Laughing frivolously?

Is that the one laughing frivolously?

Yuan Yitong looked at Feng Xiyan in horror.

Although I only started playing "Yu Ling" recently, I actually had the idea of entering the "Yu Ling" professional circle for a long time, so I had heard of Xiao Qingkuang a long time ago.

Xiao Qingkuang, the number one swordsman in "Yu Ling", is the founder and captain of the Qingkuang team, and also the main output of Qingkuang.

With a 100% win rate in the arena, he ranks first in the competitive rankings and is an undefeated legend.

In Yuan Yitong's opinion, there are only two people in the professional circle of "Yu Ling" who can be called gods, one is Xiao Qingkuang and the other is Murong He.

Xiao Qingkuang fought against five people alone, while Murong He led the whole team.

These two people together are enough to compete with an entire team and don't need any teammates at all.

As for the Qingkuang team back then, the other members of the team really had little presence. They were overshadowed by these two and even their names were hard to remember.

Fan Shu turned around and looked at Feng Xiyan in disbelief.

In the professional world of Ghost World, he was a fan of Waltz. In the professional world of Imperial Spirit, he used to be a fan of the Qingkuang team until Murong He retired and Xiao Qingkuang disappeared.

And now, Mu He yelled at Feng Xiyan, "Laughing frivolously"? And told him to get out?!

This is very interesting.

——There is only one person in this world who dares to laugh arrogantly, or rather, who has the qualifications to laugh arrogantly.

Yuan Yitong and Fan Shu's gazes shifted from Feng Xiyan's face almost simultaneously and turned to Mu He.

Mu He, however, couldn't care about anything else at this moment. He raised his hand and pointed directly at the door: "Get out! I don't want to see you again!"

Feng Xiyan: "Murong He..."

Mu He: "Don't call me! I don't know you well!"

Okay, it’s confirmed – Mu He is Murong He.

Feng Xiyan never expected that after he tried every possible way to expose Mu He's identity, it was Mu He who exposed his identity first and yelled at him in public.

From active to passive, words that were already difficult to say become even more difficult.

But, it must be said!

Feng Xiyan didn't know when would be the most appropriate time to talk about what happened back then, but he always felt that if he missed today, he might never have another chance in the future.

So instead of "get out", he grabbed Mu He's arm and said, "Listen to me!"

"What's there to say?!" Mu He shook his hand vigorously, but it didn't work. He could only grit his teeth and respond, "Are you going to apologize? Is an apology any use?"

The words Feng Xiyan wanted to apologize were stuck in his throat.

"We are all adults and should be responsible for our own actions. I quit the entertainment industry impulsively, so I wasted half a year. I deserve it! You speak without thinking. You were the one who didn't want me in the first place. Why do you think you can redeem me with just an apology?!" Mu He said, his eyes reddening uncontrollably. He struggled desperately again, but still couldn't shake off Feng Xiyan's hand, "Let go! Let go! Why are you holding me?!"

Finally, Yuan Yitong couldn't bear it anymore, rushed forward, twisted Feng Xiyan's hand away, and blocked Mu He behind him.

He still couldn't believe that the person in front of him was actually the "unbeatable legend", but no matter how shocked he was, he couldn't just sit back and watch Mu He being bullied: "I told you, until you learn how to get along with others, stay away from the wood!"

"A tube..." Mu He pushed Yuan Yitong's waist, wanting him to stop worrying about it, but Yuan Yitong ignored him.

He continued to look at Feng Xiyan and said, "Mu Tou is right. Is an apology useful? It might have been useful back then, but now he's retired and is preparing to form a team. What good will your apology do other than disturb him? You really should think carefully before apologizing. What good will it do to Mu Tou? In my opinion, you're just trying to make yourself feel better. You haven't considered Mu Tou's perspective at all!"

Feng Xiyan looked at Yuan Yitong silently, unable to refute.

"You owe Murong He more than just an apology!" After saying this, Yuan Yitong imitated Mu He's previous actions and raised one hand to point directly at the door. "Let's go. Don't bother him again until you figure out what you owe him!"

Feng Xiyan shifted his gaze from Yuan Yitong's face to Mu He's face behind him.

Mu He looked at him, pursed his lips, looked away and stopped talking.

In the end, Feng Xiyan nodded in the direction of Mu He, without saying a word, and left Yuan Yitong's house seemingly calmly.

