The Whole World Thinks I'm a Woman Disguised as a Man

After returning to the club, everyone returned to their respective rooms at the same time. Everyone seemed to have something on their minds, including Zhou Wangqing who was carefree all day long.

Xue Lan made a phone call after returning to the room.

"...En." While flipping through the data analysis notes in his hand, he waited for the other party's reply.It wasn't until a positive answer came from the other side of the phone that he breathed a sigh of relief: "Understood, thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Xue Lan breathed a sigh of relief, and his fingertips were still caressing slowly on the notes.

After confirming that Wen Yan's injury had indeed recovered and he could play normally, Xue Lan's hanging heart finally fell.

Although Wen Yan's hand injury relapsed earlier than described in the original text, fortunately, the recovery time was also earlier than the "after the domestic finals" in the original text.

Being able to play with Wen Yan in the domestic finals also gave him a lot of confidence, but more importantly, his guilt towards Wen Yan was finally relieved a little.

but……

After this matter was confirmed, he fell into another trouble.

About Thunder.

What are they trying to do by contacting other foreign teams before the game?

Xue Lan turned the notes in his hand to the summary record about Lei Ting, and his fingertips landed on the name "Unknown" again.

A strange thought floated in his mind... Leiting bought Qi Siyu on the eve of the game, so they regarded Deng Ruiqiu as an important trump card in the international competition.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Xue Lan's heart beat so fast that he seemed to jump out of his chest, he hurriedly closed the book, calmed down his heartbeat and opened the door.

It was already very late, Xue Lan walked towards the door of the room while guessing that the person outside the door was probably Duan Wenzheng.He seemed a little unhappy when he was on the field just now, and he hadn't had time to find him... Unexpectedly, he found him by himself.

Thinking of this, Xue Lan's footsteps became lighter unconsciously.

Duan Wenzheng is like this, he always calls him a child but always pretends to be angry and asks him to coax him.

He walked quickly to the door, but he was taken aback when he saw who the person outside the door was.

"I just heard that BTR caught the mole."

"..." Xue Lan put away his unnatural expression, looked at Zhou Wangqing who was looking left and right in front of him: "Who is it?"

"Frank, do you have any impression?" Although Zhou Wangqing said this, there was not much approval in his eyes.

Xue Lan naturally had the impression that this person was Deng Ruiqiu's teammate at the time. At that time, Deng Ruiqiu's team was disbanded. Although he was not recognized by the youth training camp, he was still signed by BTR.

"what do you mean……"

"They found out that Frank has been in frequent contact with Deng Ruiqiu recently, and Frank did not support in time twice in the four-in-two game." Zhou Wangqing nodded: "But I think...it doesn't make sense."

"At that time, Deng Ruiqiu and him were not at odds, and as far as we know, the relationship between Deng Ruiqiu and Lei Ting was not good." Xue Lan also nodded when she heard the words, and thought carefully: "Under such a premise, how do you think of Frank? He doesn't seem like someone who would fight fake matches because of Deng Ruiqiu..."

"You think the same way, right!" Zhou Wangqing nodded in agreement: "So I think this matter is not easy, and I still need your help in this matter. I plan to..."

"You don't sleep most of the night, what are you doing here?"

Zhou Wangqing hadn't finished speaking when a sudden voice scared the two people who were whispering together and nearly lost their wits.

As soon as Zhou Wangqing turned his head, he saw Duan Wenzheng who was standing behind him at some point. He swallowed in fright: "I didn't say anything... What are you messing about in the middle of the night?"

Xue Lan, who was whispering with Zhou Wangqing, also raised his head and looked behind him. He didn't need to look carefully, he already knew who it was.But remembering that Zhou Wangqing was still talking to him... Such a scene of "private meeting in the middle of the night" was bumped into by Zhou Wangqing, at this moment Xue Lan just wanted to close the door quickly.

It's just a pity that before he had time to close the door, Duan Wenzheng bumped into Zhou Wangqing's shoulder and walked to Xue Lan's side as if no one was there, and raised his wrist to check the time.

"It's past training time now." Duan Wenzheng took Xue Lan's shoulder very consciously: "Sorry, he's mine after twelve o'clock."

"..."

After Duan Wenzheng finished speaking, he ignored Zhou Wangqing's embarrassing expression, took the flushed Xue Lan into his arms and closed the door with a bang.

Xue Lan was dragged into the door by him in a daze, only then came back to his senses and hurriedly tried to slip out of the shackles of his arms.

"Seeing that Brother Qing has something to do with me, I, I still want to talk to him..."

"About Thunder?" Duan Wenzheng sneered coldly with disdain: "Let Zhou Wangqing go to the trouble, you don't need to interfere in this matter, you can concentrate on playing the game."

"But..." Thinking of Deng Ruiqiu, Xue Lan still hesitated.

"Although Zhou Wangqing is usually a bit silly, he didn't grow up a vegetarian, so you can leave this matter to him."

