I Suggest You Get on Your Knees and Beg Him Not to Die

Wen Feiran smiled at him. "The marksman is more important than I am in a team fight."

Zou Yuxing was controlling a big tank with slow movement speed. He went all the way around the canyon to cover him. "Yeah, don't go running around. Stay behind me, and I'll block the attacks for you."

Su Shangting suddenly looked up and stared at Zou Yuxing in a daze.

Didn't Zou Yuxing dislike him too, and often go out of his way to oppose him? So why now...

It felt as though something had struck him hard in the chest, and a crack spread across the wall of ice.

"You..." Su Shangting paused for three seconds, then put on his usual proud and prickly act again. "I don't need your help."

"For the sake of victory, just put up with it." Zou Yuxing went straight for his weak spot. "Think about how those five ganged up on you."

!!!

The two exchanged a look and formed an alliance for the first time, determined to crush the opposing team. In reality, though, there was only so much they could do, and in the end, they relied entirely on Wen Feiran.

The game was over, but their problem still hadn't been resolved. Wen Feiran took a deep breath and was just about to explain things clearly to Su Shangting when Su Shangting leaned over and tapped his screen. "Why are you so slow?"

"Feiran, which hero are you picking?" Su Shangting leaned over too.

Wen Feiran stared at the game screen, where a new match had already begun, and at the two people who had formed a united front. He was completely dumbfounded.

The viewers in the livestream were laughing without the slightest concern for him.

[Hahahahaha, Zou Yuxing and Su Shangting know what matters. What are personal grudges compared to hugging a big thigh! Doge jgp]

[I don't think Su Shangting is all that delicate and willful. One game was enough to cheer him up.]

[Ahhhh, my heart sped up when Wen Feiran swooped in so handsomely to save him. No wonder so many people want to fall in love in the canyon.]

[Wen Feiran, just give in to them. One has a sweet tongue and offers emotional support, while the other sends skins like a domineering CEO. Sigh, if only my teammates were that thoughtful.]

Now that Su Shangting had been cheered up, his fans stopped giving Wen Feiran a hard time, and the atmosphere in the livestream improved.

They played five games in a row, with Wen Feiran carrying them to victory every time. Only after Ning Tingyu intervened did they reluctantly put away their phones.

When Wen Feiran returned to his room, he opened the page he had left open and discovered that Su Shangting had sent him another skin. This time, he accepted it without hesitation.

Given his personality, a conflict was like a fish bone stuck in his throat, tormenting him at every moment. He was best at avoiding things, but when pushed too far, he would stand up for himself.

Wen Feiran immediately went outside to pick a bunch of wildflowers and specifically chose the prettiest vase.

Their conflict had only started because he had carried away the wildflowers Su Shangting liked. Once he returned the flowers, Su Shangting would let him off.

Su Shangting's room was on the first floor. Crouching on the ground with the vase in his arms, Wen Feiran inched forward like a little snail until he finally reached the spot beneath the windowsill.

Afraid of being mistaken for a creep, he didn't dare look up. He simply held the vase high and fumbled to set it on the windowsill.

Su Shangting had just come out of the bathroom when he caught a glimpse of purple swaying back and forth by his window.

He stopped in his tracks and looked over curiously.

The vase wobbled onto his windowsill. The fingers holding it were slender, and the skin was so pale that it almost blended into the smooth white glaze.

A stray tuft of hair stuck up beside the windowsill. Fluffy, soft, and springy, it bobbed up and down twice like a small animal's ears, alert to the sounds around it and ready to flee at the slightest disturbance.

Su Shangting didn't find the scene absurd at all and watched quietly. The vase tilted too far, spilling water onto his balcony. After a long struggle, it was finally set in place.

So stupid.

Su Shangting reached that conclusion in his heart, but didn't make a sound to disturb Wen Feiran.

Only after he had left did Su Shangting walk over and gently touch a delicate petal with his finger. Looking disdainful, he said, "They're just wildflowers. Ugly and stupid. I... I don't like them at all!"

At the end, he coughed twice and rubbed the corners of his mouth vigorously, as though there were something on his face.

Su Shangting did his best to hide it, but the viewers in the livestream saw right through him.

[Stop hiding it, the corners of your mouth are practically flying into the sky!]

[Don't be so easy to please. You look so cheap.]

[You can only blame Wen Feiran for being too skilled. My heart is all soft too, and I'm practicing my smile

[Hahahaha, Su Shangting really loves this vase of flowers. Looks like he'll even sleep with it in his arms.]

[Oh? If you call the wildflowers ugly, that just means there's something wrong with your eyes. But how can flowers be stupid? Who are you talking about, and do you like them or not? Doge jpg]

[Stop it, let the kid save some face. He totally loves them!]

Chapter 11: I Suggest You Get on Your Knees and Beg Him Not to Die

Every time Wen Feiran opened the door, he saw Zou Yuxing and Su Shangting puffed up like pufferfish, bristling with spines and itching to prick each other to death.

But their arguments were truly childish. They could repeat the same sentence over and over several times. Wen Feiran sat beside them with his face in his hands and couldn't help yawning. He also envied them for having so much to say, unlike him, who often couldn't squeeze out a single sentence in conversation.

He had already done his best to keep a low profile, walking around the two bickering children, yet he was always dragged into the eye of the storm. Later, he became a regular there. Zou Yuxing stood to his left, his fluffy blond hair swaying as he barked nonstop. Su Shangting stood to his right, still the same proud young master, but for some reason, he often hugged the vase of flowers Wen Feiran had given him halfway through an argument. He also frequently poked Wen Feiran for no apparent reason, only to pretend nothing had happened when Wen Feiran looked over, merely giving a couple of huffs through his nose.

Wen Feiran's eardrums were battered and his scalp had gone numb, but he didn't dare resist. He could only sit between them, wanting to cry but unable to shed a tear.

As if he had heard Wen Feiran's silent cries for help, the director finally arrived with a task.

Two guests had been exposed in scandals one after another, while Mu Qianyu was busy with her own affairs and rarely showed up. Only half of the six guests remained, and one of them was the willful and delicate Su Shangting, so the heavy responsibility of completing the task could only fall on Wen Feiran and Zou Yuxing.

Having only a few people left standing by the end of a variety show counted as the biggest broadcasting disaster, but the director was delighted. He even woke up laughing in his sleep.