DSF Chapter 103

Yan Yibing stood in the wind for a while, gradually calming down.

His lips were pressed so tightly that they turned pale, almost devoid of color. After a moment, the pressure eased, and his lips quickly regained their natural color.

Then, he touched his nose with his hand, feeling the temperature of his face.

He asked, “Is it still red?”

Han Mo shook his head. “No, it’s not noticeable.”

Yan Yibing breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. “Don’t tell my parents about this incident. I don’t want them to worry.”

Han Mo fell silent for a moment before slowly saying, “Although I don’t advise you to keep it from them, it’s your decision.”

Yan Yibing looked at Han Mo, with a hint of confusion in his eyes. “Even if they know, there’s nothing they can do. I don’t have any injuries, and the local police station will just give a warning. Do I really need to spend time dealing with legal matters with Liang Hefeng?”

Han Mo replied, “I know you don’t have the energy to deal with legal matters, but at least your parents will know that Liang Hefeng is an enemy, not a friend, when they see him in the future.”

Yan Yibing pondered for a moment before sighing, “I’ll tell them that much, but I doubt they’ll ever encounter Liang Hefeng again.”

Indeed, Yan Yibing’s parents never had the chance to meet Liang Hefeng again.

Due to this incident, Liang Hefeng got a criminal record, and the live-streaming platform terminated his contract, demanding a hefty penalty fee.

Upon hearing this, Liang Hefeng’s mother caused quite a scene again.

Now, Liang Hefeng no longer needed to worry about choosing a hospital for his mother.

With his source of livelihood suddenly cut off, he became particularly anxious about his future life and couldn’t afford the high expenses of Magic City.

So, he had no choice but to take his mother to Jiangbei.

The Puxin Club was located in Jiangbei, where Liang Hefeng had played for a few years. He knew a few people there.

Arriving at Puxin, he hoped to find a job, even if he couldn’t become a coach. At least he could work in an esports club, which wouldn’t mean completely leaving behind the career he loved.

Back when Lei Ming parachuted in, he was kicked out of Puxin and left with a lot of harsh words.

He said he would never set foot in Puxin again, that he would definitely find a better place, and that the manager of Puxin had no humanity and no vision.

But now, those harsh words have all turned into jokes.

In fact, his original live-streaming platform terminated his contract simply because he had a criminal record, not because they knew he attempted to harm Zero’s Bing Shen, Yan Yibing.

So, Liang Hefeng could still livestream under a new account, but he no longer had any ties to the live-streaming platform and wouldn’t be promoted anymore.

If they knew that the person he almost harmed was Yan Yibing, who had already gone abroad to participate in world championships, he would probably be banned from the entire internet.

Liang Hefeng’s mind has been numb during this period.

He couldn’t understand why he had targeted Yan Yibing.

It was as if his hands were controlled by a malicious force, and that thick, oozing, infected dirty emotion tainted his spiritual world, making him someone else.

He was very scared. He knew that if Han Mo hadn’t pulled Yan Yibing away, the blow to Yan Yibing’s head would have been fatal.

He was just an ordinary gaming nerd. Although his mother had instilled too much negativity in him over the years and sometimes he wished for death, he never thought about retaliating against society.

He never thought about harming anyone, especially not Yan Yibing.

Yan Yibing had been his friend for over ten years.

Although he envied him, he also liked him.

Yan Yibing was truly dazzling, the kind of person who, without doing anything special, could attract attention with just a lazy smile in a crowd.

During the first year of middle school, when the school organized military training, a row of unfamiliar classmates stood together, and the instructor stood in front of the group, scanning everyone. With a casual point, he could point to Yan Yibing.

The instructor made him the sports committee member.

In the eyes of elementary school students, being a sports committee member was also an official position, and any position assigned by adults was worthy of envy because it proved excellence.

But obviously, the instructor’s casual point didn’t prove excellence; it only proved that Yan Yibing was very likable.

Soon after, a boy walked out from the second position on the right side of Liang Hefeng.

At that time, Liang Hefeng just curiously peeked out to see who this lucky guy, who was given a heavy responsibility on the first day, was.

