Chapter 73.1: Wei Xiao: My waist hurts.

20 minutes later, Lu Feng, who’d closed his eyes and dozed off, was unsurprised to find someone drilling into his arms.

Lu Feng extended his arms to give him a better position.

He’d played so fiercely against L&P during the training match that evening, then stayed up until five o’clock in the morning. It would be strange if Wei Xiao didn’t sleepwalk.

He fell asleep immediately after getting into bed, and it didn’t take long for him to climb into Lu Feng’s bed.

Two big men were crowded into a single bed. Even if the hotel bed was quite spacious, it was still quite a tight fit.

If he didn’t want to fall out of bed, they’d have to stick close together.

The tip of Lu Feng’s nose was filled with the light scent of Wei Xiao’s shower gel. It was a light verbena fragrance, like lemon slices soaked in honey, fresh and sweet.

He opened his eyes slightly to see Wei Xiao’s quiet, sleeping face.

He was a little demon when he was awake, but more like an angel than anyone else when he was sleeping.

This description that was used for children was inexplicably suitable when used for Wei Xiao.

Thinking of his ‘dad’ that had sounded as soft as a cat’s paw, the corner of Lu Feng’s lips curled up.

He leaned close to Wei Xiao, toward his forehead, so lightly that it fell like the softest of feathers.

Full of restraint as he suppressed the thoughts fermenting in his mind, as though afraid to wake up the person in his dreams––

Then, kissed him softly.

Lu Feng usually got up between 7:30 and 8:00.

He hugged Wei Xiao and went back to sleep for another hour or two, but his dreams were too beautiful, and his sleep was too sweet. By the time he woke up, it was almost 10 o’clock.

Wei Xiao was still in his arms and hadn’t changed position, still pressed close to him.

Lu Feng had discovered last time that this kid would toss and turn when he was sleeping alone, and no matter how big the bed was, it wouldn’t be able to hold him. However, once Wei Xiao was near him, he would sleep soundly, almost like he was pretending to be asleep, remaining in the same position stuck close to him.

He wasn’t pretending but really sleeping deeply.

Why was that?

Was it because he was uneasy?

Lu Feng sighed in his heart and gently extracted his numb arm.

Wei Xiao frowned, “Mm….”

Lu Feng didn’t dare to move again and let him sleep on his palm.

He’d always thought that his face was small, but it turned out to be this small––

Lu Feng thought of his nickname and couldn’t help calling out to him in a low voice, “Little Xiao.”

Wei Xiao seemed to have heard him in his dreams and rubbed his cheek into his palm. He spoke dreamily, “Dad…”

In the quiet room, the sound reached Lu Feng’s ears very clearly.

Lu Feng was stunned for a moment, his chest filling up with bitterness.

No matter how irresponsible a father was, no matter how much a child was neglected and left behind.

What child wouldn’t be eager for love?

Father, mother…

Who wouldn’t want this unique type of affection

The stronger one was, the more vulnerable they were.

The more one had to forcibly support oneself, the more uneasy they were inside.

Beneath that careless appearance, there was often an extremely sensitive heart.

Lu Feng maintained this stuff posture until Wei Xiao fell back into a deep sleep.

By the time he pulled his arm out, it was already numb all the way from his hand to his shoulder.

Lu Feng endured the discomfort and swung his arm, suffering through the needle-like prickling sensation.

Many people had already gotten up by half past ten.

Lu Feng didn’t hesitate to go running the way he always did.

The hotel had a gym. Although it wasn’t as comfortable as the one at their base, the standard equipment was all there, and it was enough for his use.

When he arrived, Lu Feng ran into Kim Sung-hyun, who was covered in sweat from exercising.

Kim Sung-hyun was a little surprised, “So late?”

Lu Feng couldn’t just say that he’d overslept because he’d been hugging Wei Xiaoxiao and only said, “I had something to do in the morning.”

Kim Sung-hyun understood that as the head of a club, he had many things to deal with, “Take it easy. Don’t mess around with your body just because you’re young.”

