Sheng Kuang turned off the bedroom light and lay down on the bed, habitually reaching for his phone before sleeping.
While he was showering, his WeChat had exploded, with dozens of unread messages, all triggered by his two sensational moves on Weibo.
CeC·scene: Kuangzai, what's up with you at this late hour?
Lan Bowen: Sheng Kuang, what's going on with your Weibo?
Besides these two, some other teams and people he knew quite well and had a good relationship with also came to ask him what was going on.
Even Li Ran, who was usually more health-conscious, sent him a message.
hjC·ran: Bro, was your Weibo hacked?
Li Ran was the mid-laner for hjC. The reason he was considered health-conscious was because he often shared health tips on his Moments about barley to dispel dampness or winter melon to reduce swelling.
Sheng Kuang and Li Ran were players from the same batch. They had almost joined gdt and become teammates, but due to Lan Bowen, gdt didn't lack mid-laners and eventually gave up on Li Ran.
hjC, like gdt, was an old and strong team. Tomorrow's World Championship finals would be between gdt and hjC.
This wasn't the first time gdt and hjC had met in the finals. Both sides had many fans, and whenever these two teams clashed, it was basically the players competing on the field while the fans were clashing in the live stream's bullet comments.
When Sheng Kuang was a main player for gdt, hjC couldn't compete with gdt. In the past two years, in terms of fan clashes, the two teams were about equal.
Regardless of how irreconcilable the teams were, Sheng Kuang and Li Ran still had a pretty good personal relationship.
It was a large-scale picture of him and... The watermark "@甜甜甜甜同学" was in the lower right corner of the image.
Sheng Kuang: ...
Three seconds later, Sheng Kuang lowered his eyelids and typed.
miracle: How do you know about this drawing?
hjC·ran: Does anyone not know? I thought the whole world knew.
miracle: ...Bad luck.
hjC·ran:?
miracle: It's bad luck to be associated with you.
hjC·ran: Damn it.
hjC·ran: What the hell are you talking about, bad luck? I'm bad luck too, I'm a straight man, pure straight, iron straight, pencil straight!
miracle: Not to confront.
Sheng Kuang was too lazy to bother with him, and instinctively wanted to exit the chat window. He paused, as if remembering something, and typed a few words.
miracle: Not to confront.
hjC·ran:?
miracle: To coax.
hjC·ran:???
hjC·ran: What are you talking about? I don't understand a single word!
hjC·ran: Did you send this to the wrong person, Sheng Kuang? What coaxing? Coaxing whom?
Coaxing to sleep?
Coaxing a girl, coaxing her to be at ease.
Sheng Kuang lowered his eyes and was silent for a moment, ignoring Li Ran's barrage of messages, and ended their chat without hesitation.
Sheng Kuang scrolled through the screen, reading all the unread messages, and then saw "小京酱".
He paused and clicked on it.
He casually swiped through the screen, scanning their chat history, and then his finger stopped at the sentence, "Think of something friendly, don't spray people, or if one of your big fans pats you, it'll be awkward."
After a few seconds, he quoted that sentence.
miracle: No fans.
miracle: Just one.
After sending these two messages, he suddenly felt like he had a serious illness and moved his finger to retract them.
He exited WeChat and put down his phone.
After a while, he picked it up again and sent another message.
...
Lin Jing ended her chat with Sheng Kuang and glanced at the time. It was already 1:30 AM without realizing it.
She yawned, rubbed her eyes that were a little too tired to open, put down her phone, went to the bathroom, and then collapsed onto the bed to sleep.
She slept until she woke up naturally. Lin Jing opened her eyes, rested in bed for a while, and then started looking for her phone.
Unlocking the screen, she saw a message notification on WeChat.
miracle had sent her six random, unrelated numbers.
Above this message, there were two reminders: miracle had retracted a message.
Sheng Kuang retracted two messages in a row. What did they say?
Lin Jing was confused for a moment, and her gaze fell on the six digits again.
Still groggy from just waking up, her brain was a bit muddled. She replied with a "?" and then got up to wash up.
Halfway through brushing her teeth, she belatedly realized what those six digits meant.
She gritted her teeth, held her phone, and tapped the screen a few times.
小京酱: The door lock password?
Sheng Kuang might have been half-asleep and didn't reply to her message.
Lin Jing put down her phone and continued brushing her teeth.
As she was brushing, she thought about the two messages Sheng Kuang had retracted.
...Uh? His memory doesn't seem very good. He sent the password wrong three times before getting it right.