Sorry, Stuck Again [Esports] Chapter 17

Chapter 17

It wasn't until the opposing mage called out his name in the mic that Pei Yun Chang suddenly remembered who this person was.

He responded smoothly, "Since you're here, can we drag this game to thirteen minutes?"

The mage's tone was casual, but his momentum was undiminished, "Damn, go watch the replay, which wave of damage did I not max out?"

Bian Yan was originally lounging on the bed, waiting to watch the show. Who knew that as soon as he stepped out, Pei Yun Chang would start chatting with the mage, and from the tone, it seemed like they had known each other for a long time.

He felt like staying here wasn't much fun anymore. Suddenly, he wanted to go back to the dormitory.

"Who was playing just now?" The mage suddenly changed the topic, "The skills were pretty good. Since when did you get so chummy with Ji Feng?"

He couldn't help but laugh at the latter part, denying his own thought. One was a soon-to-retire starting player, the other an unstoppable rising star. Ji Feng would have to be out of his mind to play with Pei Yun Chang.

"No, it's a teammate from our youth training, also a marksman," Pei Yun Chang replied.

"Hahaha!" The mage seemed to think of something, laughing maniacally, "Pei Yun Chang, be careful your backyard doesn't catch fire. In half a year, I hope I won't see you missing from the professional arena."

The topic was a bit sensitive. Pei Yun Chang immediately turned off the microphone.

"He's KP's Wang Ge."

The atmosphere was quiet for a moment before Pei Yun Chang suddenly spoke up, explaining in detail, "We bumped into each other in a ranked match a while ago, so we added each other as friends. I didn't know he changed his game name, so I didn't recognize him at first."

Wang Ge, Bian Yan had heard of this ID. The starting mid-laner for KP Esports Club, who debuted on the professional stage half a year ago as the rookie king of youth training, adding glory to the already strong KP team. The current number one mid-laner, first and second on the mid-lane ladder, one is his main account, the other his smurf, extremely arrogant.

The one who added Pei Yun Chang as a friend should be Wang Ge's smurf without the professional tag. But the fact that they bumped into the current number one mid-laner wasn't the most important thing. What Bian Yan found hard to accept was that Pei Yun Chang, as a youth trainee, had such a wide network.

Knowing these top professional players was one thing, but having good relationships with them was another. These starting players had high expectations for him, just waiting to meet on the battlefield in half a year.

Bian Yan couldn't quite describe his feelings. Silver Moon's economy was already high, and with Pei Yun Chang in good form tonight, he managed to ambush and single-kill the opposing hunter.

He typed on the public screen—

[Arrow: Dead]

[Wang Ge: 666, looks like Flash's backyard caught fire first]

The kill announcement sounded, but the room was quiet.

"What's wrong?"

After the solo kill, Pei Yun Chang didn't hear Bian Yan speak, suddenly feeling a bit annoyed, his operation slightly off, accidentally performing a "flash in place" for his teammates.

Bian Yan quickly adjusted his mood, his expression returning to normal, tilting his head to tease, "If you can't use the flash key, you might as well remove it."

The grudge-bearing guy. Pei Yun Chang remembered a certain game where they bumped into each other. It seemed like everything was fine now.

"Come over and help me take a look?"

Pei Yun Chang maneuvered his hero into the bush, turning back to invite Bian Yan.

"What?"

Bian Yan was initially stunned, then immediately interested, getting up from the bed and putting his hand to his ear, theatrically asking again, "What did you say? I didn't hear clearly."

Pei Yun Chang's lips curled slightly, resting his chin on one hand, patiently repeating.

"I said, I can't beat him, come over and give me some advice, Teacher Bian."

The last three words were said with a playful tone, instantly cheering Bian Yan up, who happily shuffled over in his slippers.

Wang Ge was the current number one mid-laner, and with Pei Yun Chang and Bian Yan's rookie king combo, even though the opposing team had Flash, the current number one marksman, they still managed to win the game without much danger.

During Pei Yun Chang's operations, he would randomly quiz Bian Yan, like what Wang Ge was doing in this wave, where the opposing jungler was, and how to catch someone alone. Bian Yan answered fluently.

