released him, then turned to hug Bai Yue, jumping and shouting with excitement. Song Mingzhe bumped fists with Yao Sen, lips trembling before finally declaring with firm pride, “Boss, we won!” The Odin team had approached them at some point. Ethan stepped forward and clapped Yao Sen’s shoulder heavily, his face beaming with excitement. “My God! Yao! Congratulations! You’re amazing! Awesome! Incredible! This match was beyond fantastic—hell-level fantastic!”
Ethan was so excited that he mixed English and German, having run out of English vocabulary to express himself.
Yao Sen smiled and replied, “We just got lucky.”
“Yao! I wouldn’t call those last two shots luck! You Chinese are too modest!” Ethan praised. “You deserve every bit of praise!” The battle for the championship had finally ended, but a new era of dominance had begun. The name Titans was shouted like a tidal wave. They had created a long-awaited myth in the e-sports world, breaking through fortified walls and turning the tide like a storm.
With the tournament’s champion, runner-up, and third place decided, the names of every member of Titans would now be engraved on the wall of honor, remembered by the world forever.
When Yao Sen and his teammates returned to the players’ lounge, Coach Gou, Manager Guo, Zhou Ziyu, and Jiang Yang, who had rushed over from the audience seats, greeted them warmly.
Coach Gou and Manager Guo both had reddened eyes. The former solemnly patted each player’s shoulder, saying, “Well done, boys.”
Jiang Yang held back tears, while Zhou Ziyu broke down sobbing as he rushed over. Yao Sen, half-laughing and half-crying, comforted him. Looking up, he spotted a familiar figure in the hallway.
The lounge allowed only players and team staff—no media or fans—ensuring they were surrounded only by their closest and most familiar people. Shao Han stood at the corner of the hallway, looking at him. Yao Sen felt his heart tighten and soften simultaneously. At that moment, he finally understood what Lu Kaizhi had once described: the feeling of seeing the person you love most after stepping off the stage. It was the relief and release after shedding all tension, the overwhelming urge to share joy and excitement, and a profound sense of confidence and pride.
Shao Han walked toward him with long strides, tiptoed slightly, and wrapped his arms around Yao Sen’s shoulders and chest. He hugged him tightly, his fingers trembling slightly for the first time. Yao Sen held him close, laughing softly. “Baby, we won.”
“Mm.” Shao Han’s voice was hoarse and choked, his trembling tone softening Yao Sen’s heart further. Shao Han raised his head, his eyes red and shimmering with unshed tears. He rested his head on Yao Sen’s shoulder for a while, quietly wiping away his tears, and murmured, “I knew you’d win.”
Shao Han couldn’t describe how he felt at the exact moment the match ended—nervous, excited, joyful, overwhelmed. All those emotions swirled in his mind, eventually crystallizing into an intense desire to hug Yao Sen tightly.
Shao Han had never wanted to embrace him so much, to feel Yao Sen’s familiar, strong hug in return.
He knew Yao Sen would win. He believed in him. That belief was enough.
When the Titans players exited the tunnel, they were greeted by a sea of people and cameras.
The media had gone mad, eager to get to know the new champions from China.
Many fans were crying while shouting the Titans’ name, jostling in the crowd.
Seeing their fans crying out of joy, the Titans’ eyes turned misty as well. Their reddened eyes only made their fans cry harder. Event organizers quickly stepped in to give the media some space while urging reporters to keep their questions brief, allowing the exhausted players, coach, and manager to rest.
By the time the Titans returned to their hotel, it was already close to 9 p.m.
They hadn’t eaten dinner yet, but none of them felt hungry. Sitting on the sofa, they were still reeling from the final match. Wang Yuxi rubbed his face vigorously. “Did we… really win? Did we really beat Odin? Did we actually take the championship? Are we really the best in the world?” Bai Yue: “How did your slow brain become a champion?”
Wang Yuxi was so elated that even Bai Yue’s sarcastic remark sounded delightful. Slapping the sofa, he exclaimed, “That final match was incredible! Yao Sen, you’re a real man!”
