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

The night was chaotic and mixed.

Xue Lan's memory seems to be so chaotic that he can't remember what happened, but he clearly remembers the repeated fluctuations in the water pattern in the bathtub from slow to rapid, until it overflows all over the floor.

He begged for mercy so many times, and he didn't remember when Duan Wenzheng untied his hands. He only remembered that the water stains on his body were still wet before being thrown between the soft quilts.

I don't remember whether he said that he hasn't wiped it off, but I only remember that Duan Wenzheng came up again...

"……Please."

His voice was hoarse from crying.

"What are you begging me for?" Duan Wenzheng aggravated his movements maliciously, and whispered in his ear, "Please...?"

"Don't, don't say it..."

Duan Wenzheng said all the words that made people blush｜heartbeat, but held grudges terribly: "Want to learn how to be a fierce 1?... I will teach you what information to look up."

"No, no..." Xue Lan sobbed and buried her head in the pillow.

"Do you still want to be a fierce 1?"

"..."

At the end, it was unknown whether it was the wet water, the intertwined sweat, or the tears soaked in his sobs and low sobs beside the pillow.He no longer knew how much morning light was outside the blackout curtains, nor when the people around him fell asleep.

Xue Lan barely sat up with his body that was about to fall apart. After he passed out, Duan Wenzheng took him to take a bath again, and the bed was simply tidied up, but the whole body seemed to be disassembled and reassembled. The memory also appeared clearly in front of his eyes again.

It's really... so embarrassing.

Xue Lan was so shy that he didn't know what to do, when the drowsy sleeper next to him suddenly stretched out his hand and brought him back into his arms.

"Sleep a little longer."

The sweet smell of his body filled his nostrils, making Xue Lan's ears blush again unconsciously.

"It's, it's time to get up." Xue Lan buried her face in the pillow, her voice was still a little hoarse: "When everyone wakes up..."

Duan Wenzheng reluctantly opened one eye, and comforted his broken hair with fingertips: "Does it still hurt?"

"..." Xue Lan buried her face in his shoulder.

Duan Wenzheng lowered his head and kissed his eyelids again and again, just when Xue Lan felt that the current relationship was warm and beautiful——

"It's still early, shall we do it twice?"

"...??" Xue Lan was so frightened that he hurriedly reached out to push him: "We should go back, everyone should wake up later."

"It's okay." Duan Wenzheng said boldly, "I'll hurry up."

"...No, no."

But in the end, there were only the interlaced breathing and sobbing of the two of them in the room.

"Slow, slow down." Xue Lan's voice was as soft as a whispering little animal.

"Slow down? Are you afraid of being discovered?"

Duan Wenzheng raised his deep eyes between the shattered hair, the blurred and tear-stained eyes, the blushing eyes and cheeks, and even the little finger biting his mouth because he was afraid of making a sound...

Duan Wenzheng only felt that his rationality and restraint were being crushed bit by bit.

"Have you learned?"

"..." Xue Lan hurriedly shook her head in fright.

"It's okay." Duan Wenzheng was like a patient teacher: "I'll teach you slowly."

"...?!"

……

By the time the two of them finally walked out of the hotel, the sky was already bright.

Xue Lan tightened her crumpled coat while trying to distance herself from the people around her.

"Hey, wait for me." Duan Wenzheng chased after him laughing, but when he looked at his unnatural movements when he walked, he inevitably felt a little distressed and blamed himself: "I'll carry you on my back."

"No need." Xue Lan didn't buy it, it was all fake, if Duan Wenzheng really felt sorry for him, how could he still...

Thinking of this, Xue Lan turned away angrily.

"I'll carry you on my back." Duan Wenzheng still squeezed in front of him with a playful smile: "Is it an apology?"

"I can do it myself." Xue Lan gritted her teeth and continued walking forward.

Duan Wenzheng squeezed up again without giving up: "Does it still hurt? Let me see when I go back later?"

"...?!"

Xue Lan covered her ears, just wanting to get away from him quickly.

Xue Lan was lucky, thinking that the dinner party was so late yesterday that everyone probably didn't get up at this meeting.But they never thought that the two of them had just arrived at the entrance of the club, and before they had time to separate to enter the door, they bumped into Zhou Wangqing who was pushing the door out.

When the three of them met each other, Xue Lan's blood pressure rose instantly.

"It's so early...why did you go?"

Zhou Wangqing looked sleepy, looked at the two of them suspiciously, and then fixed his eyes on Xue Lan: "What's wrong with Lan Lan?"

"..."

Duan Wenzheng replied indifferently: "Of course it is..."

"Going for a morning run!!!"

Xue Lan hastily interrupted him. If Duan Wenzheng was to answer, and Zhou Wangqing was on the other side who enjoyed provoking Duan Wenzheng, Xue Lan could hardly imagine what Duan Wenzheng would say.

"..." Zhou Wangqing looked at the two of them again with a strange expression: "Going for a run so early...?"

"En." Duan Wenzheng replied blankly, "Didn't you sprain your ankle?"

"..."

Zhou Wangqing heard that most of the drowsiness had subsided, and hurriedly said: "Why are you so careless, let the team doctor take a look at it later, if it doesn't work, go to the hospital."

"...No, no need." Xue Lan waved her hand hastily in fright.

"Yes! As a professional e-sports player, we must take good care of our health, especially with this kind of injury. What if we hurt our muscles and bones? One hundred days of injury..."

"..." Xue Lan listened to his thoughts in embarrassment. No matter what, he felt that Zhou Wangqing mistakenly thought that he was a player who played with his feet. At this moment, he just wanted to sneak back to the room before the others got up.

