lcionline Chapter 73 Arrogant Second-Generation Prodigy (Gong) VS Humble, Sensitive, and Invisible (Shou) [11]
Chapter 73 Arrogant Second-Generation Prodigy (Gong) VS Humble, Sensitive, and Invisible (Shou) [11]
Jiang Xiyu was allowed to stay by Lu Xingye's side again. Because of the wontons, Jiang Xiyu barely managed to get a chance from the young master, and their relationship finally improved somewhat.
Although Lu Xingye gave him a chance, the previous barriers remained, and he was not too willing to let Jiang Xiyu get too close.
Perhaps, it's the legendary case of "once bitten by a snake, twice shy," fearing that Jiang Xiyu might steal a kiss from him when he's not looking.
Lu Xingye felt this was dangerous, so he began to deliberately distance himself from Jiang Xiyu.
How deliberate was it?
He was so deliberately aggressive that if Jiang Xiyu accidentally touched his hand, he would jump up in shock and fly into a rage, just like the last time Jiang Xiyu accidentally used his chopsticks to eat a wonton. His face would turn red and white in turns as he questioned him about why he touched his hand...
Jiang Xiyu was very helpless because he was applying medicine to the young master. How could he apply it without touching his hands?
He couldn't help but chuckle to himself, thinking that the post-traumatic stress disorder was far too severe.
Later, Lu Xingye realized he had overreacted, so he stopped talking and just stared at him intently. It was as if he would rush up and pinch Jiang Xiyu's face if he dared to laugh.
Therefore, in order to prevent him from getting angry for no reason, Jiang Xiyu simply reduced her contact with him.
A few days later, the burns on Lu Xingye's hand had healed considerably, and Jiang Xiyu applied ointment to them once more.
Lu Xingye was dissatisfied again: "Jiang Xiyu, why are you taking so long to apply the medicine? My game has already started."
Jiang Xiyu sighed helplessly, "I'm just afraid of touching your hand, so I have to be careful."
He carefully applied the last bit of ointment to the wound and told Lu Xingye, "It should be almost healed, you don't need to apply it anymore."
Lu Xingye gave a soft snort and withdrew his hand.
An hour later, Lu Xingye lost two games of King of Glory in a row. His face was sour, and his fingers were ice cold.
Jiang Xiyu was doing her homework next to him when she heard him breathing heavily. She turned around and saw him breathing on his hands. So she took out a hand warmer from her pocket, got up, and was about to go over and tear it open for him.
When Lu Xingye saw that thing, he started to throw a tantrum.
"I don't want this hand warmer!"
Jiang Xiyu looked at the hand warmer in her hand with pity and asked, puzzled, "Why? This hand warmer heats up very quickly."
"You gave it to Lu Zhibai last time, I don't want to use the same thing as him!"
The way he spoke made it sound like he would loathe anything that was even remotely related to Lu Zhibai.
Jiang Xiyu tried to explain, "But this hand warmer is new and has never been used."
"I don't want a hand warmer!" Lu Xingye said through gritted teeth. As he spoke, his gaze swept over Jiang Xiyu's face. Seeing his helpless expression, his tone lowered: "Anyway, I don't want to use this hand warmer! Go get me a hot water bottle."
"But the hot water bottle isn't charged yet."
"Jiang Xiyu, are you stupid? Couldn't you have prepared in advance?"
He never had to mention these things before.
Lu Xingye felt that Jiang Xiyu had changed.
Jiang Xiyu had no choice but to put away the hand warmer, go upstairs to get a hot water bottle, charge it, and hand it to him.
The villa has heating, but the young master dislikes the dryness caused by it, so he usually doesn't like to turn it on.
There was nothing we could do but go along with him. Actually, the villa wasn't that cold, but Lu Xingye was the kind of person who was naturally prone to cold hands and feet. Over time, the most common items in the villa during winter became hot water bottles.
Lu Xingye felt that playing games alone was not fun, so he asked Jiang Xiyu to play with him.
Jiang Xiyu said, "I haven't finished the homework that's due tomorrow."
Lu Xingye said he was stupid, that he couldn't even do such simple code.
Jiang Xiyu was a little angry.
Anyone would be upset when faced with these complicated assignments.
The code was extremely complex. If there was even a small mistake, it had to be scrapped and the error found again. When Jiang Xiyu was searching for the error, he felt like his eyes were going to go blind.
Even though Lu Xingye clearly knew how to do it, he still threw that assignment at him to write, as if he was deliberately making things difficult for him.
Jiang Xiyu stopped talking, turned around and sat back down in her seat, continuing to type on her computer.
The sound of the laptop keyboard was quite loud, and it was even clearer in the quiet environment.
Lu Xingye couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to. He turned his head to look at Jiang Xiyu's back for a while, then chuckled, got up and walked over. He then looked down at Jiang Xiyu and started teaching him as if it were a reward.
