“Secretary Chi, stick with me and I’ll protect you!” Chen Che declared heroically.
“Alright.”
But the next second, Chen Che added, “That said, if we run into Captain Qi, just run. Don’t look back. If you do, you’ll die a miserable death.”
“……”
Qi Song, the subject of their fear, said nothing—his fingers slid silently across his phone screen.
What’s he going to pick?
Chi Zhan was a little curious, but it felt impolite to sneak a glance at someone else’s screen. He held back and began selecting his own character instead.
Seven usually played mid, right? He leaned toward mages, occasionally dabbling in support. Chi Zhan couldn’t recall him ever choosing a warrior or a marksman.
Alright then—he’d go for a marksman this time.
Chi Zhan locked in his character. Chen Che picked a tanky support to go bot lane with him. As the match started loading, Chi Zhan noticed Seven had chosen a warrior.
“……”
Chen Che looked a little nervous.
“Ah crap, are we up against Captain Qi?”
“…Looks like it.”
Chi Zhan had picked a high-damage marksman—a silver-haired boy with impressive attack power. The downside? He was weak early game, needed a lot of XP, and couldn’t shine until late. If the support was shaky or the enemy too strong, they’d get stomped right out of the gate.
“We’ve fallen into Captain Qi’s hands after all. Secretary Chi, just hide in the safe zone and don’t come out. I don’t think he’d tower-dive you…”
Chi Zhan was speechless.
When they reached lane, Chi Zhan frowned.
“Why is no one here?”
Chen Che was puzzled too.
“Weird. Did they rotate somewhere else? I’ll scout ahead.”
He crept forward cautiously—but halfway down the lane, a golden sword aura lashed out and restrained him. Seven’s character—a blond prince wielding a sword—strode forth in gleaming white robes and a cape fluttering in the wind. He looked damn cool. Chen Che’s health plummeted instantly. Chi Zhan stepped up to fight, but before he could land more than a hit or two, his support dropped dead.
“……”
The blond prince and the silver-haired boy locked eyes mid-lane, tension crackling between them.
Too late to retreat now. Might as well fight it out.
Chi Zhan launched his attacks. The blond prince advanced two steps—then stopped. He didn’t swing his sword. Instead, a chat bubble popped up over his head: Typing…
Chi Zhan had a question mark appear over his head. Now? Seven wanted to chat now? But there was no time to think—he kept attacking. Just as Seven’s health dropped to half, Chen Che’s support respawned and rushed over, shouting, “I’m coming, Secretary Chi! Hide behind me!”
The support charged in bravely—didn’t even get a skill off—when Seven’s chat bubble popped with a plop, and the blond prince drew his sword to slash him down instantly.
Chen Che tried to fight back but died again, face full of existential dread.
Waiting to respawn, he glanced at Chi Zhan’s stats—he hadn’t died even once?!
What the hell were those two doing?
Chen Che, incredulous, dragged his camera over to check. His jaw twitched at what he saw.
His own corpse lay tragically on the ground, while the other two just stood there—Chi Zhan still attacking, and Seven motionless, another chat bubble floating above his head: Typing…
Aren’t you two sitting right next to each other? Why the hell are you typing instead of talking?!
Chen Che had never seen Seven just stand there and let someone hit him before. This was a first.
Chi Zhan kept trying to deal damage, but the blond prince’s passive triggered and chunked a massive portion of his health. He backed off to the safe zone, healed, and went back in—but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get Seven’s health to drop. It was infuriating.
Chen Che charged in again—only to die again, heroically.
Meanwhile, Chi Zhan stood right beside him, untouched.
Was he just a tool? Or… a third wheel?
Given how quickly he died each time, it clearly wasn’t lag. Captain Qi was targeting only him—completely ignoring Secretary Chi.
Which, frankly, looked hella suspicious.
Chen Che had dated before. If you got matched onto opposing teams with your crush, obviously you couldn’t attack them. Otherwise, you’d get immediately dismissed as a clueless straight dude.
How did Chen Che know this? Because once, without thinking, he charged in and sent his crush straight back to base—only to permanently lose his chance at love.
That lesson had scarred him for life.
Suddenly, Chen Che felt this was all very, very dangerous.
Captain Qi already had a boyfriend. And now he was teasing Secretary Chi? That’s totally out of line!
Chi Zhan was struggling.
Seven’s character didn’t just have strong attacks—it also came with passive regen. Whatever damage Chi Zhan dealt would be healed almost immediately. With his weak attack power, he was basically doing nothing.
Then, at last, the chat bubble above Seven’s head produced a message.
Seven: I don’t want to be your enemy.
Chi Zhan stared at the words, momentarily stunned.
Top lane was a bloodbath, and the team was urgently calling for backup. Chen Che, as support, should have gone to block damage—but after a moment’s hesitation, he decided this was more important.
Compared to a single game win, wasn’t emotional integrity more valuable?
Since the topic was a bit personal, it was awkward to say out loud. In the end, Chen Che sent Qi Song a private message.
Chen Che: Captain Qi, don’t tell me… you have a thing for Secretary Chi?
Qi Song replied with a single question mark.
Chen Che: Captain Qi! You already have a boyfriend! How could you do this? It’s immoral!
Qi Song responded with six dots.
Yup. That was peak Qi-style silence.
***
Chen Che’s conscience was tearing him apart.
Should he tell Secretary Chi to watch out for Captain Qi? But… Qi Song didn’t seem like that kind of guy. What the hell is going on?
“What the hell are you doing?”
Wen An, barely clinging to life in top lane, flipped his camera down and saw Chen Che standing completely still.
“You DC’d?”
“No…”
Chen Che was drowning in moral anguish, consumed by righteous fury and the urge to call out injustice—family ties be damned. After struggling with himself for a while, he finally spilled everything to Wen An.
