Chapter 19: Chapter 19
[Lu Sicheng is totally different from what people say about him. There's no way
that you're ever going to our wedding, not ever.]
[A unbelievable male chauvinist.]
[He laughed at me about hiding the water on the top shelf in the supermarket.
Other people do that? Right?]
[He also laughed at me when I couldn't reach the floor button in the elevator. I
simply had too many things in my hands at the time! And I simply forgot to put
the stuff on the floor that time. He sneered when I tried to explain! What's there
to laugh about!]
[Bad mouth, sharp tongue, likes to fool people-- --Yesterday, he pretended to be
streaming-- --though he was indeed streaming, he didn't turn on the microphone!
I played mute for an hour because of it. What's even more annoying is that he also
lowered his voice to talk to me as if he was afraid the microphone would catch it!
Dammit, he didn't even turn on the microphone ahhhhhh!]
[Little Fatty, Old Cat, and Old K are very nice people though.]
[The team manager is even nicer to Dabing than I am. He even bought a cat leash
online so he can take Dabing to fight other cats in the community.]
[Lu Sicheng pinched my earlobe and said that I have a soft ear. Tsk.]
[I'm so stressed everyday and the club even wants me to stream. I'm so nervous. Do
I need to put on makeup for streams, do I? Should I buy a beauty camera? Lu Sicheng
will laugh at me if I buy one. He will probably tell all the fans that I have the beauty
camera while I'm streaming, ahhh. Screw it, I should still buy it-- --]
[I bought it.]
[Gee, yep, I suddenly feel uneasy. It definitely sounds like something Lu Sicheng would
do, announce to the world that I use a beauty camera.]
Sitting on her bed, Tong Yao, in pajamas, was chatting online with her best girlfriend-- --
She speedily sent out one message after another. She didn't realize that her messages
had already occupied the whole screen. After sending out the last message denouncing
Lu Sicheng's last offenses, she frowned slightly, looked up at the ceiling, and started to
muse whether she had forgotten anything important: there must be more than that...
It took a long while.
Finally, Jinyang responded. Tong Yao hurried to check her message. Jinyang's response
to her long list of complaints was short and to the point, there were only four words plus a
punctuation mark-- --
[You are in love.]
Tong Yao: ".........."
Tong Yao: "? ? ? ? ? ?"
Tong Yao was so shocked that, with a shake of her hand, she threw her cell phone away-- --
The phone made a loud noise when it crashed onto the floor. Dabing who was lying on bed,
about to fall asleep, jumped into the air. The ajar room door was pushed open from the outside.
The man who she had mentioned over and over in her chat pushed the door open and coldly
asked, "What happened?"
Tong Yao asked in shock as she was picking up Dabing, "Why didn't you knock on the door!"
Lu Sicheng: "Why didn't you close the door?"
Tong Yao: "I forgot!"
Lu Sicheng: "I'm too lazy to knock."
Tong Yao: "..."
The man took peek inside and realized what the noise was about when he saw the cell phone
on the floor. He muttered, "I thought you fell from the bed." He walked in, picked up the phone
for Tong Yao. A message came in on her phone right at this moment, he lazily glanced at the
screen and paused before he spoke again, " 'You care about him, you silly kid.' I agree with the
silly kid part, but who do you care about?"
"..."
Tong Yao threw down the cat, jumping forward to grab the phone from his hand, then rushed to
the bed sitting under the blanket, alarmed-- --
It only took her three seconds.
Lu Sicheng was in the same position as he was three seconds ago, dumbfounded. He looked
at his empty hand, "Are you going crazy?"
"Why did you peek at my WeChat!"
"It popped up by itself."
"Do you have eyes under your chin! How could you see it if you didn't lower your head? !"
Tong Yao sat cuddled inside the blanket, showing only her puffed cheeks and a pair of rounded
eyes. Somehow, it reminded Lu Sicheng of squirrels. He sarcastically curled up the corner of his
lips, "No need to thank me."
He turned around, ready to leave.
As Tong Yao stared at his back, she realized that he did pick up her phone for her.