The two of them compared answers, showing great chemistry.

On the results screen, Wang Ge sent Pei Yun Chang a team-up request—

[Still playing? I'll boost my smurf's rank]

Bian Yan unconsciously pursed his lips.

[Arrow: Not playing, got other things to do]

After rejecting the request, Pei Yun Chang quickly logged out of his account, turning back to catch the slight curve at the corner of Bian Yan's mouth.

"Practice."

Pei Yun Chang got up to make room for Bian Yan.

Bian Yan pretended to rub his eyes, trying to hide his micro-expression, responding with a muffled "Mm."

Bian Yan's main account was currently ranked forty-ninth on the ladder. His goal tonight was to reach two hundred points, break into the top forty-five, and then go to sleep.

He briefly reviewed his build to ensure there were no issues, then started a game.

As soon as he reached the BP screen, Bian Yan felt Pei Yun Chang standing behind him, making his neck itch.

"Aren't you going to sleep?"

Bian Yan flipped through the hero list numbly, tentatively asking.

"Not sleepy, my phone's out of battery."

Pei Yun Chang had already prepared his excuse.

Bian Yan let out an "Oh," rolled his eyes, moved the mouse to the bottom, and instantly locked in the Flower God Bow, humming smugly.

Pei Yun Chang's eyes flickered, his Adam's apple rolling unconsciously, letting out a few chuckles.

During the loading screen, Bian Yan didn't say a word, took out his phone, and transferred a five hundred yuan red envelope to Pei Yun Chang, signaling with his eyes for him to accept it.

Pei Yun Chang was quick on the uptake, opening his fully charged phone to accept the payment.

Bian Yan nodded in satisfaction, feeling justified in being the "employer," while Pei Yun Chang naturally pulled up a chair to accompany Bian Yan in training.

When he was younger, Bian Yan fantasized about being able to sit at the same desk with his deskmate during exams and discuss the answers together. Two brains working on one paper, surely they'd score full marks.

Unexpectedly, that childhood wish didn't come true, but tonight it did.

Pei Yun Chang sat beside him, always pointing out all the details Bian Yan missed, compensating for his laning deficiencies, and occasionally using sharp words to motivate him.

As a result, the efficiency tonight was exceptionally high.

Bian Yan went on a winning streak, reaching his goal by two in the morning, with his lane strength ranking at forty-fourth on the ladder.

"Whew—"

Bian Yan leaned back in his chair, taking a deep breath, still savoring the thrill of the winning streak tonight.

Pei Yun Chang, this guy, is amazing at both marksman and support!

If a top-tier marksman like him could support Bian Yan, he couldn't imagine how smooth his professional path would be.

But Bian Yan was just daydreaming for fun. Having someone like him play support would be a waste of talent. He should be commanding the field as the carry.

"Finished practicing?"

Bian Yan snapped back to reality, sitting up straight from the chair, stammering, "Uh… not yet."

He had paid for this, so he might as well make the most of such a good advisor!

Pei Yun Chang saw through his thoughts in a second, took a few steps to lie on the bed, deliberately teasing, "Then you practice, I'm sleepy."

"Huh?"

Seeing him already pulling the covers, Bian Yan felt a bit awkward, "Then…"

Before Bian Yan could finish, Pei Yun Chang added another blow, "Remember to turn off the light for me."

Bian Yan hadn't figured out what to say when this guy was already comfortably tucked in, eyes closed.

"Tch… then you sleep, I'm leaving."

Bian Yan pouted, glanced around, and silently turned off the game.

The next second—

"Tsk."

Someone couldn't stay asleep.

In the end, with a good attitude of doing his job, Pei Yun Chang sat back in his seat, not looking sleepy at all, accompanying Bian Yan in training until four in the morning.

They queued up 21 games tonight, winning every single one, pushing Bian Yan's ladder ranking into the top forty.

Perhaps because the environment on Pei Yun Chang's side was too comfortable, warm, and smoke-free, Bian Yan's drowsiness came earlier than expected.

He blinked his sore eyes hard, pinched his thigh secretly, barely finishing the game in hand.

