Cooking

Wen Man could actually cook.

He fried fish, made sweet and sour dishes, and also stir-fried the remaining few dishes.

Xue Wei was originally very excited, but after sitting down to eat, he realized that Wen Man could cook, which merely meant he could “cook”—responsible for basically getting the food cooked.

As for the taste, it was truly mediocre.

Wen Man showed no self-awareness, even asking him: “Is it good? Eat more to supplement protein; look how thin you are.”

Xue Wei ate an entire bowl of rice very politely—using rice to go with the dishes so he could eat them.

Wen Man, completely oblivious, kept putting food on his plate: “This, I see you like it, eat more.”

Xue Wei endured it.

He slowly drank another bowl of soup.

Only after seeing Wen Man mostly finished eating did he follow him away from the dining table: “I’m full.”

Wen Man very conscientiously went to wash the dishes.

After washing, he came out and saw Xue Wei slumped in front of the computer playing games again.

He reached out to pat his head: “Stop solo queuing; come play together.”

Xue Wei said: “I’ll play here.”

“It’s cold outside. Let’s go, to your room,” Wen Man said casually. “The window isn’t installed yet. It’s so drafty; you’ll catch a cold later.”

Xue Wei was also obedient. He agreed with him.

Wen Man basically didn’t bring much luggage, only a laptop.

Xue Wei didn’t have a laptop, but Zhao Xiaoyi’s gaming laptop was left behind because he found it too heavy.

After calling Zhao Xiaoyi, Xue Wei obtained permission to use the computer.

Xue Wei carried the computer, pushed open the room door, and introduced: “Here, you can use the desk. I’ll play on the bed.”

His room was small, with a 1.5-meter bed, accompanied by a small desk.

However, it was enough for gaming.

To make it convenient to cuddle up in winter, he also had a bed desk.

The equipment could be said to be quite complete.

“Wait a moment, I’ll borrow your bathroom to take a shower. It’s a bit cold,” Wen Man said, placing the computer by the desk, then asked, “Is that okay?”

He was clean and had germophobia; Xue Wei knew this.

He pointed out the bathroom’s location to him, then sat cross-legged on the bed and waited.

It would be impolite for him to start a round first.

Although he often used to start a round alone.

At that time, he and Wen Man had no reservations with each other, much closer than anyone else.

Others often said: “Ice doesn’t respect anyone but Wen Man; he respects whoever can beat him.”

Others were envious, but couldn’t envy them, because Wen Man also liked him, indulged him.

If others made plans to play games but made Wen Man wait, they would get scolded, but he could.

Wen Man would even play with him.

Xue Wei thought about it for a long time, eventually unable to resist his gaming addiction.

He secretly started a round of auto chess casual match, randomly controlling AI to pick guns and find positions.

He got engrossed in the game.

On the other side, Wen Man finished showering and walked over.

He hadn’t noticed until the man brought his gaming laptop onto the bed, then he looked up in surprise.

Wen Man, however, was very composed.

He told him: “Move over a bit.” His tone was very natural.

Xue Wei said: “Your spot is by the desk.”

Wen Man said: “It’s cold by the desk. Share some of your quilt with me.”

Only then did Xue Wei notice the pajamas he was wearing.

In the dead of winter, Wen Man wore only a summer pajama set, casual clothes and loose shorts, his arms and long legs exposed.

Xue Wei muttered: “Wearing pajamas like that in winter, it’d be strange not to be cold.”

Wen Man came over and ruffled his head again: “How was I supposed to know you EGT guys don’t even have underfloor heating, and your radiators are broken? Move over more.”

Xue Wei slowly shared his quilt, giving him one corner, conservative and cautious.

Wen Man unceremoniously pulled over a large portion.

Xue Wei let out an “Ah—” and reached out to grab it from him, but as their heads met, Wen Man pulled him into his arms, their heads touching, shoulders leaning, closer than ever.

In the warm quilt, only their breaths remained.

Wen Man was dressed lightly, and his firm, strong muscles pressed against Xue Wei’s body, warm and fragrant with the scent of lime.

Xue Wei’s heart pounded violently.

He turned his face, lowered his eyes, and quickly shifted his attention to the computer screen, muttering: “You interrupted my auto chess.”

“Oh, really? Let me see?”

Auto chess was turn-based, a hundred-player elimination.

Xue Wei hadn’t drawn good guns, but he had already made it into the top twenty with four crappy guns.

Wen Man leaned over his shoulder, peering over him: “Isn’t it going well? Change that line on the right. Look, use this piece…”

He reached out to grab the mouse.

Xue Wei disliked others touching his tactics and subconsciously reached out to grab it, his hand directly touching Wen Man’s hand.

He felt as if he had been shocked, or burned, and immediately pulled his hand back.

Wen Man changed his leftmost small team composition and also changed his team name “Ice’s Tactical Squad” to “Ice and Pretty’s Tactical Squad.”

Xue Wei stopped moving.

He hugged his knees, obediently watching the auto chess match results.

From twenty advancing to ten, then to eight, he won first place with this broken lineup.

In the match history, he had already achieved twenty consecutive wins in auto chess.

Wen Man said: “Alright, come duo queue with me.”

Xue Wei was extremely obedient and said nothing, just exited the casual match page, waiting for his duo queue invitation.

Wen Man logged into his account beside him.