Duan Wenzheng's tone was firm, but Xue Lan whispered with some guilt: "Why do I feel that you always seem to be cheating on Brother Qing...in case he is naive..."

"Don't worry." Duan Wenzheng rubbed Xue Lan's little head when he heard the words: "Compared to this, you should worry about yourself."

Duan Wenzheng's smiling voice made Xue Lan shiver involuntarily, especially when he realized that his hand was slipping from the top of his hair and slowly tracing along the vertebrae of his back.

"Should I be rewarded for winning the game?"

Xue Lan hurriedly pressed Duan Wenzheng's wrist, blushing and nodded.

"Then kick me out of the waiting room after the game, should I be compensated?"

"..."

Seeing that Xue Lan was silent, Duan Wenzheng raised his hand again.

Xue Lan had no choice but to hold his hand again with a low cry, and nodded embarrassingly again.

Duan Wenzheng seemed satisfied with his answer, and leaned closer again until he retreated to the wall and there was nothing left to do.

"When will the reward for the single match be given to me?"

"..."

This question successfully turned Xue Lan, who was still immersed in the shape of an ostrich just now, into a little hedgehog.

The reward for the solo competition is...

Duan Wenzheng never brought up the request during the singles competition. Xue Lan originally thought he was the one who changed the story, but he didn't expect him to remember it!

"Such a great opportunity is in front of you, you have to coax me well." Duan Wenzheng looked down at his shy eyes, and the whispers in his whispers seemed to turn into shallow kisses: "Now I'm hungry , you said... what should I do?"

Xue Lan's cheeks burned even hotter, and even the breath between the two seemed to gradually heat up because of the whisper at this moment.

To coax Duan Wenzheng...

Of course he is willing.

As long as it doesn't make him...

Although he has not yet become a qualified fierce one, he still has to satisfy his boyfriend's little wish of acting like a baby.

"Okay, okay." Xue Lan murmured in a low voice like a mosquito.

But just when he was fully prepared, Duan Wenzheng let him go suddenly, and opened the door of the room beside him casually.

"In that case, let's go."

"...??"

So, 10 minutes later.

Xue Lan lightly poured the seasoning packet into the boiling water, the aroma of the ingredient packet scattered in the air along with the dense water vapor, and the noodles in the pot seemed to make the index finger move.

After a while, Xue Lan turned off the fire.

"There's only this, you can make do with it."

Duan Wenzheng, who was leaning against the cabinet and kept his eyes on him, then looked away, walked to him and watched him carefully pick up the milk pot and pour the boiled instant noodles into the washed bowl.

Duan Wenzheng reached out to take the pot in his hand and helped him pour the instant noodles.

"You look . . . beautiful in that apron."

This apron... was bought by Zhou Wangqing on a whim before. Although it is only black and white, it has delicate lace. Xue Lan looks really smart and cute when she wears it.

Xue Lan, who was praised, raised her head ignorantly, as if she felt a little happy because of his words.

The two of them entered the kitchen at night, and Duan Wenzheng stood aside, blowing on the noodles quietly, and began to eat.

Xue Lan cleaned the pot that he had just used, and when he turned around, he saw that Duan Wenzheng had finished eating the bowl of noodles, squeezed to the side of the sink and turned on the faucet.

"Let me do it."

Xue Lan took the bowl naturally, and Duan Wenzheng didn't refuse.

But when he started to wash the dishes seriously, Duan Wenzheng hugged him naturally from behind.

Such a scene seemed familiar.

The last time seemed... It was at Duan Wenzheng's home.

This time Xue Lan did not refuse. At this moment in the dimly lit kitchen, only he and Duan Wenzheng who sneaked in because of hunger after the game, made him feel very warm during this short post-match resting moment.

Duan Wenzheng rested his chin on his shoulder, and murmured sleepily, "If we win the World Championship, show me the apron again?"

This didn't seem to be a difficult request, and Xue Lan even felt that it was Duan Wenzheng's dependence on him.

Xue Lan vaguely remembered Duan Ke once said that Duan Wenzheng often lived alone when he was very young...

But it's different now, he will always be with Duan Wenzheng, no matter what time it is.

Thinking of this, Xue Lan nodded seriously.

He even began to feel that in such a warm scene at this moment, they seemed to be partners who had lived together for many years.So Duan Wenzheng also hopes that they will continue to be like this in one year, five years, or ten years, right?

They played games together, and after the games, they sneaked into the kitchen to cook instant noodles secretly. If there was another holiday, he could also prepare some desserts that Duan Wenzheng likes to eat. Those days would be very happy.

Thinking of this, Xue Lan's heart became softer and more joyful.

His movements of washing dishes also became more brisk.

But just when his heart was filled with joy and sweetness, there was a slight tickle from the tip of his ear.While he was shivering due to itching, Duan Wenzheng bit his ear with his lips, and then grabbed the wrist he subconsciously blocked. Between the thin kisses and rubs, he whispered the second half sentence:

"Only an apron."