"What's wrong?"

Pei Yun Chang's face showed no signs of sleepiness, turning to ask Bian Yan.

"Nothing, my butt's numb from sitting."

Bian Yan clenched his fist, using his nails to poke his palm, fighting off the drowsiness.

Pei Yun Chang glanced down, remembering that his cushion was taken to the training room on the first floor.

"Stand up and stretch, I'll get something, be right back."

Bian Yan was so sleepy that his eyelids were drooping, not processing Pei Yun Chang's words, nor caring what was worth fetching at this hour.

The moment the door closed, Bian Yan couldn't hold on any longer, resting his head and comforting himself.

Just a quick nap, he'd definitely hear when Pei Yun Chang opened the door.

Afraid of making too much noise with the lights, Pei Yun Chang used a flashlight, calmly walking through the empty dormitory hallway at dawn, reaching the training room, and accurately retrieving his cushion from his seat.

"This…"

Pei Yun Chang, holding the cushion, opened the door, his voice stopping abruptly.

Bian Yan hadn't stood up to stretch, already asleep on the table, a slight snore coming from his nose, the computer on the table still on the replay screen.

Pei Yun Chang quietly stepped in, closing the door, looking at the sleeping Bian Yan, lost in thought.

"I charged too little."

Pei Yun Chang self-deprecatingly muttered, yet gently moved Bian Yan to the bed, settling himself on the chair.

Bian Yan didn't mind the bed at all, even pulling the covers over himself, finding a comfortable position, sleeping soundly.

The next day.

Pei Yun Chang and Bian Yan were woken up by Lu Chang Kong's intermittent knocking.

"Something's happened, something's happened! Brother Pei, are you there? Bian Yan didn't come back this morning!"

Lu Chang Kong pressed his eye to the door crack, anxiously tapping the door.

Bian Yan rubbed his eyes, his consciousness gradually returning, remembering he slept at Pei Yun Chang's place last night.

Lu Chang Kong's wailing continued outside.

Pei Yun Chang hadn't slept well, and being suddenly woken up made him even more irritable.

He glanced at the clock, it was only seven, so he got up with a sour face, about to open the door.

"Hey, don't!" Bian Yan stopped him with a breathy voice.

Pei Yun Chang tilted his head, questioning with his eyes.

A few days ago, Bian Yan had boasted in the dormitory about staying at the internet cafe to practice and beat Pei Yun Chang, and today he ended up sleeping in his room.

Bian Yan couldn't save face, but he couldn't say something like "I'm going to beat you" to Pei Yun Chang either.

"…Brother Lu knows I have a girlfriend."

Bian Yan struggled for a long time before coming up with this excuse.

Pei Yun Chang's eyes instantly cursed silently, almost throwing Bian Yan out.

He walked to the door, his tone impatient.

"He went straight to the training room today, told me on WeChat."

Lu Chang Kong let out a couple of "ohs," turned around to catch up on sleep, and the outside quieted down significantly.

Knowing he was in the wrong, Bian Yan looked at Pei Yun Chang's sour face, suddenly wide awake, sensibly getting out of bed.

"Please."

Pei Yun Chang didn't go to bed, instead heading to the wardrobe, opening it, and taking out a neatly folded white scarf from the back.

Without turning his head, he tossed it to Bian Yan, the white scarf unfurling instantly.

"Go back, don't let your girlfriend get jealous."

Pei Yun Chang's tone was indifferent.

Bian Yan scrambled to catch the scarf.

How did it end up with him?

[Training Room]

Bian Yan went straight to the training room after leaving Pei Yun Chang's room, sitting there for over half an hour, finally waiting for someone.

Lu Chang Kong came in, lively and full of energy, immediately crowding around Bian Yan, blinking with a gossipy look.

"You brat, not coming back and not telling us, but telling Pei Yun Chang~"

Bian Yan awkwardly laughed, making up excuses with a mouth full of nonsense.

Pei Yun Chang was the last to arrive this morning, sitting silently in his seat, his right hand unconsciously supporting his neck.

Looks like he had a stiff neck.