She squeezed a late "Thank you" through her teeth. Lu Sicheng didn't seem to buy
it, waving his hand behind his back.
It was then that she heard the voices and footsteps of Little Fatty and Old Cat. She
was surprised, "Why is everyone sleeping early tonight?"
The man stopped at her doorway, "Our skirmish with YQCB is scheduled at noon
tomorrow. I told them to sleep early."
"..."
Tong Yao was amazed: You told them to sleep early and they're actually doing it?
They really listen to you, ah, team tyrant.
The footsteps got closer, Lu Sicheng naturally closed the door behind him. The muffled
voices of a conversation seeped through the door. It seemed that Little Fatty was asking
Lu Sicheng why he was coming out of Tong Yao's room. What was Lu Sicheng's answer?
-- --Oh, she fell from the bed and hit her head on the nightstand with a loud thud.
It startled me.
Tong Yao: "..."
She grabbed her cell phone to locate [fhdjwhdb2333] on WeChat and sent out a private
message-- -- "You've smeared me me again, I heard it. Won't be helping you win tomorrow."
About ten seconds later, his reply was: make sure to take your medicine before bed,
rid yourself of your insanity early :)
Tong Yao: "..."
Some people could use 'smile' as 'hehe' perfectly.
She copied his reply and sent it to the person who had really gone mad and needed
medicine, Jinyang. She added a 'throwing up' expression. Afterwards, Tong Yao turned
off her cell phone, got into her blanket, yawned with satisfaction, and got ready to sleep.
The skirmish would be tomorrow.
Tong Yao stared at the ceiling for a while, turned, suddenly she kicked her legs, covering
her mouth to giggle-- --
By the heavens, I'm actually a real professional esports player!
...
The outcome of being overly excited was that she didn't sleep well that night. The next
morning, she couldn't even face the black circles around her eyes in the mirror. She turned
on the faucet…...took a shower to wake herself up. When she went downstairs, she was
surprised to find Lu Sicheng already awake, sitting on the sofa reading a book with a cup of
steaming coffee near his hand.
Tong Yao thought she had travelled to a parallel universe.
-- --My goodness, this internet addicted old man can actually still read a book.
Tong Yao went to sit down across from Lu Sicheng and saw the title of the book in his hand,
<Strange Pilgrims>[1]. Even the title was so profound that she couldn't get it. She moved her
eyes away and pretended to casually strike up a conversation, "You're up early?"
[You are in love.]
The man across from her raised his eyelids and glanced at her above the book, "CK had
games today for the mid-season competition. So I got up early to take a look."
Tong Yao thought about it, "Oh, did they win?"
"They crushed the Taiwanese and the North American teams." Lu Sicheng spoke without
much emotion, "But, was crushed by the Korean team as always."
"Oh."
[You care about him.]
Tong Yao: "Ahhh, shut up!"
Lu Sicheng: "?"
Tong Yao: "...Nothing, really."
Tong Yao used her hand to rub her face. Finally, she couldn't stand the broken record in
her mind that repeated Jinyang's words and stood up to go to the kitchen, pouring herself
a glass of icy milk. When she returned to the living room, all the other teammates had also
woken up and come down…...Lu Sicheng was back at his own seat and the opened book
was placed on the coffee table face down. Dabing was standing right next to it, stepping on
it with the paw. Tong Yao went over to pick up Dabing while glancing at the book again. She
had to try hard to hold back the urge to pick it up and take a look.
-- --Though she knew that she had absolutely no interest at the book, the reason why she
wanted to pick it up was...
Tong Yao felt like she had been bewitched.
She was fine just yesterday, now she wasn't feeling like herself after being teased by Jinyang.
It had elevated to the point that she wanted to touch everything that the man had touched...
It was a terminal disease.
[1]: The Chinese title is <梦中的欢乐葬礼和十二个异乡故事> translated into English as
A Merry Funeral in Dreams and Twelve Pilgrim Tales. Ain't that a mouthful? The book is written by Gabriel Marquez a recipient of the Nobel Prize in Literature, Strange Pilgrims is official English translation of the original Spanish title.
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