After finishing the task, Rong Yi got out of bed and went to take a shower. Xiao Yin followed him and entered, acting like a good boyfriend from ancient times, holding the showerhead for him.

Rong Yi lay in the bathtub and instructed him, “Wash me.”

Xiao Yin tilted his head, put down the showerhead, and sank into the bathtub.

The bathtub was filled with shower gel that smelled like white peach milk, and the snowy white foam surged and quickly submerged Rong Yi’s body.

Xiao Yin didn’t listen, and Rong Yi couldn’t be bothered to argue with him. He sank down and completely relaxed in the bathtub.

The foam was snow-white, and the skin was also fair, with a flesh-colored tone that revealed a smooth and tender texture when wet. The underwater scene was hazy, while the part above the water was elegant and slender.

Rong Yi raised his head, just as he splashed a bit of water, and saw Xiao Yin entering with a camera.

Rong Yi didn’t bother to move, he just looked at Xiao Yin.

Xiao Yin also didn’t move, casually leaning against the wall with the camera pointing at him, taking a series of photos.

This time, Rong Yi didn’t even bother to hide. He lazily raised his gaze and met Xiao Yin’s eyes through the lens.

The camera zoomed in and focused on Rong Yi’s eyes, those transparent peach blossom eyes were especially captivating, with a hint of red at the corners.

That gaze carried a hint of provocation.

Rong Yi stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

“Pervert.”

Xiao Yin zoomed in with the camera, laughing softly, “You have a perverted boyfriend.”

Rong Yi stopped talking because he felt that if Xiao Yin continued to provoke him, he had the ability to handle him in the bathroom.

Xiao Yin enjoyed taking pictures of him.

With Xiao Yin, it seemed that he had never remembered the rule of not taking pictures of him. Since Rong Yi explicitly mentioned this desensitization method, Xiao Yin had complete freedom and took pictures of him all the time, regardless of whether there was anything happening or not.

Often, Rong Yi would take a nap on the sofa and find the next day that Xiao Yin had changed his desktop background to his sleeping face.

And he didn’t even try to hide it.

He suspected that Xiao Yin had pictures of every expression and every action of his. Whether it was something he could show to others or not, Xiao Yin had them all.

Xiao Yin didn’t make him wait for too long. After taking a few shots, he put the camera aside and came over to wash Rong Yi.

Wearing an unbuttoned shirt, Xiao Yin’s chest was in good shape.

Rong Yi watched him while relaxing his body.

“Did your stomach hurt earlier?” Xiao Yin pressed his lower abdomen.

Rong Yi shook his head. “No pain.”

“Next time, let’s do it outside. I’m worried.” Xiao Yin was always very strict when it came to Rong Yi’s well-being.

Rong Yi held his shoulder to prevent himself from slipping down. “If we do it outside, we’ll have to change the sheets every day.”

“It’s not much different. Even if we don’t do it that way, we change the sheets every three days.” Xiao Yin said softly, “Are you afraid Auntie will see when she washes the sheets? We can wash them ourselves.”

“…”

Rong Yi blushed a little and held back for a while. “You’re really forcing me to say it, aren’t you?”

“Hmm?” Xiao Yin tilted his head slightly, looking confused this time. He truly didn’t understand. “Say what?”

“Say…” Rong Yi gritted his teeth, then forcefully splashed water, drenching Xiao Yin, “I like it this way! I like it when you’re inside me… that way!”

Xiao Yin was momentarily stunned, then a smile curled up at the corners of his lips.

Rong Yi was almost infuriated by him.

He kicked Xiao Yin with his foot. “Get out! Leave, don’t distract me from my training!”

Xiao Yin grabbed his foot to prevent him from slipping. “Let’s train together later. Today is a rest day, just the two of us.”

Rong Yi continued to kick him. “Go away, go away! Don’t talk to me when you leave.”

Xiao Yin chuckled and realized that both of them were in a hurry, so he stopped teasing him. He got up, neatly folded the towel and fresh clothes for Rong Yi, and casually said, “I’ll wash outside. I’ll turn on the equipment for you.”

“Okay.” Rong Yi buried his chin in the bubbles, saying, “Thanks, Brother Yin.”

Xiao Yin chuckled again. As far as Rong Yi was concerned, he found him especially adorable.

This kind of cuteness didn’t mean anything in particular, but he just wanted to be by his side, washing him, or even being kicked by him. It was interesting.

