Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

After he finished speaking, the red-haired boy opposite him fell silent, and Song Wenqi realized belatedly what he had said.

[Master, you are so bad. You tease the Lord God even though you know the reason! ] Benben curled his lips in his little nest in the sea of ​​consciousness.

I want to, what's it to you?

Stupid Diary +1: I was scolded today for being rude, and my snacks were confiscated...

Song Wenqi was visibly stunned for half a second, with a hint of embarrassment and regret flashing across his face. He immediately tried to smooth things over for himself:

"Actually, I like you."

Oh no, the more I explain, the worse it gets.

"I did not mean that……"

"Excuse me, please give me your coffee." The waitress appeared at the right time and saved Song Wenqi. She placed the two cups of the same drink on the table in front of the two of them and left.

He reorganized his words during the blank time: "I mean, I've actually watched your live broadcast."

"I've known you for a long time."

"I like you...your gaming skills."

It is hard to believe that an e-sports star who has dominated the national rankings for many years and whose strength is no less than that of any professional player, would say to another amateur game anchor that he admires his professional skills.

"Don't be nervous, we're just chatting, aren't we?" Si Mo took out a tissue and handed it to Song Wenqi, but the moment he took it, he accidentally touched Si Mo's fingers, and Song Wenqi withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

"I look forward to the time when we can team up and play games together in the future." Si Mo lowered his eyes and glanced at his muted phone. The first message showed that it was sent three minutes ago from the leader of the SKP training base.

To be honest, there was no other way. Unless he could make an appointment with Song Wenqi in person, he was afraid that he would get annoyed by the invitations and block him directly. And even if he did so, the chances of success were still slim.

Interview? Coincidentally, the person sitting opposite him was Song Wenqi himself.

Si Mo stroked the wall of the cup in front of him and asked, "Actually, I've always been curious. With your strength, there should be many professional teams inviting you to join. Why are you still alone until now?"

"Yes." Song Wenqi nodded and told Si Mo the truth: "But I'm not interested, so I refused."

Si Mo rested his arm on the table and supported his chin with one hand, and said softly, "...Is that so."

"what happened?"

"No," Si Mo said, "I just feel it's a pity."

Song Wenqi paused in stirring and asked in confusion, "What a pity?"

"God Qi, if there is a team that sincerely invites you to join and can promise to give you a signing fee of tens of millions and the position of team captain, would you like to try it first?"

Facing the boy's expectant eyes, Song Wenqi didn't quite understand, but after an objective analysis, he still said, "Probably not."

"To be honest, the first few teams that invited me all said the same thing."

Si Mo: “…”

Isn't it too much for colleagues to snatch people? !

"But," Song Wenqi expressed his concerns, "not to mention that I am already unclear about my position, taking tens of millions in signing fees right from the start is likely to attract hatred."

He smiled frankly: "To be honest, I don't think I'm worth that much money."

"Secondly, many members of the team work very hard. I can't take it for granted that I will be the captain just because I am the most popular. This is unfair to everyone."

"When the team is divided, the game cannot be played well."

"So these two conditions combined are not only unfavorable to me, but also seem like... a sweet trap?"

After Song Wenqi saw Si Mo was silent, he added: "This is just my personal opinion, so I cannot accept this kind of invitation."

……

After a while, the red-haired boy finally nodded. He looked at Song Wenqi again, his eyes suddenly brightened: "It seems that I think too much."

Song Wenqi wanted to ask him directly what these words meant. He guessed half of the answer based on the clues, so he asked Si Mo tentatively: "...Do you want me to join the team?"

"Yes." Si Mo did not hide anything and frankly revealed his identity that few people outside the base knew. He lowered his head and took out a business card from his pocket and pushed it in front of Song Wenqi:

"Actually, my purpose in inviting you to have coffee this time is to poach you as the founder of SKP."

Song Wenqi obviously didn't expect this. His pupils shrank for a moment, and then he heard Si Mo say:

"But after listening to what you said just now, I changed my mind."

"You're right. Every member has worked very hard. The golden age for e-sports players is only a few years. We shouldn't let them have any regrets."

"However, the conditions proposed earlier for you to become the captain are not special privileges. Our plan is to let the other team members run for the position by winning or losing the game first."

"Because I know them and I believe in your ability, I think that position is well deserved by Qi Shen."

"As for the signing fee," Si Mo folded his hands and smiled helplessly, "It's because your peers are too greedy and are afraid that if the price is too low, they won't be able to recruit you."

"You have to know that for a team like Qi Shen, no matter who they choose, the other teams will cry for three days and three nights to accept the loss."

Si Mo pretended to be sad when he said the last sentence. Song Wenqi's usually cold expression cracked for a moment, and he tried hard not to laugh out loud.

"How about eight million if you'd like?"

"This is the price our main player signed that year. It can't be any lower. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing to tell others about it. It would seem like our SKP team doesn't value Qi Shen."

Si Mo finished stating his conditions and waited for Song Wenqi's reply.

After a while, he pursed his lips and looked at Si Mo with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"I just didn't expect that the person behind this team is you."

Song Wenqi has always had a good memory. He suddenly remembered that this name had appeared in his mailbox three times. Among the many teams that extended olive branches to him, this was the most persistent one.

"Normal." Si Mo was not surprised to hear the answer. He pushed the business card forward again and asked, "So, would Qi Shen consider us?"

Song Wenqi lowered his eyes and took a look, his gaze fixed on the boy's white fingertips, then he looked down to see the content clearly. The business card read: Founder of SKP team - Si Mo.

Why did you use a fake name? No wonder...

"Okay, I'll consider it." Song Wenqi responded, took the business card from Si Mo's hand and put it away carefully.

After leaving the cafe, the two decided to walk back side by side. The fiery clouds in the sky had disappeared, and the beautiful pink clouds seemed like a dream.

But when dusk falls and night falls—

"Song Wenqi, look up." Si Mo suddenly stopped and said to him, "It's dusk."

Song Wenqi's heart skipped a beat. The deafening heartbeat and the voice of Si Mo calling his name came into his ears at the same time. He obediently raised his head and looked at where Si Mo was pointing.

The first star appeared in the sky, the only one within sight.

Some people say that the first star that appears in the sky when it just gets dark is called dusk.