The moment he closed the door, Yuan Yitong's legs went weak and he almost fell, but Mu He quickly caught him.

Mu He held his shoulder with one hand and his waist with the other. Before he could ask him what happened, he heard him say with some fear: "Fuck, I offended Xiao Qingkuang...Fuck, Xiao Qingkuang...Is he really Xiao Qingkuang? The Xiao Qingkuang I know?"

Mu He was originally depressed, but when he heard his words, he was instantly amused: "Yes, that arrogant and frivolous laugh... Please don't be afraid after you yell, okay, you stupid guy."

"So you are..." Yuan Yitong stood firm and turned to look at Mu He.

Mu He stared at him for a while, sighed helplessly, and admitted: "Well, I am Murong He."

After saying that, he thought Yuan Yitong would tease him for keeping it a secret from him for so long, but unexpectedly, Yuan Yitong said nothing and opened his arms to hug him.

Mu He: ???

Yuan Yitong hugged Mu He tightly, and after a while, he whispered in his ear: "It's okay, you have us."

These words, like an arrow, pierced Mu He's heart straight through.

In front of Xiao Qingkuang, he didn't cry, no matter how wronged he felt.

However, hearing Yuan Yitong's words, it was like a box sealed in the depths of his heart was suddenly unearthed, the lid was opened, and the grievances suppressed for many years poured out, and Mu He's tears suddenly welled up.

Yuan Yitong patted his back helplessly and consoled him, "He doesn't know how to cherish you, but the entire Yuling knows your value—Murong He, the best support and commander in the entire Yuling, bar none. What does it matter if he laughs and is arrogant? No matter how powerful he is, he can only become a god himself, but you can make everyone who is willing to cooperate with you become a god."

Mu He closed his eyes and blinked away the tears.

God knows how long he had been wanting to hear this.

Yuan Yitong understood him and knew clearly what he really wanted.

What he wanted was never an apology, but recognition and approval.

——Recognize his strength, recognize everything he has done for Qingkuang, and recognize his status and value in the "Yu Ling" professional circle.

Xiao Qingkuang never said to him: You are very important to the team.

I have never said to him: I can't live without you.

On the contrary, he has been instilling in Mu He a feeling that I can still do it without you.

If that's the case, why should I stay by your side and stay in your team?!

Mu He cried more and more sadly, venting all the grievances he had accumulated over the years in one breath.

Fan Shu stood silently by, with a sad expression on his face, but his eyes were directed in the direction of Yuan Yitong.

What does Yuan Yitong understand about Mu He? Why?

Because what Mu He wants is what Yuan Yitong wants.

Now, Mu He has Yuan Yitong who understands and comforts him. What about Yuan Yitong?

This person is always like this, caring more about those around them than themselves. He gave his all for the team, only to be deserted by everyone in the end. How unfair is that?

However, Yuan Yitong comforted Mu He in his arms. Thinking of his past self, instead of feeling sad, he chuckled and said firmly in Mu He's ear: "Let's go and become gods together. Let's create our own team and write our own myth. Mu Tou, I promise you, even if the whole world is against you, I will never betray you."

——Because I know how painful it is to be abandoned by everyone, so no matter what happens, I will not let you face it alone.

Mu He just said "hmm", not knowing what else to say.

"And me." Fan Shu finally found the opportunity to speak, and said in a tone even more resolute than Yuan Yitong, "I will train hard and will never hold you back!"

Mu He was so moved that he was speechless.

Yuan Yitong turned his head to look at Fan Shu and smiled slightly: "Thank you."

*

After a while, Mu He was tired of crying, so Yuan Yitong took him into his bedroom, let him have a good sleep and rest, and then went back to the hall to pack up.

Fan Shu naturally helped to clean up.

Yuan Yitong looked at him busying around without complaint, hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but said: "Actually, I know who you are."

Fan Shu paused while wiping the table, his head full of questions - shouldn't this be his line?

He knew Yuan Yitong was Waltz, but he was just a Waltz fan, so who would know...

However, Yuan Yitong's next words were: "During the time I was in the hospital, the doctor mentioned you to me, saying that you often came to see me and asked if I knew you."

Fan Shu was stunned for a moment and looked up in disbelief.

Yuan Yitong met his gaze and looked away awkwardly: "Well, when I first heard you introduce yourself, I was a little unsure. After all, it's been so long. But you've been so nice to me, so..."

