DCH CH 8
by LinnaceThis Doctor at the Comic Con (2)
Lu Jingcheng chuckled. “We’ve barely known each other that long, and you’re already swearing by the sun and moon?”
“That’s how it is when it’s love at first sight.” Qingyi naturally pulled two packs of cookies from his pocket, handing one to Lu Jingcheng. “Now this is what I call a straightforward approach.”
He scoffed. “Not that you’d believe me if I said it earlier. You’d just think I’m some spoiled rich kid playing around.”
Lu Jingcheng opened his cookie pack, muttering under his breath: “Aren’t you, though?”
The music on stage was too loud for Qingyi to hear clearly. With his mouth full of cookie, he mumbled, “Hmm?”
Lu Jingcheng quickly covered: “I was just saying thanks again for that first pentakill you gave me.”
“…You’re welcome.” Though Qingyi knew that wasn’t what he’d really said, the reminder still stung.
His pentakill… QAQ!
On stage, the host was inviting audience members for a 5v5 exhibition match.
Lu Jingcheng glanced at the gathering players. “Not joining?”
“Wasn’t part of the schedule. No need to show off.” Qingyi took a jacket from his bag, about to put it on, when Lu Jingcheng stopped him with a teasing look.
“As a special guest pro player, isn’t it rude not to play?” A pause. “Don’t you want another shot at a pentakill?”
“…” This bastard is doing it on purpose.
Fifteen minutes later, Qingyi found himself onstage wearing the same deadpan half-moon eyes as the giant plush on Lu Jingcheng’s bed. For maximum spite, he dragged Lu Jingcheng up with him, linking arms dramatically to the crowd’s roaring approval—a classic case of mutual destruction.
As the host explained the rules, Qingyi decided to have fun with it.
“Lu-gege,” he faux-whispered in a girlish voice, batting his eyelashes beneath the cosplay makeup, “that face says you don’t want to play with me~”
The audience couldn’t hear but cheered at his expression anyway.
“…Correct. I don’t.”
“Lu-gege, you’re so mean!” Qingyi fake-pouted.
Lu Jingcheng finally cracked, laughing. “Get lost!”
“While Team Red has Captain Qingyi,” the host announced, “Team Blue counters with two popular streamers! Also, last match’s MVP can make a special request.”
The two streamer girls whispered before declaring: “We ban Qingyi from playing his lane!”
The host grinned. “Banning the league’s top laner? Captain, acceptable?”
Qingyi shrugged. “Fine. I’ll jungle.” Perfect chance to try that Jing+ Mai Shiranui combo.
The match streamed live. Team Blue picked flashy assassins to show off, while Lu Jingcheng—having talked Qingyi into this—was stuck playing Cai Wenji again. Meanwhile, fellow pros tuned in to commentate.
“Oof, Team Blue’s comp can’t build anti-heal easily,” Zhou Taiqing mused on stream, before veering off-topic. “Wait, isn’t that the guy Wumian said Qingyi’s been simping for?”
Yang Ji nodded. “Heard he got rejected though.”
“What’s Qingyi’s selling point anyway?” Zhou pondered. “Carrying him in ranked?”
“Rumor is he got carried,” Yang deadpanned.
Zhou gasped. “GG then! What’s left? Throwing money at him?”
Qin Mo adjusted his glasses. “Wumian said they’d already… ahem, rounded all bases?”
Zhou choked. “Seriously?!”
Live chat: ?!?!?!
Qin continued innocently: “Apparently Qingyi threw his back out after and had to go to the hospital.”
Zhou: “…That intense?!”
Qin shrugged. “Just repeating what their team said when I subbed in. Maybe… pent-up tension from tournament separation?”
Live chat: ????????
In-game, Qingyi’s Lan dominated with Lu Jingcheng’s Cai Wenji in tow.
“Frontline heal, pull back, Yi Xing’s ult zone,” Zhou commentated. “Look at this comp—Team Red’s HP bars don’t even move!”
As Lu Bu’s ultimate crushed Team Blue, Qingyi’s Lan dove to clean up.
“Gege, heals!” Qingyi’s Lan circled Cai Wenji pleadingly.
“Healing, healing!” Lu Jingcheng dumped all skills, fully restoring him—just like last time.
“Thanks, gege~” Qingyi winked. “I’ll carry you!”
“You said that last time before feeding my support a pentakill. What’s today’s gift?”
Qingyi: “…”
Cue enemy Fire Dance instantly bursting him down mid-boast.
Lu Jingcheng: “So today’s gift is the league’s top laner getting oneshot?”
“Just end,” their suffering ADC muttered, drowning in the duo’s romantic aura.
At the final push, Team Blue’s last-ditch combo wiped everyone… except Lu Jingcheng’s Cai Wenji.
As the host screamed “CAI WENJI SOLO ENDS!”, streams erupted:
【Qingyi: Add Cai Wenji to the family registry AGAIN!】
【Who IS this guy?? So hot omg】
【Check Qingyi’s past streams! Same Cai Wenji who stole his penta LOL】
【Forget pentas, their FLIRTING is the real content】
【Their CP tag already has fanfics—y’all work FAST】
【GO TO QIN’S STREAM FOR THE TEA OMG】
Zhou howled with laughter: “Our captain got carried again! How’s he supposed to chase anyone like this?”
Qin sighed: “Guess he really will have to rely on being rich.”
As golden confetti rained down, Qingyi plucked a piece from Lu Jingcheng’s hair. “Wish this was finals. Golden rain always feels… special.”
Lu Jingcheng didn’t quite understand, but he looked up anyway, trying to share the moment. “Mhm.”
Qingyi set his trap: “So, did it make your heart race?”
“Mhm.”
Two seconds later, Lu Jingcheng processed what he’d just admitted. “…Mhm?”
Qingyi grinned at him, eyes sparkling with mischief. “When will your heart race, then?”
Lu Jingcheng met his gaze—the playful challenge in those eyes was impossible to ignore.
Rich brat, he thought, but didn’t outright refuse. “The venue’s huge. Let’s explore more.”
Qingyi caught up, determined to get a real answer. “If you don’t say no, I’ll take that as a yes.”
Lu Jingcheng stopped walking and turned. “Keep talking, and we’re leaving now.”
Qingyi mimed zipping his lips.
The silence lasted approximately three minutes.
“Dr. Lu~” Qingyi sing-songed, “after this, let me treat you to dinner?”
Lu Jingcheng browsed a merchandise stall, tone casual. “Oh?”
“My treat!” Qingyi’s voice practically wiggled with anticipation.
When Lu Jingcheng looked up, sunlight from the venue windows haloed his features. Qingyi was staring right at him, smiling, and those damn peach-blossom eyes curved into crescents.
“Want to play an adult game with me?”
The earlier words echoed in Lu Jingcheng’s mind. Suddenly, the idea didn’t seem so bad.
He reached out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind Qingyi’s ear, his own smile dangerously charming.
“Not interested.”
Lu Jingcheng had seen enough dramas to know how this worked—the push and pull, the coy denials.
Those were the games worth playing.