After all, apart from Zhou Wangqing, no one would believe such nonsense.

Unexpectedly, when Xue Lan was thinking about how to say goodbye to Zhou Wangqing tactfully, Duan Wenzheng directly picked him up, threw Zhou Wangqing on the spot and walked quickly to the club.

Xue Lan lay stiffly in Duan Wenzheng's arms, completely daring to imagine whether Zhou Wangqing saw or guessed anything.

He only heard him scolding Duan Wenzheng a few words, then shouted and asked: "I'm going to buy breakfast, does Lan Lan want to bring something?"

Xue Lan was about to say no, but Duan Wenzheng answered first: "Soy milk and fried dough sticks, thank you for two."

"I didn't ask you!!!"

Xue Lan only felt that his face had been lost, and he fell in Duan Wenzheng's arms. Although Duan Wenzheng walked very fast, he hoped that Duan Wenzheng could walk faster.

Fortunately, the two returned to Xue Lan's room, and they didn't meet anyone else along the way.

Duan Wenzheng put him next to the bed, and pressed a kiss on his eyelid: "Sleep a little longer, and I'll bring you breakfast when it's time."

"..."

After Duan Wenzheng finished speaking, he turned and left the room.

Xue Lan didn't go back to sleep, and took a shower again and changed her clothes.Duan Wenzheng made a mess of yesterday's shirt. When he left the hotel, he couldn't wear it anymore, so he crumpled it up and stuffed it into his pocket.

Taking it out again at this moment... Seeing the marks on it, Xue Lan couldn't help but blush again.

Duan Wenzheng is really...too much!

Naturally, she didn't dare to take the clothes downstairs to be washed, so Xue Lan had to get into the bathroom again, and started to wash the clothes with a guilty conscience.

With the sound of water rushing in the bathroom, Xue Lan turned on the videos of several teams with outstanding strength in previous international competitions, and watched the replays of the games while washing clothes.

Although the upcoming international competition is only close to two and a half months away, after all, they have just finished the domestic league. Xie Zhinian gave them a day off today, so Duan Wenzheng dragged him like this without restraint...

Thinking of this, Xue Lan became very angry, and the clothes in his hands seemed to have turned into Duan Wenzheng, being rounded and flattened by him vigorously.

"I don't know what country of origin."

After the game, the video was played to the next one, which happened to be the pre-match interview of the team just now. The white player in the video was answering questions in fluent English.

Xue Lan has no interest, but the clothes haven't been washed yet, so she doesn't have much time to take care of it.

The interview segment continues.

"But what I know is that the world finals of "Dawn of Doom" in recent years have been held in Europe, and several world championships have been held by us, and "Dawn of Doom" is ours."

Xue Lan raised her eyelids slightly, but didn't pay much attention to what the interviewee said.

He is too familiar with this sentence, the next sentence is——

"Wind? There are too many players in Dawn of Doom, I don't remember, I have no impression."

"Only South Korea can play in the Asian Division, and other teams are not worth mentioning."

……

This interview was recorded before the international competition last year. Xue Lan was deeply impressed by it because it was a very important contradiction in the original work.

Just like Xie Zhinian once encountered, although their country is the creator of "Dawn of Doom", players have always performed poorly in international competitions in recent years, so the European TXT team, which has won consecutive championships, is so arrogant .

However, Xue Lan didn't pay attention to their clamor, because no matter in the original text or now, they will definitely win the championship and bring the World Championship back to their hometown.But he still felt that the video was too noisy, so he dried his hands and turned off the noisy video.

"Never mind what they say."

Duan Wenzheng's voice came from outside the bathroom.

"You, how did you come in?" Xue Lan was startled by his sudden voice.

Duan Wenzheng shook the key in his hand naturally: "I didn't want to disturb your rest, so I took the key myself."

"..."

Duan Wenzheng said and threw the key to him, Xue Lan caught the key and glanced at it: "Is there another key?"

"I took it." Duan Wenzheng said very consciously: "I can't always trouble you to open the door for me in the middle of the night."

"..."

Duan Wenzheng glanced at the clothes he was washing, smiled and put the soy milk fritters in his hand aside.

"Let me come, you go to eat first."

Xue Lan originally wanted to say no, but Duan Wenzheng has already consciously rolled up his sleeves and walked to his side, taking the half-washed clothes.

Remembering that he used this dress to bind his hands yesterday, and even his wrist was still aching, Xue Lan looked away shyly, and ran out to eat in a hurry.

The soy milk and deep-fried dough sticks were sweet, and Xue Lan stood at the table eating mouthfuls, but from the corner of her eye, she glanced at another bag with a pharmacy mark on it.

Just in time, Duan Wenzheng also came out of the bathroom.

"What is this?" Xue Lan and his group looked at the transparent plastic bag.

Duan Wenzheng hung his clothes aside, and walked to him: "Why do you eat standing up..."

Halfway through his question, he suddenly understood the answer. He kissed Xue Lan's bulging cheek stuffed with fried dough sticks under Xue Lan's eyes, and said with a hint of a smile in his voice, "Blame me."

"..." He didn't hear any remorse at all.

Duan Wenzheng casually picked up the bag that Xue Lan had just asked about, and put it in front of Xue Lan.

A corner of the plastic bag was exposed.

Xue Lan glanced at it, and her cheeks were instantly stained red.

Duan Wenzheng picked up the contents without feeling anything, and while checking the words on the bottle, he said nonchalantly, "Are you done? Go to bed after you've eaten, and I'll help you with the medicine."

"...?!"