Lu Feng: “Yes.”

Kim Sung-hyun was covered in sweat and was anxious to go back and shower, “Go for it, I’m leaving.”

Lu Feng didn’t speak much and always minded his own business, but he still asked a little extra at this time, “Where’s God Ran.”

The corners of Kim Sung-hyun’s mouth instantly tensed up, and he said, “His old problems have flared up again.”

Lu Feng had guessed it.

Kim Sung-hyun was usually too lazy to exercise. Normally, he would only go to the gym due to Li Heran’s urging. For him to come to the gym on his own initiative, it must mean…

Kim Sung-hyun was a little irritable, “The team has a physiotherapist. It’ll be fine after a few days.”

Lu Feng replied, “Mm.”

Kim Sung-hyun was feeling depressed as he waved his hand and left.

Lu Feng entered the gym and worked up a full sweat.

In Pro’s training room, Kim Sung-hyun looked at Li Heran’s pale face, and his words were cold even if he felt uncomfortable in his heart, “I told you to reduce your training, but you didn’t listen.”

Li Heran: “It’s alright.”

Kim Sung-hyun was both distressed and angry, “You’re a support. Why are you working so hard? You don’t need to kill soldiers, I won’t miss a single one.”

Li Heran: “Mm.”

Kim Sung-hyun knew how physiotherapy felt. His wrist was already injured, and after being pulled and pressed during therapy, it was painful enough to make one’s scalp numb.

His voice grew lower and he dropped to a half crouch in front of Li Heran to look at him, “Big bro, we agreed that we’d retire together.”

A small smile flowed out on Li Heran’s face, “I remember.”

Kim Sung-hyun’s heart was a jumble of mixed emotions, “There’s still three years to go.”

Li Heran comforted him, “It’s fine, the doctor also said it’s not a big deal.”

Kim Sung-hyun didn’t want to influence him with his own negative emotions and nodded, “Don’t go downstairs to eat. I’ll bring something up for you in a bit.”

Li Heran: “Okay.”

Kim Sung-hyun spoke again just before leaving the room, “I asked for leave for you during the free matching in the afternoon. Rest well after your physiotherapy session.”

Li Heran frowned, “Aren’t we going to choose FTW for the training match this evening?”

If he didn’t participate in the free matching today, he wouldn’t be eligible for the training match in the evening.

Yesterday’s game between FTW and L&P had filled Kim Sung-hyun with enthusiasm. At the time, he’d said that they would definitely pick FTW today. And there was also the new system to consider…

Kim Sung-hyun stood up and spoke slowly, “You don’t have to play. We’ll still win.”

Li Heran paused for a moment, “If we miss out on today, the next time we can play against them will be ten days later. If it wasn’t for me…”

Although they could arrange training matches in private, the feeling of being in a competitive arena was different from playing together in private. This was something that everyone understood.

Kim Sung-hyun looked at him, “It’s just a training match.”

Li Heran: “But, you…”

Kim Sung-hyun exhaled lightly, “There will be more opportunities to play together in the future. Focus on your physiotherapy. There will still be many more opportunities later.”

Li Heran: “……”

“Mm.”

Kim Sung-hyun went downstairs to the restaurant, but he had no appetite even when faced with the sumptuous buffet.

Li Heran’s wrist injury wasn’t serious. Almost everyone who played professionally had some sort of occupational problem.

Inflammation of the cervical vertebrae, lumbar spine, shoulder tendons and wrist; high intensity training and difficult operations were doomed to overtax the body.

Countless players were suffering from this or that injury.

Kim Sung-hyun was absent-minded, and Pro’s jungler Park Guizhi didn’t say much about it.

Kim Sung-hyun and Li Heran had deep ties. They were the doubles championship winners who had a strong tacit understanding, and they were also neighbors who grew up together as children, partners who had chosen to join Glory’s professional e-sports circle together.

Li Heran’s hand injury was something that made everyone in South Korea distressed.

It had to be known that the strongest ADC in the world wasn’t always Kim Sung-hyun. It used to be Li Heran.

