Chapter 185

Tang Qi entered the restroom and saw Ye Chi standing at the partition door, dressed in REAL team uniform. He paused, startled. Ye Chi heard footsteps and turned around. Their eyes met briefly. Tang Qi hesitated, and Ye Chi’s expression was serious, brows furrowed tightly. After Ye Chi nodded at him, Tang Qi awkwardly nodded back respectfully and watched Ye Chi leave. Only then did he notice Mo Yin’s keyboard and mouse on the sink.

“MY?”

Tang Qi cautiously called out.

“Yeah.”

Mo Yin’s voice sounded somewhat hoarse.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Interview’s coming up.”

“I’ll be right there.”

Tang Qi hesitated. “Should I put your keyboard and mouse back for you?”

“Thank you.”

After confirming no one else was in the restroom, Mo Yin walked out.

If Ye Chi, Tang Qi, or anyone else had seen Mo Yin in his current state, they would surely have been shocked.

Mo Yin washed away the blood from his fingers and under his nose. He lifted his face to the mirror. His complexion was odd, with a faint redness all over his face and a flushed nose tip, as if he had a lingering high fever. Yet his expression seemed unusually content.

Antagonists, of course, are destined to make enemies of the whole world.

So, it’s quite normal.

The winners’ group interview, with questions from the media below.

“I’d like to ask MY, during the first team fight, when the Q of the Bright Moon Sky led to the team’s collapse, were you nervous? There were several mistakes in today’s game; was there any factor affecting your performance on the field?”

There was silence on stage as Tang Qi carefully handed Mo Yin the microphone.

“Not nervous. No factors.”

The media below continued to press, “Today, you won the battle for the top spot against REAL, and DSG’s record of consecutive wins in a single game was also broken. MY, what are your thoughts?”

“No thoughts.”

The interview was synchronized online, sparking a direct fight in the comments among viewers.

“Uh, is it necessary to be so arrogant? Can’t handle losing?”

“Lost to a bunch of dogs, NMGLB, who won 2:1, shout it out loud?”

“Who broke the defense upstairs, I won’t say, hehe.”

“Is REAL’s lineup so expensive even with Air Q alone? Is winning 2:1 against a grassroots team that glorious?”

“Hahaha, no big deal, a genius mid-laner from the underdog team emerges, and when there’s trouble, it’s a grassroots team. Mai Bao’s annual salary is tens of millions, some people have low net worth, don’t they?”

“Can you explain what Air Q is? When under pressure, he transforms—just say it straight, why argue?”

“I let you down two waves and you’re still bragging. What’s wrong? Can’t accept it? Don’t accept hanging.”

“You’re so awesome, why don’t you not lose, just lose a small game? Fans follow the main character, still so arrogant.”

“Winning one game and thinking you’re invincible, fans follow the main character, cheap and shameless.”

“…”

The fans on both sides were originally at odds, and with DSG winning so much and so fiercely, the volume of their fans was too large. Normally, there were quite a few frictions with fans of other teams. Fans of other teams were usually pressed to the ground, and they took the opportunity to fight in the muddy waters, causing a big commotion.

Whether it’s the teams, the media, or the fans, no matter how fierce the public opinion battle is, the ultimate consensus conveyed by this game is that a team capable of defeating DSG has emerged.

It was already late when they returned to the base, nearing midnight after reviewing the game again.

“Everyone worked hard in today’s match. Get some rest.”

The coach finished speaking, and the players got up one after another.

Throughout the review, the coach deliberately avoided mentioning Mo Yin’s last mistake, and Mo Yin himself didn’t bring it up either. The teammates tacitly kept silent.

In fact, it’s normal for players to make mistakes—they’re human, not machines. Who can say they’ve never made a mistake in a game?

But Mo Yin’s mistake was strange, and it was a rather basic one, giving a weird impression.

It was like witnessing a god descending from the pedestal.

There was a faint sense of instability.

Even teammates from the same team didn’t dare to comfort him rashly, fearing that such comfort might also cause offense.

