# Chapter 106
Yu Sui glanced at the comments. "Setting aside that there's absolutely no chance we'll break up, even if something did happen... I figure your girlfriend fans and big sister fans would be the first to tear me apart."
Shi Luo had never intentionally cultivated a fanbase. Normally, he only hoped fans would focus on his matches—as for private matters, Shi Luo never discussed them with fans, not even with others in the scene. He didn't want fans paying attention to his life outside the arena.
But seeing fans worried he'd get played by Yu Sui while also carefully begging Yu Sui to treat him well... it did touch his heart a little.
So Shi Luo had genuinely wanted to post something on his alt account, hinting that fans shouldn't worry—he might not be able to compete with that scumbag Yu Sui in the romance department, but from start to finish, he'd never actually been at a disadvantage.
Yet in this situation, Shi Luo felt that no matter what he posted, it would be equivalent to doing a naked dance in front of everyone.
"This account is done for." Shi Luo handed the phone back to Yu Sui without a trace of reluctance. "Let your fans guess which little vixen this is from now on. From today, this is your outside-the-industry girlfriend's account. I don't want it anymore. I'd rather they curse this account to death... I'll never admit in my life that this was me."
Yu Sui looked at Shi Luo with pity, reluctant to burst Shi Shen's last bit of pride... Did it even matter whether he admitted it now?
"Fine, let's set it aside for now. We can post whenever you feel like it." Yu Sui took the phone and replied to a few people he was close with in the scene, following Shi Luo's instructions—anyone asking if he was dating, answer yes; anyone asking if it was Shi Luo, just send a "Guess" emoji.
What else was there to guess? Yu Sui never left the base anyway. Everyone just assumed he wasn't coming out about his sexual orientation, and they all silently wished Yu Sui well—finally at twenty-one he had a romantic partner—then rushed back to their own teams to gossip wildly.
Shi Luo's phone was about to explode too. Shi Luo simply stopped answering anyone, wallowing in self-pity as he played mobile games resentfully.
Shi Luo refused to accept the "Whisper's Romantic Partner" award, so everyone turned to congratulate Yu Sui instead. While Yu Sui was replying to messages, he still had to tease Shi Luo, occasionally passing along congratulations from friends in the scene.
"Gu Qian subtly reminded me not to spend all our energy on romance—there are international tournaments coming up." Yu Sui nudged Shi Luo with his knee. "Sincere regards from your former team, got it?"
Shi Luo gave a grunting acknowledgment.
"Angel Sword congratulated me on finally getting results after three years of hard work, and wished us both good luck at the tournament opener."
That was basically naming names. Shi Luo didn't even bother grunting.
"Your other former team IAC's Zhao Feng made some pointed comments, warning me as a scumbag not to change my heart, and asked me to pass along that IAC will always be your home... Pretty sure he's waiting for us to break up so you can go back to IAC." Yu Sui deleted Zhao Feng's contact casually, confused. "I actually forgot to delete him after we signed you..."
Shi Luo snorted with contempt.
"The Chinese gaming region's head... Does official staff really follow gossip too?" Yu Sui paused, then continued. "Congratulated me on my new relationship, said they're so happy to witness this kind of romance within a team in their lifetime... Don't worry, he didn't dare mention your ID."
Shi Luo's expression was speechless, pretending not to hear.
"Look at your prestige." Yu Sui barely held back his laughter. "You're basically getting Voldemort treatment—if you don't go public, no one dares mention it."
Shi Luo choked with frustration. "They're not giving me prestige—they're just too scared to admit that alt account was mine."
Yu Sui's phone battery was running low. He plugged it in and sat behind Shi Luo, watching him play mobile games.
Professional players could pick up any game extremely quickly. Yu Sui watched Shi Luo slaughter every random player, then after a while, pinched Shi Luo's ear, then pinched the back of his neck, then worked his way down, pressing gently along Shi Luo's spine.
The hint couldn't have been more obvious.
Shi Luo's ears turned slightly red. He murmured, "...Don't mess around. I'm in the middle of a game."
Yu Sui said softly, "Stop playing this."
Shi Luo edged away slightly. "If I'm not playing this, what am I supposed to play?"
Yu Sui's tone was calm: "Me."
Shi Luo: "..."
"Whisper..." Shi Luo was controlling his in-game character while struggling to speak. "Do you believe me or not—I'll go post on my alt account and put exactly what you just said on Weibo."
Just as Shi Luo couldn't understand how Yu Sui could say something so filthy with such a calm expression, Yu Sui also couldn't fathom Shi Luo's thought process at all. "Why would you think I'd be afraid of that? Go ahead and post."
Shi Luo took a deep breath... So this was what it was like dating a pro player who completely didn't care about outside judgment.
Yu Sui stopped touching Shi Luo and leaned to the side on his own, reminding him softly, "Chen Huo and the others will be back tomorrow."
Shi Luo froze.
Yu Sui continued, "Although the exact schedule isn't confirmed yet, the period before the international tournament will be the busiest—not only more practice matches, but also a bunch of official events."
Shi Luo messed up in his game.