Xue Wei didn’t look directly, but his peripheral vision caught his password entry.

His password should… not have changed.

They used to frequently swap accounts, helping each other queue or climb ranks.

Wen Man’s password, like his, was a ‘comrade password’, both being name pinyin plus birthdate.

It was as if nothing had changed.

Even sitting so close together on the same bed, playing games, felt like it was still yesterday, just like before.

Wen Man logged into his account, then suddenly asked in a low voice: “Can I stream for a bit? Not enough streaming hours.”

Xue Wei asked him: “Didn’t you not sign a streaming contract?”

“Didn’t sign, but there’s a rogue stream that occasionally broadcasts casual matches. The fans are waiting,” Wen Man said, “If it bothers you, never mind.”

“Mm… I’m fine with it. You can also use my streaming equipment.” Xue Wei then remembered he hadn’t streamed for many days either.

He hesitated, muttering, “Then maybe I’ll stream for a bit too.”

He was too lazy to adjust his equipment, so he just used the laptop’s most basic audio and video equipment to stream, changing the room name to: [New Year’s Easygoing Entertainment, Just Playing Randomly].

Wen Man wasn’t on the same platform as him, but Xue Wei leaned over to look.

Wen Man had directly changed his live stream title to: [Playing with Little Lone Wolf.]

To duo queue, this account couldn’t be played.

Xue Wei logged out of the ICE account, logged into the SNOW account, and accepted Wen Man’s team invitation.

[Lone Wolf Live Stream]

Netizens were ravenous: “Oh my god! He finally started streaming! Was he kidnapped a few days ago?!!”

“Haven’t streamed much since the All-Star Game! The lone wolf got arrogant! Stream, stream quickly! Oh-ho, someone’s duo queuing!”

“Holy crap, Pretty!!!!”

“P-Pretty is also streaming on the other side! These two are playing together!”

During Chinese New Year, many pro players, with nothing else to do, would also go online.

A new join request immediately popped up in their team.

[CHN.Alan] requests to join the team. Accept?

[CHN.Pandora] requests to join the team. Accept?

[CHN.Chubby] requests to join the team. Accept?

Wen Man was the captain.

He glanced at them, rejected all, and then immediately set it to prohibit others from applying to join the team.

“Holy crap!! Cruel, Captain Wen!!”

“Captain Wen is duo queuing with the little lone wolf again! And during Chinese New Year! This is his biological child, huh!”

Another game started on the screen.

Wen Man didn’t buy a gun.

After entering, he told Xue Wei: “Give me your smoke and grenades; I’ll carry them.”

Xue Wei: “Okay.”

His voice was obedient.

He gave all his items to Wen Man to carry.

The two didn’t discuss any tactics, just played haphazardly, and didn’t follow their teammates.

None of them felt anything was wrong, because this was how they used to play.

He followed him.

Netizen: “Holy crap, there’s an echo, huh? Are these two in the same place?”

“Right, right! I have both pages open, and they both have an echo! What’s going on?”

“Turn on the camera! Turn on the camera!”

Xue Wei rarely looked at the bullet comments when playing games.

Wen Man, however, after consulting him, turned on the camera.

“What kind of pitch-black place is this? Is Captain Wen playing games in the sewers?”

Wen Man pushed the quilt aside, took out the computer, and the camera saw the light of day again.

“Holy crap, Captain Wen is in bed!!! So domestic!! Happy New Year, Captain Wen!!!”

“Happy New Year,” Wen Man replied, “It’s New Year’s Eve soon. Happy New Year’s Eve.”

The in-game audio picked up some slight noise.

Xue Wei pulled the quilt higher.

Wen Man tossed him a jacket: “Wear this; don’t let your back get cold.”

Once Xue Wei got comfortable, his guard would drop, and he would become bolder.

He argued back: “I don’t want this. My pajamas are warm. Don’t catch a cold and pass it to me.”

Wen Man chuckled without saying anything else.

In the camera, Wen Man’s hair was messy, and his clothes were very casual, revealing his collarbone.

Next to him was a fuzzy pajama arm.

The person was one size smaller than him, and judging by the color and pattern of the pajamas, not very old.

‘Looks like a little kid.’

However, netizens caught the main point: “Captain Wen, where are you?! At home?! There’s someone else in your bed?! Who is next to you, Captain Wen?!”

“Is that his younger siblings, Captain Wen?! We’re calling them younger siblings first!!!”

Wen Man’s family situation had always been a topic of speculation, but no one had ever found anything concrete.

Only last year, when Wen Man streamed from home, his mother accidentally appeared in the frame, though her face wasn’t shown.

Even so, people screenshotted it and called her “mother-in-law/auntie/mom” for a year.

His numerous boyfriend and girlfriend fans excitedly called the New Year’s period “meeting the parents” and were always on standby.

“I’m not home,” Wen Man said, looking at the camera, slowly, “This isn’t my bed either.”

Netizens: “?”

Netizens: “On New Year’s Eve, where is Captain Wen if not at home?”

Xue Wei was in the game, spraying down two enemies.

He was very unhappy with Wen Man’s failure to follow up with smoke grenades.

Just as he was about to curse him, he suddenly realized what Wen Man was saying.

He couldn’t stop him in time, and the man beside him chuckled softly.

“I’m in Brother Nao’s bed.”