The five rounds of the championship match had already been thoroughly analyzed by media worldwide, especially the deceptive strategy in the final round, which was lauded as breathtakingly bold.
Titans’ endgame tactics were incredibly risky. Misleading a team like Odin required not only strategic positioning and task-switching but also flawless coordination. A single mistake, whether in timing or Song Mingzhe being taken out too early, could have allowed Odin to adjust and counterattack.
But they pulled it off—perfectly.
Since the match ended, Yao Sen had received countless messages and calls—some from his parents casually praising his performance, others from relatives and old teammates offering congratulations.
Even Lu Kaizhi had sent him a message: Lu Kaizhi: Haha, congrats on winning! I knew you’d do it. I wish I could’ve seen Ethan and Kevin’s faces live!
Yao Sen: Haha, thanks, Brother Kai.
Lu Kaizhi: Ah, it really is the young generation’s era now.
Manager Guo brought back takeout for everyone before heading out for drinks with Coach Gou. With the tournament’s final day scheduled for tomorrow—including the consolation match in the morning and the closing ceremony and awards in the afternoon—the Titans players could finally sleep in.
Yao Sen invited Shao Han to share his late-night meal. Shao Han hadn’t eaten dinner either but barely touched his food, often staring at Yao Sen in a daze.
Later, as they lay in bed, Yao Sen turned off the lights and, through the faint glow from outside, saw Shao Han lying beside him, his bright eyes still wide open.
Yao Sen chuckled softly. “Baby, aren’t you sleepy?” “I am,” Shao Han whispered, leaning closer and brushing his soft hair against Yao Sen’s shoulder. “But I want to look at you a little longer.”
Yao Sen sighed deeply, tightening his arm around Shao Han’s waist. “You’re not letting me sleep, are you?”
Shao Han held Yao Sen’s hand, closed his eyes, and replied softly, his voice carrying a hint of peace and satisfaction, “Sleep now.”
Shao Han squeezed Yao Sen’s hand gently, closed his eyes, and spoke in a soft, cool voice laced with calm and contentment: “Sleep.”
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The next morning, the ranking matches concluded successfully, officially announcing the placement of the top 16 teams in the finals. Asian teams, particularly those from China, achieved unprecedented success in this league. Not only did Titans clinch the championship, but Cobra and Noah’s Ark also made it to the top six.
During the awards ceremony, Shao Han stood at the center of his team, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on Yao Sen. When the host announced the champion team, the Titans’ fans erupted into thunderous cheers.
The Titans players draped themselves in their national flag and stepped onto the highest podium, receiving the golden trophy. In that moment, Yao Sen’s eyes sparkled brilliantly. He lowered his head once more and kissed the team emblem on his jersey, his passion unwavering.
If the victory the day before had felt surreal, the medals and trophies in their hands now provided a tangible testament to their hard-earned glory.
This scene marked a brilliant conclusion to the blood, sweat, and tears poured into this competition. With their coronation as champions, Titans had finally ascended to the throne.
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After the awards ceremony, Yao Sen met Ethan and Kevin again. Ethan grinned and said, “Yao! See you at the next tournament! Next time, I won’t let you win so easily. Watch out! And Kevin, you too! I won’t go easy on you either!”
“Sure,” Kevin replied. “You too, Yao.”
From the moment the championship match ended, the news of “Titans’ victory” dominated both domestic and international media headlines. In China, media outlets flooded the internet with stories of their triumph. The final match and awards ceremony videos saw explosive growth in views. Social media platforms celebrated wildly, with banners and profile pictures changed to feature Titans’ slogans and photos. Topics like “Titans Comeback” and “Titans Awards Ceremony” quickly trended.
@EsportsFanXiaoXing: The Titans have won! When I saw Yao Sen draped in the national flag, holding the trophy, and kissing the team emblem, all the fans at the venue were in tears. We wanted to cheer and laugh, but we couldn’t hold back the tears. Fans have waited so long for this moment. No more words are needed—we’ve witnessed a miracle. From now on, it’s the era of @Titans Team!
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The day after the league ended, Titans set off to return home.
When the team emerged from the airport, the waiting fans swarmed forward, holding a large banner that read, “Welcome Titans Home.”
