take away the light

There was a tsunami of cheers outside the venue, the director gave the camera to the DAR, and the five people embraced and projected it on the large LED screen. They all had smiles in their eyes, and even the coldest Loper hooked his lips. The apple head was cute and cute. The curved eyebrows made him more handsome and beautiful, and he smiled at Wakely.

Under the leadership of the staff, the five members of DAR walked to the podium, and the heavy golden trophy was held up for them together. This is not only an honor, but also a symbol of DAR's solidarity.

The host passionately said a high-sounding congratulatory speech, mobilizing the atmosphere of the scene, and everyone's emotions reached their peak.

Ning Heng's heart was beating fast, thumping, every beat was extremely clear, the heat from his whole body gathered into this fresh seed, watered by blood, blessed by honor, burning his fighting spirit and passion.

The podium is very high, and the height after stepping on it is enough for him to overlook everything.

Everyone's smiling faces are clearly visible. This is the applause that belongs exclusively to DAR, and it is a strong sense of belonging.

Flying catkins fell all over the sky, and the stage became gorgeous and romantic. Ning Heng's head was covered with colored paper, turning into a colorful apple.

He heard the person next to him chuckle, turned his eyes and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Qiao Yuyang looked at the gorgeous stage, the scorching lights lightened the alpha's aggression, and coated his facial features with a soft hazy feeling.

"I just feel that receiving the award with you is quite different." Qiao Yuyang smiled and met Ning Heng's eyes.

Confetti fireworks kept flying, and they watched each other's excellence in this fanatical cry only for DAR.

The hustle and bustle slid past his ears like a fleeting shadow, and Ning Heng heard a clear sound of broken soil——

It was the sound of his elation.

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After the game, You Fan rushed up to give them a bear hug, so moved that tears filled his eyes, he couldn't speak clearly.

Qin Bei sneered, "Hey, no! Old lady, we have won quite a few trophies, what are you doing this time?"

"It's different!" You Fan blew his nose and glared at him resentfully.

Indeed, this is the first big prize after Jin Yue and Zhang Jianan's betrayal, they missed the world championship twice in a row.

Not only a trophy, an honor, but also a new life for DAR.

Ning Heng said with disgust: "Crying now, when you win the world championship next year, you must not be so excited that you are hospitalized?"

"If there is a day, I can take off my clothes and run!" You Fan said firmly.

Qiao Yuyang said: "Don't go back on your word."

You Fan wiped his nose and tears, "Whoever repents is a bastard!"

"The Guangya Cup is just over, and you are thinking about next year's global competition?" Tina interrupted with a laughing voice.

The five people turned their heads, and the five members of the Cnin team had different expressions. The eyes of the smallest one were red, and there were still tears in the corners of their eyes.

Qin Bei sneered, "Why are you still crying? Are you so competitive?"

His English is not as good as Qiao Yuyang, with a Chinese accent, but it is enough for people to understand.

"E-sports is finished if you don't have a competitive heart." Tina is not angry, "You Chinese have a saying that winning or losing is a common matter in military affairs. Wakely, I am already looking forward to the next duel with you. I hope you and your little boyfriend It’s challenging to be this strong all the time.”

Boyfriend, this word caused ripples in Ning Heng's heart.

He lowered his eyes and looked at his toes, feeling ashamed and enjoying the title at the same time.

Qiao Yuyang nodded, and said politely and distantly: "Me too."

After Cnin left, the staff led them to take pictures and interviews again. DAR's rookie shined brilliantly on the field, making Loper's name known to all Asian teams and becoming a hot new star in the e-sports circle.

After the host interviewed the DAR team, he took Loper to chat for more than 20 minutes, when did Rob start playing, the running-in between him and his teammates after joining the team, and the mental journey of participating in the competition. The question is more detailed than the resume.

When Ning Heng came on the court, he had to adjust his state forcibly. Playing a game required a high concentration of all energy, mobilizing all senses to devote 100% to the game, and his physical strength had long been exhausted.In addition, with the pressure in my heart, my mind was muddled, I was sweating coldly, and my ankles began to ache.

It was okay when I was interviewing with the team members. Everything was answered by the captain, and occasionally a few questions just nodded and shook the head.

At this moment, Ning Heng's mouth was dry and his face was cold. The host still didn't let him go. I don't know if he really has no vision, or he deliberately wanted to slap Loper in the face.

"Loper, we all know that Wakely publicly showed his love to you on social platforms, and you even threatened to call him your 'future boyfriend' in solo queue. Is it a response to your relationship?"

Simultaneously, Ning Heng's male Chinese voice came out of his earphones. Sitting on the cold and hard bench made his back ache. He held up the microphone and answered blankly: "Yes."

Damn, is the organizer so stingy?Interview contestants are not even given sofa seats.

After playing the game all day, he came to sit on this kind of hard stool again, thinking that his butt was hard? !