After taking a shower, Rong Yi changed his clothes and got up, leaving the bathroom and heading downstairs.

Xiao Yin finished washing faster than him. Xiao Yin usually took a quick shower, while Rong Yi would soak in the bath for twenty minutes to relax his muscles.

It was a rest day today, and they only left half a day for the members of VIT to take care of their personal matters. After all, since Mid-Autumn Festival, none of them had taken a break.

However, the other members of VIT hadn’t left the city. They all went to a nearby supermarket to buy some daily necessities and then quickly went to sleep.

There were several real machines set up in the training room, distributed near their training seats.

Xiao Yin had already sat down at his position.

Rong Yi looked at those dark cameras, took a deep breath, his heart beating slightly faster, but he still walked over and sat down.

He still wasn’t completely used to it, but compared to before, it was much better.

When Xiao Yin first set up these things and placed them there, Rong Yi was extremely uncomfortable and it greatly affected his performance during matches. But gradually, he got used to it.

More importantly, now when he sees the camera, the first association is no longer a gaze of voyeurism or scrutiny, but a gentle and slightly indulgent look behind Xiao Yin.

After all, that’s how he looks at him when he takes pictures.

Rong Yi quickly got into the zone.

The extra practice was really intense. They trained for four hours straight from the afternoon until evening. Afterwards, Rong Yi and Xiao Yin went over their strategies against QIL in a low voice, trying to think through and cover any potential gaps.

The two of them didn’t come up with any new ideas; the current plan B and basic tactics were already determined.

It was unrealistic to expect to target QIL individually or from plan B, considering they were a world-class team. Mistakes were unlikely to occur. To win, they had to meet two conditions.

First, no one could make any obvious mistakes.

Second, they couldn’t let the pace drag on. The core advantage of the Mid-Autumn Festival strategy lay in the swift coordination and efficient allocation of resources in the early and mid-game. However, if this advantage was dragged into a late-game showdown, it would lose its meaning.

Within ten days, the day of the match arrived.

The final match of the global championship was held at the headquarters of the gaming company, which was also Xiao Yin’s old territory.

Five days before the start of the match, the entire VIT team had already arrived in City A of Country A.

Among the other team members, besides Shu Pian, the headquarters of several foreign players were located here. Returning to City A was like returning to their old nest, and Xiao Yin excitedly introduced everything along the way to Rong Yi.

Ci She, Hui Mao, and Wu Dao Gu were not all like Xiao Yin, growing up, participating in competitions, and training abroad.

Hui Mao studied abroad himself and attended the same high school as Xiao Yin. He loved playing games and signed up for QIL’s youth training camp when she heard Xiao Yin’s name at school.

Ci She’s family was not in Country A. He was like Wu Dao Gu, going wherever there were competitions globally, collecting prize money like a mercenary, and was finally recruited to the youth training camp by a headhunter.

For this reason, it was easier to take Ci She and Hui Mao with them. As for Wu Dao Gu, he volunteered to join Xiao Yin’s team, and they had known each other since earlier in China. That’s how this team was formed.

They were familiar with City A, and Xiao Yin was not unfamiliar with it either.

He had been here five years ago and won the championship with a group of old teammates who had personal translators with them.

At the scene of the airport landing, the team’s overseas fans and various media were waiting outside.

As soon as VIT landed, they were bombarded with crazy photography. Blinding flashes lit up, and Rong Yi instinctively pushed back, blocking it with his hand, but he didn’t lower his head or show any obvious timidity.

Xiao Yin reached out and firmly held his hand.

This scene was captured by many people, and for the first time, a close-up photo of Xiao Yin and Rong Yi together appeared on the fans’ phones.

They were holding hands.

The weather in City A was slightly chilly, around ten degrees Celsius.

Under the dim airport sky, only flashes kept flickering on and off.

Rong Yi’s jet-black messy hair was made even whiter and brighter by the flashes. He was wearing a casual jacket with a metallic orange and blue style, looking relaxed and eye-catching.

Xiao Yin, on the other hand, was wearing a blue and white jacket today. Both of them were so handsome that they radiated light.

Xiao Yin stayed with Rong Yi the whole time, whispering to him while using English to remind the media to keep a little distance.

Photos of the two of them instantly appeared on social media.

Countless people were amazed, and some remembered.

Apart from those chaotic candid shots, this was the first time Rong Yi openly appeared in front of the media.

Seeing the light of day again.