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I was so angry I could almost spit blood.
The only close relationship Han Yin had was with that pink avatar girl, who was labeled as his Buddy.
I felt utterly defeated.
No wonder Han Yin refused my invitation to play; he was busy carrying a girl in the game.
But with his clumsy skills, I doubted he could carry her for long—she would probably run away soon enough.
So, out of frustration, I decided to play Brawl by myself.
Half an hour later, I quietly exited the game.
This game might not be for me.
Later that night, around ten, Han Yin finally messaged me: "Sorry, my buddy asked me to play a couple of rounds with him. Let's team up in a few days."
Buddy?
I scoffed inwardly; it must be one of those "buddies" who calls him 'bro' in a whiny voice.
I replied dismissively and put my phone on silent before going to sleep.
For the next week, I didn't play at all. Occasionally, I logged in just to check, and Han Yin was mostly online too.
In between, I couldn't help but check his match history a couple of times. Without exception, he was always playing with that Buddy of his.
I felt gloomy. The food at the school cafeteria had also been terrible lately; everything tasted like vinegar.
So sour.
It's the weekend.
Bored and restless, I logged into the game.
Sure enough, Han Yin was online.
I was about to ignore him and go solo in Brawl when suddenly, I received a friend request.
It was from Han Yin.
After a moment of hesitation, my hand trembled and I accidentally hit "Accept."
However, Han Yin had started a Ranked match, a Three-Person Rank, and besides the two of us, there was his good Buddy.
I knew I had no reason to feel jealous, yet anger flared up inside me.
I intended to exit right away, but Han Yin took the initiative and launched the game.
Han Yin quickly selected... Han Xin.
Not wanting to embarrass myself further, I chose Zhen Ji, a character I was relatively familiar with.
At the start, both of them activated team voice chat. Out of spite, I turned off both the voice and my headset—out of sight, out of mind.
However.
Seeing Han Yin charging to the top lane to save her while Han Xin was operating, my heart was still in turmoil.
When did Han Yin's jungling become so impressive?
I even suspected he had someone playing for him.
In the top lane, when his good buddy Mi Yue was ambushed, he rushed over from the jungle, saved her, and casually secured a triple kill.
I stood stunned in the mid lane, silently typing "666," and then...
I got tower-dived and killed.
I was extremely frustrated.
Not only was I already feeling jealous, but the enemy jungler was also relentlessly chasing me down.
I ended up with a score of 3-7, and my mentality completely collapsed.
However—
Whether intentional or not, for the rest of the match, Han Xin stopped jungling and specifically targeted the enemy Zhao Yun.
In the following ten minutes of gameplay, Zhao Yun was solo-killed by him four times. I finally couldn't help but type: "?? Han Xin, did I kill your wife?"
I couldn't help but laugh at that.
While clearing my minion wave in the mid lane, a message suddenly popped up from Han Yin on the left: "Yes."
Yes?
To...
However, I seemed to recall that Zhao Yun only chased after me to kill me.
I silently mocked myself for being so pathetic, and my face suddenly flushed.
Just as I was lost in thought, my WeChat vibrated with a message from Han Yin:
"Why aren't you using voice chat? Is it inconvenient?"
I hesitated for a moment, then exited the background to reply: "No."
I then returned to the game and activated the voice chat.
As soon as the voice chat opened, a rough male voice echoed in my headphones: "Han Yin, is your girl shy? Why isn't she talking?"
I was stunned for a while, only snapping back to reality when a minion hit me and took away a small chunk of health.
Han Yin hadn't lied to me; his "soft girl" friend was indeed a guy.
Not only that.
After one game, I could almost picture the other person's appearance: a burly man in a tank top and baggy shorts, picking at his feet.
During the game, the three of us were on voice chat, and Han Yin casually explained that his friend was particularly bad at the game. For the past couple of days, he had been inviting Han Yin to play together to help him rank up.
I had intended to tease Han Yin about his skills, but reality slapped me hard—
In less than half a month, Han Yin's skills had skyrocketed; he had truly become a Jungle King.
My friend has such a quirky personality, with the nickname "The King." He has a Northeast accent, and even while playing games, he always has some funny quips that make me laugh uncontrollably.
After playing for an entire night, I managed to level up. In the last match, I couldn't hold back my curiosity any longer and asked Han Yin, "Why didn't you agree to play with me before when you were with him?"
Han Yin didn't respond.
Instead, it was his buddy who chimed in with a grin, "This guy was playing League of Legends before. When he teamed up with you, he had just started playing Honor of Kings and wasn't very skilled. He got a bit discouraged after playing with you and insisted on practicing for a week before coming back to carry some girls."
I felt my face heat up through the screen.
So…
Was Han Yin practicing his skills because he wanted to carry me?
Recently, Han Yin and I have been playing together a lot.
However, it's only in the game. From being the rookie who crashed into walls twice and got killed by the Red Buff to now becoming a genuine Jungle King, I’ve been calling him "Brother Yin" as we team up to climb the ranks.
But on Saturday night, just after finishing a game, I received a call from my best friend Qingqing.
Among our group of four sisters, she has the loudest voice.
However, today on the phone, her tone was weak as she said, "Zhong Zhong, my stomach hurts…"
I was startled by her frail voice. I quickly said goodbye to Han Yin and exited the game to catch a ride over.
Qingqing lived alone, and I had the password to her door lock.
When I arrived, Qingqing was curled up in bed, her face pale. As I got closer, I realized she was sweating profusely from pain.
"Qingqing..." I was startled by her condition.
I rushed over to ask her what was wrong, suspecting it might be appendicitis. I quickly pulled out my phone to call an ambulance.
She was in so much pain that she couldn't sit up, and I couldn't manage her on my own.
Just as I took out my phone, Han Yin's call came through.
I hesitated for a moment before answering, speaking before he could:
"Are you okay?"
Perhaps my anxious tone made him understand immediately; without wasting any time, he replied, "Where are you? I'm on my way."
I gave him the address and then started helping Qingqing get dressed. She was only wearing a nightgown, and it was cold outside.
Han Yin must not have been far away. Just as I finished helping Qingqing put on her clothes, there was a knock at the door.
I ran to open it.
It was Han Yin.
Without saying a word, he helped me lift Qingqing up and guided her out to the elevator and into the car.
Then we drove straight to the nearest hospital.
As I was about to pay for the hospital fees, I realized I didn't have enough money and was considering asking Han Yin for a loan.
However, before I could even speak, he stepped forward and placed his WeChat payment code at the window.
I noticed the amount due and felt a bit embarrassed as I said, "I'll pay you back tomorrow..."
To avoid overspending, I usually don't link my bank card to WeChat or Alipay; I only keep enough for daily expenses in WeChat.
I had come in a hurry today and didn't bring my bank card, nor could I remember the card number.
However,
Before I finished speaking, Han Yin's palm rested gently on my head, giving it a light rub.
His gesture was so natural. "No rush, there's no need to be polite with me. Let's get your friend scheduled for surgery first."
I was stunned for a couple of seconds before hurriedly clutching the payment slip and heading upstairs.
In truth, my heart was already racing wildly.
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