He coughed and said, "I'm not being narcissistic, but I guess you must be my fan, right? Otherwise, I can't think of anyone else who would visit me in the hospital without knowing me, and even give me flowers on our first meeting."

Facing Yuan Yitong's evasive gaze, Fan Shu couldn't help but smile and calmly admitted, "Yes, I'm your fan." After a pause, he spoke out the words he had always wanted to say but had never found the opportunity to say, word by word, "Welcome back, Yuan Shen."

Yuan Yitong was stunned and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Yuanshen - how long has it been since I heard this name?

I didn’t expect that after so many years, there are still people willing to respect him as a god.

Yuan Yitong laughed and raised his hands to cover his eyes: "Really... Don't do this, it makes me cry too."

Fan Shu tentatively moved closer to him, grabbed the hand covering his eyes, gently removed it, and then took him into his arms and hugged him: "Cry if you want to. Mu He is asleep anyway, and I am the only one here."

"Hey, don't..." Yuan Yitong wanted to push him away, but her hands were too weak. In the end, she let him hold her, leaning back in his arms, her whole body relaxed, and whispered, "Don't look at me like this. I'm much better mentally than that stupid guy. I won't cry that easily."

Fan Shu responded silently in his heart - he didn't know who was the person who cried so hard in the hospital a few years ago.

Yuan Yitong: "But seriously, it's pretty cool to have the chance to laugh and be frivolous, thanks to Mu Tou."

Fan Shu: “…”

Yuan Yitong looked up at Fan Shu, who looked somewhat helpless, and couldn't help laughing. However, he soon stopped laughing and said in a serious tone, "Fan Shu."

"Well, what's wrong?" Fan Shu looked down at him.

Yuan Yitong hesitated to speak, but finally mustered up the courage to ask him, "What are your feelings for me?"

Fan Shu raised his eyebrows: "What kind of emotion do you hope for?"

Yuan Yitong: "I can't really explain it..."

It is always a joy to be recognized and liked by others, but he feels confused and uneasy about whether this relationship is suitable for further development.

As if knowing what he was thinking, Fan Shu smiled and whispered softly in his ear with his gentle voice: "We can give it a try and see how far our relationship can develop. If one day I make you unhappy, you can always stop and I won't bother you anymore. But, at least for now, I hope I can always be by your side."

Yuan Yitong blinked.

Before he could react, Fan Shu lowered his head and kissed him lightly on the forehead: "I like you, Yuanshen."

Yuan Yitong lowered his long eyelashes and let Fan Shu press his lips on his forehead. Then he closed his eyes and said "hmm" softly.

He still didn't cry. He had cried all his tears years ago.

However, he could feel the surging emotions in his heart at this moment.

The warm feeling penetrated into my heart and melted the lingering haze.

"Let's try it," he said. "I want to try it."

*

Mu He didn't sleep.

He lay on Yuan Yitong's bed. He was obviously very sleepy and tired. He couldn't even open his eyes, but he just couldn't fall asleep.

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It felt like all the strength in my body had been drained away, and I didn't even want to move a finger.

But my mind was in turmoil, and broken memories of the past kept flashing through my mind.

To be honest, the years when he played online games with Xiao Qingkuang were the happiest years for Mu He.

But now, all the good things in the past have become sharp blades, and every time Mu He thinks about them, his mood is cut into pieces.

Oh, don’t think about it anymore.

Mu He told himself in his heart and forced himself to open his eyes.

Then he remembered that he was still working in Feng Xiyan's company, so he turned over and buried his face in the pillow.

Ahhhhhh! This damn bad fate! Bad fate!

I finally found a job that I was relatively satisfied with, but I didn't expect that I couldn't even make it through the first month's probation period.

Now that he has resigned, will Feng Xiyan settle his salary from the past few days?

Damn! Mu He, can you please show some promise? You still want a salary after all this trouble!

Mu He despised himself in his heart, turned over, took out his cell phone from his pocket, and decided to resign to Feng Xiyan right now!

However, when I clicked on WeChat, I found that I had received a new message.

It was sent by Feng Xiyan...

Mu He pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and finally mustered up the courage to click it.

I thought it would be an apology or something, but I never expected it to be this:

Feng Xiyan: The event poster I asked you to make last time, please change the date when you go to work tomorrow and postpone it to the end of the month.

After a while, another one came:

Feng Xiyan: Sorry I only saw your message now. The new character modeling is already in progress. If you are interested, you can go and take a look. If you have any questions, please let me know.