Back at the YiYou Building, standing before the grand entrance, the team felt a comforting sense of home despite only being away for just over a week. The building’s LED screen played their championship video, and small stickers saying “Welcome Titans Home” were thoughtfully placed everywhere.
These days, the entire Titans club was abuzz with activity. Manager Guo was overwhelmed with sponsorship deals and handling the massive prize money. Known for its staggering prize pool, the ‘Break of Dawn Esports World League’ boasted a total prize of $48 million this year, with over 40% going to the champion team. Manager Guo couldn’t stop smiling for days.
Moreover, with new trainee recruitment in August approaching, the club’s pre-registration opened immediately after the league ended. The number of applicants was overwhelming, nearly crashing the Titans’ official website servers.
The Titans club had now risen to the ranks of world-class elite teams, with the players’ values skyrocketing. Yao Sen, in particular, had become the undisputed top-tier esports player globally, earning the moniker “Golden Touch.”
According to Yao Sen’s mother, their relatives, unfamiliar with the industry, initially thought the prize money was only a few tens of thousands of yuan. After looking it up online, they were nearly blinded by the sheer number of zeros—before even converting it to RMB.
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The league was over, and Titans were now the reigning champions. What lay ahead would be even more intense challenges, more thrilling battles, and greater tests of their strength.
But for now, relaxation and celebration were their priorities.
The evening after Titans returned home, the club generously rented out an entire banquet hall for a victory party, inviting all club members, trainees, and staff to join. Coach Gou declared a two-day training break and encouraged everyone to celebrate to their heart’s content.
When the group was about to leave for the banquet hall, Coach Gou noticed that Shao Han from Noah’s Ark was tagging along with Yao Sen. Though he didn’t mind Yao Sen bringing his friends, he couldn’t help but feel it might be awkward for a vice-captain from another team to attend their championship celebration.
Pulling Yao Sen aside, he whispered, “Why’d you bring Shao Han along? Won’t he feel awkward?”
Yao Sen replied earnestly, “Coach, let me ask you this: back when you were competing, if you’d won the championship, wouldn’t you have invited your wife to the celebration?”
Coach Gou replied matter-of-factly, “Of course! She’s my wife!”
Yao Sen smiled faintly. “Exactly.”
With that, Yao Sen turned to find Shao Han, leaving Coach Gou standing there, bewildered.
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At the banquet, the team indulged in authentic Chinese cuisine they had missed during their time in North America. Wang Yuxi, already tipsy after several beers, raised his bottle to pour into Yao Sen’s glass. “Brother! Drink! Let’s not stop until we’re drunk!”
Yao Sen calmly pushed the glass away. “No, I’ve got something important to do later.”
Wang Yuxi blinked, confused. “What could you possibly have to do so late?”
Yao Sen patted Shao Han, who was quietly eating beside him. “This.”
Shao Han looked up at him, puzzled.
“…I can’t take this anymore!” Wang Yuxi groaned, popping open another beer and chugging it.
Bai Yue sighed, “Stop drinking already. If you get drunk, I’ll be the one dragging you back.”
Wang Yuxi’s face was filled with righteous indignation, almost embracing Bai Yue and crying: “Lao Bai! Why does Yao Sen have to bully me for being single! Why!”
Shao Han, perplexed, looked at Yao Sen: “What’s wrong?”
Yao Sen: “Nothing, he’s just jealous.”
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“…Mm… Wait a minute…”
In the hotel bedroom, the lights weren’t bright, only a warm yellow lamp was lit on the bedside table. Shao Han was pressed against the wardrobe door in the hallway by Yao Sen, his T-shirt already pulled up by Yao Sen, revealing a large expanse of milky white skin.
Yao Sen held the back of Shao Han’s head with one hand and his waist with the other, lowering his head to kiss his lips. Shao Han had drunk a little alcohol earlier and was slightly tipsy, his cheeks flushed. Being kissed by Yao Sen like this made him even more dizzy.
Yao Sen’s kiss landed on his neck, with a slight nibbling force. Shao Han gasped softly, the slight dampness on his neck and the touch of the sucking kiss made his body tremble—he had sensed it coming for a while.