Even if he was a little boy, he had some basic aesthetic sense.

The first thing he noticed was Yan Yibing’s profile.

His almond-shaped eyes were even bigger and more watery than they are now, like glass beads soaked in pond water, with curly eyelashes and soft, fine hair tousled by the wind.

The sunlight fell on Yan Yibing’s ears, turning his fair ear bones into a pale pink color, with faintly visible fine fluff on his earlobes.

Yan Yibing stood with his hands behind his back, slightly pursing his lips, looking at the floor tiles with an unwilling expression.

He hadn’t grown tall yet, shorter than the tallest girl, but that expression, and the lazy and careless aura he exuded, made him seem even more impressive than the homeroom teacher in the eyes of children.

It was the first time Liang Hefeng had seen such a different, rebellious boy who dared to resist the authority of the instructor.

He was simply a god, a leader.

From then on, Liang Hefeng felt that he must maintain a good relationship with this big brother. Only then would he not be looked down upon, and only then could he have a position in the class.

His mother used to warn him all the time to play with good kids and be friends with good students.

But Liang Hefeng felt that he and those kids were not from the same world and couldn’t play together at all.

But since meeting Yan Yibing, he understood.

It turns out it wasn’t him who couldn’t keep up, it was those good students before who couldn’t.

Those good students were too honest and dull, always acting like the teacher’s megaphone, and especially petty and annoying.

But Yan Yibing was different.

Yan Yibing had a very calm and leisurely, big-brother style about him.

He didn’t deliberately make friends with anyone, nor did he earnestly listen in class or rush to answer questions.

What Yan Yibing liked the most was to stand with his hands in his pockets, propping up one leg, leaning back against the chair, lifting the front legs of the chair, swaying leisurely, accompanied by an indifferent expression on his face.

Most of the time, he didn’t look at the blackboard but out the window.

The sky outside the window, the trees outside, the tall buildings outside, and the fleeing sparrows.

Then he would casually say, “So boring, let’s skip class.”

Liang Hefeng felt his soul tremble.

Such rebellious words came so casually from Yan Yibing’s mouth.

Liang Hefeng almost stared at the then edgy and dazzling Yan Yibing with starry eyes.

Yan Yibing was good-looking, so he was very popular with the girls.

The prettiest girl in the class, the one who wore a white fluffy flower hair accessory every day, even gave Yan Yibing chocolates, her eyes filled with undisguised joy.

This caused dissatisfaction among other boys because many boys liked that girl.

And in their eyes, Yan Yibing was too indifferent to that pretty girl.

At this point, Liang Hefeng remained quietly lurking.

He wanted to see who would win or lose.

But Yan Yibing probably couldn’t care less, showing no interest in ordinary girls or malicious classmates.

Then, during the final exams, Yan Yibing would effortlessly crush those male classmates who made a mess of their answers with terrifying scores.

This wasn’t just a one-time stroke of luck; it was a one-sided slaughter that lasted for several years.

Moreover, during his school days, Yan Yibing never bothered to look at the class rankings.

Because there was no need to.

Because he always got full marks, and with full marks, he would always rank first.

He still lazily studied, still longed to skip class and play games, still swayed his chair and looked out the window during class, still maintained grades that left teachers speechless.

He was simply a max-level player born with an overwhelming buff.

Liang Hefeng envied him, was jealous of him, and deeply admired him, liked him.

This kind of feeling is very complicated, he couldn’t explain it clearly.

Then came high school.

The reason Liang Hefeng could attend the same high school as Yan Yibing was that his dad was a teacher there.

But soon his dad was kicked out of the system because of private tutoring, and later, unable to bear Liang’s mother’s rebuke, he felt depressed for a few years, divorced, and remarried.

Thanks to his dad, Liang Hefeng and Yan Yibing became desk mates.

High school life was dull, boring, and long.

The time spent with classmates was longer than with parents.

During that time, Liang Hefeng and Yan Yibing grew closer and closer.

Yan Yibing still maintained terrifying academic scores, while he was at the bottom of the school.

But Yan Yibing didn’t look down on him at all, and because he played many games, he was willing to talk to him.

