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The little one upstairs watched their mom return home, her face flushed, and a huge question bloomed in their tiny mind.
“Mom, why is your face so red?”
Bai Sha touched her cheek, finding it indeed a little warm.
“It’s wax I put on to protect against the cold.”
Zhou Yuying: [?? ( ˚ཫ˚ )]
Suddenly, the little one noticed the scarf around her mom’s neck and exclaimed, “Oh no, that silly Daddy! He said that was supposed to be Mom’s birthday present!!”
Bai Sha scooped up the little one, planting a kiss on her soft, pale cheek.
“Thank you for remembering Mom’s birthday, sweetie. But Daddy has another gift for Mom.”
Praised unexpectedly by her mom, the little one giggled (*^â–½^*) and scratched her head.
“You’re welcome, Mom. This is what a baby should do, hehe.”
December 10th marked Bai Sha’s birthday, a day she typically spent at the club, receiving blessings and gifts from fans each year.
In previous years, Bai Sha hadn’t particularly enjoyed her birthdays; teammates changed annually, so there wasn’t much familiarity, yet the club insisted on filming a vlog. Bai Sha couldn’t claim to be very happy; it felt more like completing a task.
Yet, for some unknown reason, the little one had remembered her birthday, and Bai Sha felt incredibly, overwhelmingly happy, a feeling she couldn’t quite articulate.
“So, what gift did my sweetie prepare for Mom?”
The little one, full of mischief, declared, “I’m not telling Mom! It’s called a surprise!”
Bai Sha gently stroked the little one’s head, smiling softly.
“All right, Mom will look forward to your surprise.”
****
As night fell.
Returning to his dorm, Zhou Haochen spotted his Sichuanese roommate, Senior Go, Junior Wa, Principal CF, and the fourth oldest, Li Qingyu, the Demon King of League of Legends.
He walked over and clapped Li Qingyu on the shoulder.
“Fourth bro, I’m telling you, you just don’t understand spicy food.”
Li Qingyu, who had been engrossed in watching a live stream, was dumbfounded. Once he processed the words, he immediately raised his middle finger.
“No, Second Bro, what the *hell* are you talking about? I don’t understand spicy food? Ha! Don’t you know who the ‘CN Spice King’ is?”
The eldest brother, leaning over from the side, interjected, “Hey, hey, hey, I know this one! Li Yongzhi! From Henan.”
Fourth Bro: “Ugh, no, you…”
Li Qingyu immediately pounced onto the eldest brother’s bed, ready to engage in a ‘friendly exchange.’
The eldest brother was dumbfounded.
“No, hahahahaꉂꉂ(ᵔᗜᵔ*), Second Bro, save me, hahaha.”
Zhou Haochen, ever the loyal friend, swiftly joined the fray. However, thanks to a series of maneuvers involving the third brother’s instigation and the eldest brother’s betrayal, Zhou Haochen ultimately found himself sprawled on the bed, looking utterly defeated.
The eldest and fourth brothers slung their arms around each other’s shoulders.
“You little rascal, trying to fight us.”
“Ding.”
Once Zhou Haochen had settled back onto his own bed, he received a WeChat message from Bai Sha.
[Bai Shazi: Have you reached your dorm?]
[One Against A Thousand: I’m here.]
[Bai Shazi: Get some rest early.]
[One Against A Thousand: OK]
Zhou Haochen suddenly noticed Bai Sha’s WeChat profile picture: a person raising a trophy high, a side profile, a brilliant smile. Yet, why did they look a bit like a man?
“What competition is this?” Zhou Haochen tapped on Bai Sha’s Moments, only to find it displayed posts from within the last three days. One day prior, she had posted a picture of a rolling suitcase with the caption: [Retired.]
‘Was she an athlete before?’
Zhou Haochen’s eager fingers opened his browser.
He searched: “Bai Sha.”
The results were as follows: Bai Sha, Chinese male professional e-sports player (Game ID: fox), born December 10, 1999, in XX City, Jiangxi Province, a professional League of Legends player, formerly with the BQE team, served as ADC, now retired.
Main honors: … (TL Note: ‘balabala’ is a colloquial term indicating a long list or rambling) various championships, runner-up titles, and third-place finishes.