Mo Yin didn’t seem to need anyone’s comfort.

They dispersed, and Mo Yin didn’t go out for a run or exercise tonight. After returning to his room, he took a shower, still feeling the heat on his body. The cold water washed away some of the intense heat, but his body, unable to bear the strain of mental exertion, still lingered in the aftermath of intense physical movement.

Mo Yin emerged from the bathroom with wet hair, completely naked, his bare feet padding on the floor. The air conditioning was set to 16°C, cooling down the heat generated by the frenzied flow of blood in his body.

On the table, his phone screen displayed a missed voice message from Ye Chi and a WeChat message.

—”Are you there?”

Upon seeing the message, a faint smile naturally curved Mo Yin’s lips upwards. He unlocked his phone and scrolled through their chat history.

Ye Chi never dared to chat nonsense with him; their WeChat conversations were about scheduling game sessions or Ye Chi informing Mo Yin unilaterally that he was coming to see him. He never sought interaction beyond what was appropriate.

While Mo Yin was lost in thought, Ye Chi sent another invitation for a voice chat.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Mo Yin accepted the call.

“Hello?”

Ye Chi sounded somewhat urgent as soon as Mo Yin answered, “MY?”

Mo Yin responded with a simple “Hmm.”

Ye Chi audibly sighed in relief.

After a brief silence, Ye Chi asked, “Are you feeling unwell today?”

His voice carried genuine concern, asking a question that others might shy away from. It was perhaps his first attempt at initiating interaction on WeChat, and it was to ask such a question.

“I’m fine,” Mo Yin replied.

Another silence followed, their breaths softly intertwined.

“You played really well today,” Ye Chi said after a moment.

“I know,” Mo Yin replied.

Ye Chi chuckled softly. “Did you guys also consider picking Kassadin at the beginning?”

“Yeah.”

Water from Mo Yin’s wet hair dripped down his neck, tickling slightly, as if gently caressed by fingers.

“Even if you picked Kassadin, I could still win,” Ye Chi chuckled again, his voice gentle and slightly ambiguous. He didn’t deny his own defeat.

“I’ll keep working hard,” Ye Chi continued, “towards the goal of winning the championship.” He didn’t hide his ambition either.

There were wins and losses in the arena, but outside it, were they still… friends?

Ye Chi couldn’t help but smile when he thought about how to define their relationship. His laughter sounded relaxed, without the shadow of another defeat or excessive confidence—just comfortable.

Suddenly, Mo Yin felt a desire to see Ye Chi, but it was just a fleeting thought.

“I’m hanging up.”

“Okay.”

“Rest early,” Ye Chi added before Mo Yin could disconnect, “you look a bit tired today.”

“Yeah.”

The call ended.

Ye Chi felt a slight squeeze in his heart, a bittersweet feeling flooding his chest.

Losing a match was undoubtedly upsetting, but losing to Mo Yin made him genuinely acknowledge Mo Yin’s strength, admire him, and also be fascinated by him.

He was an opponent, yet also someone he liked.

Whether in the arena or in private conversations offstage, every interaction with Mo Yin made Ye Chi feel fulfilled and happy. But today, Mo Yin’s condition seemed a bit off, which worried Ye Chi.

“Captain.”

Chen Dong opened the balcony door, poking his head out. “Food delivery’s here. Want to go down for a late-night snack?”

It was well past midnight. Mo Yin’s hair was almost dry now. He lay on his bed, his body still radiating heat, making it difficult to sleep. His overloaded body was sending out painful signals, unlike the ordinary feverish feeling in illness—it was more like soaking in hot water that was too hot, stiflingly warm.

Mo Yin stared at the ceiling with eyes wide open.

Today’s match had confirmed at least two things for him.

Firstly, the so-called “worldlines” had no connection to any individual—it wasn’t his doing. In previous worlds, there had been no such thing as worldline powers, and he had never experienced any backlash from any energy.

Just as he had suspected before, what he received upon entering this world wasn’t actually the “antagonist” identity. Worldlines simply didn’t exist.