Yao Sen gently bit Shao Han’s earlobe, eliciting a slight shiver from him. Yao Sen’s eyes flickered with the dark fire of desire, and he said hoarsely in Shao Han’s ear, “I can’t hold back anymore, baby.”
This “baby” was completely different from usual, like an electric current running through Shao Han’s spine, bringing wisps of warmth. Shao Han turned his face slightly, the tips of his ears flushed, silently acquiescing to Yao Sen’s actions.
Yao Sen pushed Shao Han into the bed, kissing all the way from his chest to his smooth lower abdomen. His long, warm fingers stroked Shao Han’s skin, his fingertips barely grazing Shao Han’s nipples. Shao Han let out a short, tense gasp, making Yao Sen’s heart burn with impatience.
Yao Sen moved his hand behind Shao Han, raising his legs, and wrapped both hands around his buttocks through his jeans.
Yao Sen really liked Shao Han wearing jeans. The slightly rough fabric encased two soft, supple, and elastic mounds of flesh that would bulge out from between his fingers with a light squeeze.
Yao Sen had already noticed while kissing him that Shao Han had the fresh, soapy scent of shower gel; he must have showered before coming.
He took off Shao Han’s pants. Shao Han clutched the sheets tightly, his smooth, long legs together, his cheeks flushed, but his eyes shone with a hazy drunkenness. This time, Yao Sen had naturally prepared everything. He patted Shao Han’s waist and whispered, “Baby, turn around.”
Shao Han bit his lip lightly, and finally turned around. His smooth back, narrow waist and dimples, along with his rounded buttocks, fell into Yao Sen’s eyes. He could almost feel Yao Sen’s burning gaze on him, almost igniting him.
It had been a while, so proper lubrication was necessary. A cool, slippery sensation suddenly came from his backside as Yao Sen’s fingers touched his private area. Shao Han exhaled slowly, his ears burning, his body still trembling involuntarily.
Yao Sen carefully prepared him, then leaned down and kissed his lips. Both Yao Sen’s hands and lips were hot, and Shao Han trembled violently, his body involuntarily softening in that heat.
Yao Sen’s fingers stirred his warm, wet flesh, and he could clearly feel that Shao Han was getting into the mood quickly today. Perhaps because he had drunk a little alcohol, his body was relaxed, obediently surrendering to him completely.
When he was sufficiently prepared, Yao Sen kissed Shao Han’s slightly moist eyelashes, released his own burgeoning arousal, tore open the condom packet, and put it on. He lifted Shao Han’s hips and entered him.
The wet, soft passage offered almost no resistance, and the surrounding supple muscles eagerly crowded around, tightly around Yao Sen.
Shao Han let out a high-pitched cry, his body tensing for a moment, his chest heaving, his breath trembling, and it took him a while to recover. Yao Sen fought back the urge to ravage him and asked hoarsely, “Does it hurt?”
It did hurt a little; Yao Sen’s large member stretched him open, but the alcohol in his system dulled the pain, replaced by a tingling numbness and an itch deep inside.
Shao Han shook his head, his knees still trembling on the bed, his clear voice laced with a hazy longing: “It’s okay…”
Yao Sen moved slowly in and out, kissing Shao Han’s nape and shoulders. The thick hardness brushed against the sensitive spot inside him, and Shao Han moaned softly, a dense pleasure spreading from deep within, making him feel somewhat adrift.
Yao Sen loved Shao Han’s voice so much that he wanted to hear every kind of sound he could make, like now, as if a usually aloof cat suddenly wanted to be petted, making his heart burn with impatience.
Yao Sen’s movements were gentle, perhaps to let him adjust. Shao Han’s upper body was close to the soft bedding, his waist curved downwards in a beautiful arc, his buttocks raised, moving slightly with Yao Sen’s slow, grinding thrusts.
Shao Han’s lips were slightly parted, his mind clouded by lust and the slight intoxication. He knew that Yao Sen was holding back for him, and he liked Yao Sen’s gentleness, but he also wanted Yao Sen to feel this pleasure.