Now, Pro’s support position was Li Heran.

After waking up, Wei Xiao was full of energy.

It was the so-called ‘raw the first time, cooked the second’. By the third time he woke up in the captain’s bed, Wei Xiaoxiao was already extremely calm.

Wasn’t it just sleeping together in the same bed.

They were family. What was there to nitpick about.

When he thought about the word ‘family’, Wei Xiao was happy enough to burst out into flowers again.

He was Close’s family.

FTW was their home.

He had Close, and he also had FTW…

Wei Xiao rolled himself up in the quilt and rolled round and round on the bed.

Plop.

The Wei Xiao branded silkworm larva rolled itself onto the ground.

“Ouch…”

Although Wei Xiao was wrapped up in the quilt, it still hurt when he fell down from the bed.

He kneaded his waist and stood up, chagrined, “Extreme joy begets sorrow. Grandma really didn’t deceive me.”

Wei Xiao had ‘dirtied’ Lu Feng’s quilt and naturally couldn’t put it back onto the bed. So, he balled it up and put it on the chair.

He was about to make a phone call and ask the hotel to change the quilt…

“Ding dong”––

The doorbell rang, and Wei Xiao went to open the door.

Old Bai was startled, “Did you just wake up?” Was he going to eat or not!

Wei Xiao rubbed at his waist, “I went to bed too late last night.”

Bai Cai: “Didn’t we disperse at three?”

Wei Xiao was embarrassed to talk about his own moodiness and said, “I had something else to do after going back to the room…”

Bai Cai: “Three o’clock in the morning… The captain fell asleep way before that, right.” What else could he have to do!

Wei Xiao stared at him, “Why do you care so much? Laozi slept very well and won’t drag you guys down in the afternoon!”

Bai Cai noticed that he was kneading his waist and asked curiously, “What’s wrong with your waist?”

Wei Xiao couldn’t say that he’d hurt himself rolling around on the bed and spoke vaguely, “Tired.”

Bai Cai: “!”

He asked cautiously, “Tired from last night?”

Wei Xiao: “Yeah.”

Brother Cai was stunned, “It happened after three o’clock?”

Wei Xiao answered distractedly, “Yeah.” He needed to call the cleaner quickly, then go downstairs to eat.

Brother Cai: “About that… are you calling the front desk?”

Wei Xiao had already dialed through. He placed a slender finger against his lip and made a shush movement.

Bai Cai shut up.

Wei Xiao spoke in fluent English, “Hello, can you please help me change the quilt… Yes… Okay… Thank you.”

Brother Vegetable’s English was really bad, and he was barely able to make out a little bit of it, “Changing quilts?”

Wei Xiao pointed to the chair, “It’s dirty.”

Bai Cai’s eyes grew big as he stared, “How-how did it get dirty?”

Wei Xiao hurried off to wash his face and brush his teeth, “It’s just dirty, why are you concerning yourself with how it got dirty!”

Bai Cai’s face was dazed. He looked at the messy sheets, then looked at the balled up quilt…

A baby pram whizzed by.

Sleeping late, tired, kneading his waist, dirty quilt…

To hell with the baby pram, this was an obviously dirty, dirty, dirty big train!!!

Brother Vegetable was dead. He died from the things his own brain had made up.

When they went to eat, Wei Xiao looked around everywhere, “Where’s the captain?”

Chen Feng: “He woke up late and has something to do. He’ll go directly to the training room.”

Wei Xiao was anxious, “What about his food?”

Chen Feng paused for a moment, “It’s been sent over.”

Wei Xiao was very thoughtful, “Don’t touch this plate of celery, you guys. I’ll send it over to him.”

The corner of Chen Feng’s lips twitched, “No need. He’s already eaten.”

In fact, he hadn’t eaten yet, but Coach Chen couldn’t bear to see a certain person have to work overtime to deal with work matters and still have to eat this ‘bitterness’.

Wei Xiao sighed, “It’s all my fault that he got up late.”

Brother Vegetable: “……” He was going to stab his knife and fork into the floor!