He became Yan Yibing’s best friend, even the girls in the class envied him.

When others asked Yan Yibing questions, if Yan Yibing had time, he would answer, and if he didn’t, he would directly ask them to find the teacher.

But when Liang Hefeng asked Yan Yibing something, Yan Yibing would put down what he was busy with, talk to Liang Hefeng, and then continue.

This differential treatment made Liang Hefeng smug, but once he returned home and was compared to Yan Yibing by Liang Hefeng’s mother, this smugness turned into endless frustration and jealousy.

Later on, he finally found his direction — PUBG.

He achieved some success in the game, and his online gaming friends said he had the skills of a professional player.

He finally found confidence in one aspect.

Yan Yibing was good at studying, but he was also good at playing games.

He was preparing to pursue a professional career.

When he told Yan Yibing, Yan Yibing hadn’t played this game yet.

Every day, Liang Hefeng eagerly and tirelessly educated Yan Yibing, like a girl recommending her idol to another, full of longing and expectation.

Under his enthusiastic recommendation, Yan Yibing reluctantly downloaded the game, hid it from his parents, topped up his account, and even got an accelerator.

While trying out the beginner’s tutorial, Yan Yibing complained to him, “I prefer strategy and management games; these shooting games are too simple and crude, lacking a sense of achievement.”

Result.

Liang Hefeng came back to his senses, smiled bitterly.

He had to thank Yan Yibing for not holding onto this matter.

Even the investigating police officer said that this matter could be big or small, depending on how it’s classified.

Walking into the familiar Puxin Club, looking at the somewhat dim lobby due to insufficient lighting, Liang Hefeng felt heavy-hearted.

He forced a smile, walked in, and knocked on the guard’s window.

“Hey, I’m looking for Brother Sui.”

Liu Sui was the captain of Puxin, but he was a few years younger than Liang Hefeng.

But because he was the captain, Liang Hefeng had to call him brother.

The guard recognized Liang Hefeng, so he let him in without stopping him.

A hint of gratitude welled up in Liang Hefeng’s heart.

But soon, gratitude turned into twisted anger.

The place he used to look down upon had now become a place he needed to be grateful to enter.

In just a short year, the change was so drastic.

Liu Sui was streaming live, and when he heard Liang Hefeng had arrived, he wasn’t in a rush.

It wasn’t until an hour later when the stream ended that he took off his headphones to find Liang Hefeng.

Liang Hefeng had been waiting so long that his facial muscles were twitching.

Liu Sui lazily sized up Liang Hefeng for a moment and chuckled, “Liang ge, aren’t you going solo? Why do you want to come back?”

Liu Sui didn’t know about Liang Hefeng being terminated by the streaming platform.

Liang Hefeng forced a smile, with a hint of crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes.

“I still can’t bear to leave here, got used to it. There’s nowhere as good as Puxin outside. I can make good money streaming, but I had some friction with the platform due to contract issues and decided to terminate it in a fit of anger.”

Liu Sui nodded thoughtfully, “Oh… But, bro, the manager said we currently don’t have a coaching position here, you know hehe, our club doesn’t really need coaches. Just streaming is enough, but we do need practice partners, what do you think…”

Liang Hefeng’s expression almost twisted.

He really wanted to walk away, but reason pulled him back.

Being a practice partner could also make money through streaming, as long as the stream had good effects and many fans, plus Puxin Club’s promotion, it could earn quite a bit.

It’s just that the name didn’t sound too good when it got out, but that was about it.

He was actually tempted.

Yan Yibing knew nothing about Liang Hefeng’s situation.

The day after the incident, he briefly explained the situation to the club and chatted with a psychologist.

On the third day, he boarded the plane to New York feeling refreshed.

Due to a strong request from a certain team captain, Prince booked the same flight as Zero this time, and there were barely enough seats in business class.

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Author’s Message:

Sun Tianjiao: Haha, unbelievable, ending up on the same flight as Prince, those who don’t know might think we’re on good terms.

Yan Yibing: …What if?

Sun Tianjiao: Zuzong, it’s up to you. I won’t be friends with them, no matter what.