Originally, it would have taken Jiang Xiyu several hours to finish the code, but after Lu Xingye's guidance, he actually finished it ahead of schedule for the first time ever. After finishing the assignment, Lu Xingye asked Jiang Xiyu to copy it for him and then urged him to go online as soon as possible.
Jiang Xiyu then agreed to play games with him.
But he doesn't play support very often, so he's a bit of a liability.
Lu Xingye was furious, saying that Yao was running around aimlessly and should just stay by his side.
Jiang Xiyu was under immense pressure. He wanted to stay by Lu Xingye's side, but every time he revived, Lu Xingye died, and every time Lu Xingye came back to life, Jiang Xiyu died.
Later, one of the young masters got angry and started AFK (away from keyboard) at the fountain.
Jiang Xiyu had no choice but to run back to get him, hang on his head, and repeatedly assure him that he would never die before he was willing to come out. Then, in the next team fight, Lu Xingye's marksman hero died, and Jiang Xiyu, with low health, ran back to the fountain without looking back.
Lu Xingye laughed angrily, gritting his teeth as he said, "Why are you running? Weren't you the one charging forward? Now you're running fast!"
Jiang Xiyu had no choice but to apologize, her tone very soft as if she were coaxing him: "I'll go back to the spring to get you."
Lu Xingye: "..."
Damn it, Jiang Xiyu is such a stubborn mule.
After losing three games in a row, Jiang Xiyu said somewhat embarrassedly, "Forget it, I think I'll stop playing. I'm too bad at this game."
As if he had heard something unforgivable, Lu Xingye threw his phone into Jiang Xiyu's arms and sneered, "You've tricked me, and now you're not going to call anymore? Jiang Xiyu, you're such a swindler!"
"I'm sorry, I'm really not very good at playing support..." Jiang Xiyu saw that he looked unwell, hesitated for a moment, and then said to him in a consultative manner, "How about you don't make me play Yao, and I'll try something else?"
Lu Xingye gave him a very contemptuous look and said, "Even Lian Yao can't figure this out. If you try to play other games, you're going to screw me over."
Jiang Xiyu picked up the phone that had been thrown into his arms and handed it back to him, looking as serious as if he were taking an exam.
He said, "Let me try, Xingye-ge."
When Jiang Xiyu gets nervous, she tends to blink frequently.
Lu Xingye watched his clear black and white eyes blink and flutter his eyelashes. After a long silence, he looked away and said disdainfully, "Let's see what tricks you can come up with."
Jiang Xiyu knew that he had agreed, and breathed a slight sigh of relief.
As the new game began, Jiang Xiyu chose to play jungle, but Lu Xingye was forced to choose support, as if to indirectly accuse Jiang Xiyu of playing poorly, he also locked in Yao.
The young master, holding the most beautiful collector's edition skin, stood next to Jiang Xiyu, who was holding the original skin, looking like a princess in a castle and a frog in the mud.
As he watched, he complained, "How can you not use skin sharing? It's so shabby and ugly, I don't even want to use it."
Jiang Xiyu pursed her lips and said she had forgotten.
The young master snorted and said in a condescending tone, "I'll follow you this once. If you die, I won't follow you anymore."
Jiang Xiyu nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay."
After a game, Jiang Xiyu still felt that he was more suited to jungling. He could kill wherever he went, and even the bushes on the map were inevitably scratched by the claws of the free-range chickens.
Even if they manage to reach the enemy's high ground and one of the young masters revives, Jiang Xiyu will still fly back to pick him up.
The two became engrossed in the game, and Lu Xingye's voice occasionally rang out in the living room as he directed Jiang Xiyu.
As the butler passed by, he noticed the distance between the two people and smiled with satisfaction.
After winning a few games, the two of them found themselves sitting closer together for some reason.
Lu Xingye's long leg, which had been bent, was now draped over Jiang Xiyu's thigh.
Perhaps he accidentally kicked the hot water bottle towards Jiang Xiyu, as the scripture instinctively chased after the heat source. When Lu Xingye realized what had happened, his expression changed slightly: "I'm not playing anymore."
Jiang Xiyu looked up at him with some confusion, thinking that he was unhappy because she had caused him to die once by diving the tower.
Unexpectedly, Lu Xingye kicked him in a fit of anger, preemptively blaming him: "Why are you so close to me?"
Jiang Xiyu was stunned for a moment, then looked at the seat she was sitting in. It hadn't changed.
The hot water bottle resting against his legs was about to fall off the sofa due to Lu Xingye's movement.
Jiang Xiyu caught it quickly, but her hand accidentally brushed against a bit of skin exposed on Lu Xingye's leg.
It was icy cold, and Lu Xingye could feel it even through his clothes.
My leg, which was already numb, felt like ants were biting me from the bone when it was rubbed like that.
Lu Xingye's fair skin flushed slightly, whether from anger or something else, he suppressed the tingling sensation and withdrew his leg, his anger seemingly grinding his teeth: "Jiang Xiyu, what are you touching! You're a pervert!"