The tone was official, as if nothing had happened.

It was very infuriating, but it made Mu He calm down instantly.

——Yes, I found this job based on my own abilities, why should I quit just because my boss is arrogant?

and……

My daughter, my daughter! You should be the most beautiful child in LD, how could you be built so ugly! I must find a way to save you!

Thinking of this, Mu He hesitated again and again, and finally held back his words of resignation and replied with an "OK".

*

At this time, Feng Xiyan had already gotten into the car, and Fang Cheng was driving.

After Feng Xiyan sent the two messages, she kept staring at the phone screen until she saw the "OK" sent by Mu He, and then she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fang Cheng glanced at him in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow: "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"

Feng Xiyan put down the phone: "No."

Fang Cheng: "Aren't you supposed to meet up with your in-game friends today? I thought you guys would play all afternoon, but you ended up just having a meal?"

Feng Xiyan said "hmm".

Fang Cheng: "By the way, have you confirmed the identity of the cylinder? Is it Waltz?"

Feng Xiyan pursed her lips: "Don't check it."

"Huh?" Fang Cheng was stunned for a moment. "I didn't say I'd continue investigating. Besides, I've already investigated everything I should investigate. There's nothing else to investigate... Haven't you contacted Yu Guotian Qing since then?"

Feng Xiyan: "Don't mention it."

Fang Cheng was silent for a moment. He intuitively knew what had happened, but he couldn't guess what.

However, what is certain is that it should be related to today's face-to-face meeting.

Fang Cheng thought silently for a while, then spoke tentatively: "Who is among the people you met today? He and Murong He..."

Feng Xiyan: "Stop talking."

Fang Cheng: “…”

Well, the eldest son of the Feng family was definitely irritated. If nothing had happened, his response would usually be "shut up."

What about today?

Don’t check, don’t mention it, don’t talk about it—and you all say it so weakly.

However, just when Fang Cheng thought Feng Xiyan would remain silent, Feng Xiyan spoke calmly and said, "Don't worry about the game anymore. Just focus on your work."

Fangcheng: ???

"Fuck, Young Master, do I want to be involved in gaming matters?" Fang Cheng was speechless. "You're the one who told me to investigate, and you're the one who told me to leave it alone. What do you want?"

Feng Xiyan closed her eyes tiredly, not wanting to argue with anyone anymore. "Anyway, don't mention games in front of me anymore."

"Okay, okay, you're the vice president and you have the final say." Fang Cheng was probably the person who knew Feng Xiyan best in the world. Knowing that he was sulking at the moment, he didn't complain to him anymore, otherwise this young master would have exploded.

Fang Cheng and Feng Xiyan grew up together.

The Fang family had received a lot of favors from the Feng family in the past. In order to repay the favor and maintain the relationship between the two families, Fang Cheng's father sent Fang Cheng to Feng Xiyan.

On the surface, Fang Cheng was asked to be Feng Xiyan's playmate, but in fact, Fang Cheng was asked to be Feng Xiyan's follower.

——If you take good care of the eldest young master of the Feng family, will you still worry about having no future?

Indeed, Fang Cheng’s current position is due to the relationship between him and Feng Xiyan.

Although he is indeed capable, he doesn't know how many more years he would have to struggle if he didn't have this connection.

Society is so cruel, especially in private enterprises. It is not enough to have ability, you also need some connections, otherwise you will be exploited.

In short, Fang Cheng watched Feng Xiyan grow up.

I witnessed the whole process of his transformation from a weak young master to a fighting master who can crush stones with his bare hands.

I also witnessed the whole process of him from a simple and cheerful child to the restrained and cold overbearing CEO he is today.

It’s all because of that incident back then…

Fang Cheng sighed: "Xiyan, don't forget why you played games and why you became a professional. Games are nothing more than..."

"I said, don't mention it again!" Feng Xiyan finally yelled. After being depressed all the way, he suddenly exploded. "No matter what the game means to me, the people in the game are real!"

Fang Cheng: "You take the game too seriously!"

"You underestimated it!" Feng Xiyan said as he crushed his cell phone with his bare hands, letting the fragments get stuck in his palm and bright red blood flowed out from between his fingers.

He took a deep breath, and with great difficulty, used the pain in his palm to calm himself down. Then he said coldly, "Fang Cheng, I met Murong He today. A real person, alive."

Fang Cheng:?!