The biggest difference between this world and the previous ones was the system brought into it.

Therefore, worldlines were likely the League’s will of intervention.

Another proof was the physical damage he had suffered due to overload.

He didn’t think he would harm himself.

Only the League would ruthlessly exert pressure on this body, which existed solely as a vessel.

Secondly, the system had been “swapped out.”

Mo Yin noticed the last system revealed the so-called several generations of natural people, after which the system that brought him into the small world went offline, or was taken over.

The only entity with the authority to take over the system must be a higher-level being than the system itself.

When he pulled the system into the small world, the system had the highest authority in the entire task room. So the only one who could take over the system was the ubiquitous “adult” in the league.

For the big man who claims to know everything, the information disclosed by the system about the natural generation is serious to the point that it is not afraid of exposure. It seems that the system has really seen a big one.

Mo Yin smiled meaningfully, and things may be more interesting than he imagined.

The phone next to him suddenly vibrated.

Mo Yin picked up the phone.

It’s a voice message from Ye Chi.

Today is a bit sticky.

I don’t know if this person is smart or stupid. Say he is stupid. He usually knows when to retreat and when to advance. He says he is smart. Others know that in this situation today, don’t come to provoke him again. Ye Chi is very brave and actively contacted again and again, and he is not afraid of being blacklisted.

After waiting for the voice to pop up for nearly half a minute, Mo Yin picked up the voice.

Ye Chi’s breathing was heavy in the voice.

Mo Yin didn’t speak.

The breath is faintly intertwined.

Ye Chi said: “Are you asleep?”

“Say nonsense, I’ll hang up.” Mo Yin said lazily.

Ye Chi smiled.

This person seems to smile first no matter what he says.

“I brought you supper, come down?”

Ye Chi has been an old “customer” of the park. It’s almost 1 a.m., and the whole park is very quiet, with only one or two insects, Ye Chi standing under a tree not far from the DSG base door.

The sky was densely covered with clouds, and it seemed to rain.

He looked towards the DSG base gate.

The entire DSG base was dark, and he looked up, speculating which room would be Mo Yin’s dormitory.

The lights on one of the third floors turned on, and Ye Chi’s eyes lit up.

After a moment, the lights went out again, and Ye Chi’s gaze turned to the door. So the one or two minutes became particularly long. When Mo Yin’s figure really walked out of the base gate, Ye Chi couldn’t help but take a half step forward. Just a half step, he didn’t go forward again, afraid of being seen.

Mo Yin walked over, and Ye Chi kept his eyes on him, watching him emerge from the darkness, illuminated by the street lamp.

Mo Yin stood in front of Ye Chi, his gaze down, falling on the bag in his hand.

“Buddha jumps over the wall.”

Ye Chi handed it forward, “Taste it?”

“Late at night,” Mo Yin’s lips curled slightly, “eating Buddha jumps over the wall?”

Ye Chi smiled, “You seem to have a bad complexion today,” his smile faded, “are you okay?”

Winning or losing in the game is important, and so is liking people.

He really wanted to confirm Mo Yin’s situation, so he ran here at night.

I said I was okay many times today.

Most of them were answered in front of this person, but it seemed that no matter how he said “it’s okay”, this person looked worried.

Mo Yin stretched out his right hand in his pocket and hooked his finger towards Ye Chi.

Ye Chi doesn’t understand.

“Come here.”

The distance between the two was not far, and Ye Chi took another step forward, just a short distance away, Mo Yin leaned over, his lips lightly touching Ye Chi’s lips.

Ye Chi was stunned for a long time, as if he had fallen into a fog, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Mo Yin with some haze. Mo Yin’s eyes were still clear and cold, seemingly vaguely smiling, he didn’t know if it was his illusion.

“I’m fine.”

Mo Yin took the bag from Ye Chi’s hand, “Thanks.”

Mo Yin turned and left.

Ye Chi still stood under the tree and stared at Mo Yin’s tall figure, the leaves slowly falling on his head, and he stretched out his fingers to touch his lips lightly.

It’s Hot.