Thinking of the soft sofa seats in the interview area of ​​the qualifiers last time, Ning Heng missed the embrace of the motherland very much.

Host: "So what is your current relationship?"

"Is there something wrong with your understanding?" Ning Heng didn't want to bear it any longer, the buttocks of his diaphragm were really painful, and it was also involved in the deeper secrets, "'Future boyfriend', don't you understand?"

"..." The host laughed dryly, "So you are not together yet?"

"nonsense."

The host touched his nose embarrassingly, and turned the pages of the script book, "Many people know that, in your case..."

"Do you still have a few questions?" Ning Heng looked at the thick stack of papers in his hand, and went into a rage, "Do you think it's appropriate to pester someone who has been playing games all day?"

"..." The host was stunned for the first time when he met someone who dared to shout in front of the live broadcast camera, and was frightened by his indifferent eyes.

[Hahahahahaha, Ning Shen deserves to be you, domineering! 】

[The person who wins the game is full of confidence! 】

[Laughing to death, you look at the host, you are obviously intimidated by Ningshen, you dare not speak hahahahahahaha]

[So arrogant?Our China is a country of etiquette, can we not lose face? ? 】

[Loper may only laugh when he wins the championship and faces Wakely [smoking]]

[Hahahahahaha the host directly capitalized: Is it so fierce? 】

"One last question." Ning Heng gave the order directly, and said coldly: "I'm just a beta, and my physical strength is not comparable to that of an alpha."

"Oh good..." The host was overwhelmed, swallowed, and flipped through the script in a panic, "Um... Well, we all know that you liked Wolf from KIK before, but after this competition, you can It can be seen that your style of play is more inclined to Wakely, and even when you cooperate with him, you show a high level of tacit understanding. Do you have any explanation for this?"

"..."

As soon as this question came out, the host obviously felt that Loper's aura was getting lower, and there was a storm in his eyes, whipping his weak soul if it had any substance.

"No." Ning Heng said coldly.

"..." The host choked, and discussed, "How about... explain it?"

"I don't want to explain." Ning Heng looked at him straight, "Is there anything else?"

"No... no more."

Ning Heng put the microphone on the table and left with the peripheral bag, leaving the host to wipe his sweat in front of the camera.

When he left the interview room, his legs became weak, and he squatted down against the wall, as if he was being strangled by someone's neck, he couldn't breathe, the pain in his ankle became more and more acute, his nerves throbbed, and Qiao Yuyang and Ran Peng were in his mind. His face became a paste.

【"Ning Heng, you fight very hard, but you are quite similar to the captain's style."】

【"You guys got along pretty well in duo, and you managed to rank on the server in just one day. Have you practiced in private?"】

【"I heard that he likes KIK's Wolf, but his style of play is more like a copy of Wakely. I have the confidence to challenge him."】

【"You have just joined the team, this time you can see that the style of play is biased towards Wakely, and the tacit understanding with him is also very high. Is there any explanation for this?"】

Ning Heng noticed that there were many people around him, who seemed to be concerned about his condition, but he had no time to take care of it and could not respond.

The noisy voices in his ears faded away, and the tinnitus was soft and long-lasting, which isolated him into a chaotic no-man's land, where weeds were all over the sky, the sky was dim, and the soaring tide swallowed his mind.

"Ning Heng? Ning Heng?" The familiar breath invaded, as if breaking through the darkness with a ray of light, pulling him out of the chaotic emotions.

Ning Heng blinked, his eyes gradually focused, and he saw Qiao Yuyang's stern and worried face clearly.

"Where is it uncomfortable? Do you want to go to the hospital?" Qiao Yuyang touched his forehead to take his temperature.

Ning Heng pursed his pale lips, shook his head, then hooked Qiao Yuyang's neck, buried his face in his neck and shoulders, and said hoarsely, "Captain..."

"What's wrong?" Qiao Yuyang patted him on the back, but touched his sweat-wet clothes, and asked with a frown, "Are you sick? Don't lose your temper, I'll take you to the hospital."

"No, I'm not sick." Ning Heng hugged Qiao Yuyang's neck tightly, breathing moistly, "Captain...my foot hurts."

Qiao Yuyang's eyes darkened, and he reached out to touch his ankle, "When did it start? Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"It hurts just now, I didn't hide it." Ning Heng closed his eyes, he was extremely tired, his breath was very weak, and he whimpered like a kitten, "I can't walk anymore, you hug me..."

Qiao Yuyang took off his team uniform, put it on Ning Heng, and hugged him horizontally.

Alpha's figure was much larger than his, and the omega was completely covered by the loose clothes, only revealing a section of white ankles. His face was buried in Qiao Yuyang's chest, and he fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, he saw the ceiling of the hotel.