Zhou Haochen was stunned (ΩДΩ).
‘Male? This Baidu search is too fake!’
Zhou Haochen meticulously recalled his interactions with Bai Sha: long legs, long hair, those small eyes, that small mouth, every frown and smile—how could it be? And with Zhou Yuying, that little girl, how could she possibly be male?
He remembered someone across from him watching a game, and leaned over to ask, “Fourth Bro, do you know Fox?”
Li Qingyu’s eyes lit up. He looked at Zhou Haochen excitedly.
“You’re interested in League of Legends matches now! Let’s watch together! I definitely know him! The S7 Champion ADC!”
“Then let me ask you, is she male or female?”
“Damn it, of course he’s male! I’ve never seen a female player.”
Zhou Haochen refused to believe it.
“What if she’s female?”
Li Qingyu raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, “I know Fox is good-looking. Before, when he live-streamed, a ‘big brother’ (TL Note: ‘dà gÄ“’ refers to a wealthy patron or fan, often in streaming culture) gave over ten thousand in donations just for his contact information. It’s fine, buddy, I have no prejudice against that stuff, just don’t come looking for me.”
Zhou Haochen frowned.
“Did she give it?”
“Of course not. He refunded the money. How could Fox, after playing for so many years, be short of a measly few coins from him?”
Zhou Haochen pondered. ‘He still believed himself; how could someone who could bear his child be male? She must have some reason for hiding her gender.’
“Ah, whatever. As long as she’s the mother of my child, that’s what matters.” Zhou Haochen buried his head in his pillow, reminded that the mother of his child had told him to get some rest.
[Li Qingyu: So? Am I still the only one watching the game in this dorm? How selfish of you!]
****
The next morning, dewdrops weighed down tender leaves, and the sanitation worker’s vehicle creaked away from the night market, leaving the silent world in hushed stillness.
Until—
“Ah—!!”
The little Zhou girl, roused from sleep, rubbed her eyes and yawned as she walked out of the bedroom.
“Mom! What are you doing?”
Bai Sha, who had just emerged from the bathroom and was sitting blankly on a chair, managed a faint smile for her little darling.
“It’s nothing, sweetie. It’s still early; go back to sleep.” ʘ‿ʘ
One might say Zhou Yuying was obedient, or perhaps she was simply not fully awake; when Mom said to go back to sleep, she went back to sleep.
Leaving the stunned Bai Sha to mumble to herself: ‘It’s gone, it’s gone! It’s only been a few days! I haven’t even ‘unsealed’ it yet!!’
One might forgive this person for disturbing the peace, for anyone would be shocked (ΩДΩ) to discover Mount Everest had suddenly transformed into the East African Rift Valley.
Bai Sha opened WeChat.
[Bai Shazi: Are you up?]
[Bai Shazi: It’s the weekend today, do you have classes?]
[Bai Shazi: Can you look after Little Yu again this afternoon?]
[One Against A Thousand: I’m up, no classes.]
[Bai Shazi: I have something to do this afternoon.]
[One Against A Thousand: I’ll be right there!]
****
Bai Sha let out a long sigh. ‘What kind of situation is this? I definitely need a physical examination to ensure my health.’
‘If I’m truly turning into a girl, then my household registration and ID card will need to be changed. How troublesome!’
‘Oh, right, and my daughter’s household registration too. Might as well handle them all at once.’
Bai Sha picked up the phone.
–Hello! Old Uncle, it’s me, Shasha! When are you free? Let’s get together. Tomorrow? Great, great! Going home for Chinese New Year? No, no, my parents don’t really welcome me, I’ll just pick a time to go see the elders myself.–
Bai Sha hung up the phone and glanced at her wardrobe, contemplating whether she needed to start buying women’s underwear.
At the thought of that image, Bai Sha’s face burned. She suddenly found this world incredibly surreal; the last time she felt such a sensation was when she won the World Championship.
Bai Sha walked into the bathroom to wash up, gazing at the face in the mirror—familiar yet strange, pure and intellectual.
‘Forget it. Back then, when I didn’t make it to the playoffs, I felt like the sky was falling, but didn’t things just work out in the end anyway?’
“Goodbye, Bai Sha.”
“Hello, Bai Sha.”