Yu Sui leaned his head against the headboard, speaking seriously. "Shi Shen, before the international tournament... I can't guarantee you'll still have time to 'play' me."
"The hell is it me playing you?!" Shi Luo couldn't help but spin around and yell at Yu Sui. "Is it?!"
Yu Sui knew he was in the wrong and took the yelling老老实实, suppressing a smile.
A few minutes later, Yu Sui said, "One hour of sparring, a hundred thousand..."
"Oh wait, after you drove up the price, it's a million now..."
"For sleeping together... I guess that should be two million, right?"
"Then for two hours that would be..."
Shi Luo couldn't listen anymore. He threw his phone and stood up to head for the door, then "clack"—turned off the room light.
In the darkness, Yu Sui smiled.
The room was pitch black. Shi Luo ground his teeth and bit Yu Sui's lip. "You damn well are counting on the fact that I like you too damn much..."
Yu Sui licked his bitten lip, speaking softly. "How much?"
"How much?" Shi Luo heard the sound of plastic being torn open, forcing himself through the flush on his face to murmur, "If I wasn't so crazy about you, would I have honestly let you screw me for three whole days?"
Yu Sui paused. His originally gentle movements instantly intensified by several degrees. Shi Luo gasped. "You—"
"Relax." Yu Sui's voice was tender. "I'll be gentle..."
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The next noon, the rest of the team returned from Hangzhou on schedule.
Three days had passed. Everyone had finished their private gossiping, and with the warning texts Yu Sui had sent ahead to each of them, anyone with even a shred of sense wouldn't dare touch Shi Luo's逆鳞—absolutely no one would mention that alt account. As for Chen Huo, who had no brains, Shi Luo had his own ways of handling him.
The holiday was over. Zhou Huo, as usual, called a meeting with all the players to go over the upcoming work.
"I won't say much about training." This was Zhou Huo's saving grace—he never commented on things he wasn't good at. "I looked at the training schedule Old Qiao set up. I only know the training tasks will definitely keep increasing. Everyone's been working hard."
"Since all the teams are on break, practice matches are hard to arrange. Angel Sword and the crew went on vacation to Sanya and won't be back until the day after tomorrow, so the training load will be a bit lighter for these two days." Zhou Huo rapped on the table. "We haven't been streaming much lately because we were preparing for the finals. While we have this window, I checked for you—besides Puppy, the rest of you three are hopeless. But every bit you make up means less deducted from your pay. Don't sabotage your own savings. While the training load isn't too heavy..."
Zhou Huo looked down at the notebook in his hands, pretending not to see Shi Luo's gaze that was practically trying to kill him, and pressed on determinedly. "So... you can catch up on streaming, like tonight."
Afraid his message was too subtle to land, Zhou Huo emphasized again: "This is a team task. You've all owed too much. Yu Sui's case is hopeless... even if he starved and died in the streaming room now, he'd still have to pay the full fine. Chen Huo and Shi Luo, remember to catch up. Tonight."
Yu Sui wished he could help Shi Luo share some of the heat but couldn't, so he resigned himself to waiting for the full fine.
Chen Huo glanced carefully at the inscrutable Yu Sui, then at Shi Luo who looked like he was about to explode at any moment, and tentatively asked, "D... do we have to stream games?"
Zhou Huo was completely confused. "If you're not streaming games, what are you going to stream?"
Chen Huo swallowed nervously. "The stream title... I'll talk about my teammates and my teammates'... affairs."
Old Qiao couldn't take it anymore, and sprayed water across the table.
Puppy dug his nails into his own arm, not daring to laugh out loud.
Shi Luo controlled the raging flames in his heart, and with ice in his voice, said through gritted teeth, "Oh? Talking about who? Old Qiao and Puppy?"
"Ahem..." Chen Huo still valued his life somewhat, cautiously and humbly said, "No, actually I was going to say Ji Yanhan's secret and mine."
Shi Luo nodded. "Then feel free."
Zhou Huo was憋笑憋得肚子疼, barely managing to say, "Alright, alright, everyone's been working hard. Meeting dismissed, dismissed."
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That evening, in the training room. Besides Yu Sui, the other three all started streaming.
Shi Luo's stream was, of course, packed to the rafters. He didn't turn on his camera or microphone, ignored all the bullet comments, and coldly practiced his shooting.
How could fans settle for learning techniques in Shi Luo's stream? After watching for a while, they migrated to Chen Huo's stream, which was second in popularity. Although Chen Huo had his camera on, unusually, he barely spoke the whole time. From Chen Huo's stream, the entire Free training room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The fans migrated again to Puppy's stream. After spamming for a while, Puppy responded.
Puppy opened the computer notepad and typed:
【I'm just turning the camera, just turning it, don't blame me if you don't see anything.】
After typing, Puppy very sneakily turned his camera toward Shi Luo.
On screen, Shi Luo's face was like ice. On his desk, besides his mouse and keyboard, there was conspicuously a kitchen knife he'd brought up from downstairs after the meeting—his menacing aura was unmistakable.
Puppy sneakily turned the camera back, and typed again:
【Shi Shen probably only let us live because of the international tournament. Don't gossip about us, okay? Those who know, know.】