Yao Sen suddenly felt Shao Han’s hands grip his arms, which were supporting his head. A wet, soft sensation slid up his fingers and knuckles.
Shao Han’s tongue darted out from his reddened lips, licking lightly across the back of Yao Sen’s hand, then kissing his wrist bone softly.
Shao Han felt Yao Sen’s member swell inside him, tremble slightly, and pressed his hot cheek against the back of Yao Sen’s hand. Yao Sen’s eyes burned with a deep flame. He stroked Shao Han’s cheek in return, his index and middle fingers pressed against Shao Han’s lips, then separated them to the sides.
Yao Sen’s fingers slipped inside, his fingertips gently teasing Shao Han’s tongue and the soft inner walls of his mouth.
Yao Sen’s other arm powerfully lifted Shao Han’s hips, thrusting himself deeply inside. The sensitive nub inside was suddenly crushed, and Shao Han cried out, unable to suppress the sound as Yao Sen held his lips apart. The heightened cry was like a heavily struck piano key, with a trembling tail.
Yao Sen thrust hard and fast, the walls of his passage clenching and unclenching, the wet sounds of their joining echoing. Lubricant was squeezed out, only to be driven back in by Yao Sen’s next thrust.
Shao Han had never been taken so fiercely by Yao Sen. His knees were knocked forward, and his whole body flushed a sensitive pink. He breathed heavily, his moans broken and intermittent, his hands gripping Yao Sen’s arms like lifelines, his head against the pillow, his eyes wet.
“Ah! Mm…” Shao Han was brought to tears by the dual stimulation of Yao Sen’s member and fingers. He tugged at Yao Sen’s arm, murmuring, “Don’t… my tongue… I’m afraid I’ll bite you…”
Yao Sen withdrew his fingers and started playing with Shao Han’s nipples instead, the thrusting below never stopping. A fresh wave of tingling pleasure spread through his chest, and Shao Han bit his lip hard.
Yao Sen, noticing this, pulled Shao Han’s forward-leaning waist back as punishment, then thrust hard against his sensitive spot, chuckling softly, “Baby, don’t bite your lip.”
Pleasure shot through Shao Han’s brain. He cried out slightly as Yao Sen suddenly flipped him over, pressing his legs back against his shoulders, his most private parts exposed. The sight of his entrance still clinging to Yao Sen’s arousal made Shao Han incredibly ashamed, his face burning hot. He raised his arms to cover himself, but Yao Sen caught his wrists first.
His wrists were pinned to his head, leaving him helpless against Yao Sen’s relentless thrusts. Shao Han’s head tilted back, exposing his white throat, and his moans escaped unchecked. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, his hips numb, wanting Yao Sen to slow down, but unable to form the words.
Intense waves of pleasure washed over Shao Han. He climaxed after one of Yao Sen’s hard thrusts, tears streaming down his cheeks, his body trembling uncontrollably. The afterglow left him completely limp.
Yao Sen bent down and kissed Shao Han’s lips, then turned him on his side, bending one leg. Without giving him much time to rest, he began a new round of taking.
Shao Han looked at Yao Sen, his chest still heaving, his eyes glistening with tears. He knew he probably wouldn’t be spared tonight, but he couldn’t refuse Yao Sen. He could give him everything he had; he loved him, loved him so much.
Shao Han unconsciously reached out to Yao Sen, seeking some support in the surging waves of pleasure. Yao Sen immediately grasped his hand, their fingers interlacing tightly.
Yao Sen raised Shao Han’s hand and kissed the back of it, his lips infinitely tender, but his movements below were intensely forceful. Shao Han gasped for breath, his body at Yao Sen’s mercy, his flushed eyes both pitiful and inviting.
Shao Han thought vaguely that he would definitely sleep in late tomorrow… as for exactly how late, he no longer had the capacity to care.
Translator’s Note: Okay first of all, WOW like seriously. The chapter started out as feeling of pride and emotion and ended with me feeling weak in my knees.
Honestly it felt like a crime that this novel wasn’t completed like seriously. I you want more such novels you can check out my other translation called Love Games on Novelupdates. It is also about online gaming and it is also a BL.
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