Ning Heng was lying on the bed in a daze, his last memory was on Qiao Yuyang hugging him, and he had no memory of how he came back.

He raised his arm bluntly, fumbled for his phone on the side of the pillow, the screen lit up, and there was a long list of unread WeChat messages on the lock screen, all sent by Qin Bei, and there was also a group message about [the best team].

Qin Bei and him have always looked at each other disliked. We have known each other for so long, and we haven't sent a single private message. Now we have sent more than ten private messages.

Ning Heng clicked in, and there were all videos in a flash. From the cover, the light was dim, and the wine bottles on the table could be seen, and one of the covers was Zhao Yan's drunk face.

"..." Ning Heng didn't even open a single video, and just quit to refresh Moments.

It is four o'clock in the afternoon, and Japan's time is one hour ahead of China's, which is equivalent to three o'clock in Beijing time.

Ning Heng yawned, turned over lazily, there was still a not-so-obvious limpness in his body, and he fell asleep again after opening his eyes for a while.

With a beep, the door opened, and someone stepped on the thick carpet and walked in silently.

Ning Heng didn't move, just lying on his side on the bed with his eyes closed. When he turned over just now, he lifted the quilt halfway, revealing a large clean back with plum blossoms that were about to disappear.

"Are you awake?" Qiao Yuyang sat on the edge of the bed, leaned over and kissed his smooth shoulders, and opened his mouth to bite lightly.

Ning Heng couldn't pretend anymore, put his arm on Qiao Yuyang's shoulder, and smiled lazily: "How did you see that?"

"Your acting skills are too clumsy," Qiao Yuyang pointed out, "I'm not blind."

"..." Ning Heng pretended not to understand, and changed the subject, "Did they go to drink to celebrate last night? Why didn't you wake me up?"

"You're so tired, sleeping like a pig," Qiao Yuyang said, "I'm powerless, I can't wake you up."

"Get out!" Ning Heng scolded with a smile, "Is there such a beautiful pig as me?"

"Aren't you?"

"That's not it!" Ning Heng struggled to sit up, wanting to get out of bed and go to the bathroom.

Qiao Yuyang supported him, "Does your foot still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore," Ning Heng stomped his feet, disapproving, "I must have been too tired yesterday."

Qiao Yuyang nodded and said nothing.

Ning Heng sensitively noticed that Qiao Yuyang was a little weird, he talked less, and his air pressure was a little heavy.

"What's wrong with you?" Ning Heng stopped, turned to look at him, and poked his cheek with a smile, "Aren't you happy that you won the game?"

Qiao Yuyang looked into Ning Heng's eyes, "I'm very worried about your condition yesterday."

Ning Heng's smile froze, the raised corners of his mouth slowly flattened, and his lips were drawn into a line.

"What is it specifically? If you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask. But you can't feel uncomfortable like yesterday and force yourself, understand?" Qiao Yuyang pinched the back of Ning Heng's neck with the palm of his hand, and the warm temperature in his palm flowed along the glands. The body reaches the heart, the gentle attitude is mixed with the alpha's toughness, but it will not make people resist.

Ning Heng nodded, and took a step to wrap around Qiao Yuyang's waist, "There will be no next time."

Qiao Yuyang hummed lightly, but got his hands dishonestly into the hem of his clothes.

"..." Ning Heng grabbed the hand that went straight up to his chest, and said angrily, "You fucking change your mood too quickly, don't you?"

He's still flirting, the bastard is thinking about that stuff again.

"You know that I have never been able to resist your throwing arms." Qiao Yuyang said boldly.

Ning Heng pushed him away, gave him a non-threatening look, flashed into the bathroom, and locked the lock particularly presciently.

Qiao Yuyang laughed, and said loudly: "You'd better hurry up, everyone is waiting for you to rest and celebrate again."

"Got it!" After agreeing, Ning Heng felt something was wrong again, and yelled aggressively: "Then you still wanted to sleep with me just now?"

Qiao Yuyang said as it should: "If you want, you don't need to celebrate this achievement, anyway, they have already celebrated."

"...Get the hell out of here!"

Ning Heng took a shower as fast as he could, wiped his head with a towel and wanted to go out, but Qiao Yuyang caught him blowing his hair.

The place to eat is not far from the hotel, they walked there, Qiao Yuyang led him, there were colorful fire trees and silver flowers on both sides of the road, and the evening wind blew Ning Heng's soft hair, making the smile in the corner of his eyes even brighter.

At this time Ning Heng's phone rang, and the comfortable atmosphere was interrupted, which made him a little unhappy.

The mobile phone number in China is displayed on the screen, and the mobile phone is put to the ear, and a strange man's voice comes from the receiver——

"Hello, is this Loper?"

Ning Heng was inexplicable, "I am."

"Hi, I'm the manager of the KIK club. I don't know when you will return to China. Are you interested in meeting me?"