I Can Do It

Chapter 99

After the commentator said that, the stadium went quiet for approximately two seconds.

Then the fans holding up Fighting Tiger and MFG signs brought their hands up to their mouths and started shouting—

“It’s real! He got with him! I’ve seen the drawings!”

“Kiss, kiss!”

A piercing female voice stood out above the rest. “Soft give me some of your luck I also want to get with my idol—”

“…”

Jian Rong lifted his head and coldly looked up.

Commentator A said to the person sitting in the middle, “Are you allowed to say that?! Little B, go cover his mouth!”

Commentator C: “Ah that’s not it, I was just joking, joking. Also, they’re both guys, how…”

“Enough, enough, TTC’s manager really can’t handle much more.” Commentator B coughed lightly before changing the topic. “Our match is about to begin as well. Oh right, where are the Spring Split finals being held this year again?”

Commentator A instantly played along. “The Mountain City, Chongqing!”

Ding-ge really wanted to beat someone up, but he couldn’t figure out whether he should be beating up Little C or his own team’s mid laner and jungler, who were the ones actually involved in the workplace romance. Afraid that the broadcast director was going to cause trouble and turn the camera on him, Ding-ge lifted the corners of his mouth, doing his best to put on a fake smile.

In reality, Jian Rong wasn’t intending to make a face, except his lips were drawn tightly together. That, in combination with how his image usually wasn’t very good, gave off the impression that he was quite displeased.

He had raised his head because he wanted to glance at the big screen.

When he saw himself and Lu Boyuan on the screen, for a brief moment, Jian Rong felt as if he had returned to last year’s Worlds finals.

However, back then, he was merely a passerby who had accidentally entered the frame. He had sat next to TTC, listening to them discuss where to eat after the finals were over, which BBQ skewer place to go to…

At the time, Lu Boyuan also probably couldn’t have imagined that the person sitting next to him had watched him compete for several years, that he had drunk the milk Lu Boyuan had handed him before, and that he had nearly sold the entrance ticket that Lu Boyuan had given him.

The camera finally went back to the commentators. The three professional commentators quickly returned to the main topic and started analyzing the previous team compositions and scores that the director had provided them for the two competing teams today.

Not wanting to reveal anything, Jian Rong ducked his head and tugged the brim of his hat down a little further. Then, he stealthily shot a glance to his side.

It was hot outside, and the air conditioning in the arena was somewhat weak, so they had tugged their masks underneath their chins immediately upon entering the stadium.

Lu Boyuan was in the middle of replying to some WeChat messages. His eyes were half-lidded, and the bridge of his nose was tall and straight. Most likely because this wasn’t his own match, he wore a fairly lazy expression.