133: E-sports genius forced love 3

Wen Ci’s game ID was 'Gummy Not Sweet', and Lu Chen recognized it at a glance.

That evening, she had just showered, her hair still dripping, and was curled up on the sofa in loose pajamas, scrolling on her phone.

The doorbell rang abruptly. She ran barefoot to the peephole and saw Lu Chen standing outside, his brows cold, his lips a straight, tight line.

She pulled open the door, wet strands of hair clinging to her neck, water droplets tracing her collarbone and disappearing into her collar.

“Lu Chen?” She tilted her head, her voice soft and sweet from just having showered. “What’s wrong?”

He didn’t speak, only handed his phone to her. The screen showed the game login interface; his account was already online, his ID 'Shadow' quietly listed at the top of the friends list.

“Now, get online,” he said, his voice deep, carrying an undeniable command.

Wen Ci blinked, her eyelashes still damp with water vapor, and couldn’t help but laugh: “Lu Shen, shouldn’t you be quite busy tonight? Are you really going to carry me?”

Lu Chen didn’t answer, just stared at her, his dark eyes deep, like a stubborn large dog that wouldn’t give up until its owner nodded.

She had no choice but to take out her phone and log into the game in front of him. As her fingertips moved across the screen, she noticed his breathing hitch slightly, his gaze falling on her wet hair before quickly moving away.

“Do you… want to come in and sit?” She looked up at him, intentionally softening her voice.

Lu Chen’s Adam’s apple bobbed, but he took half a step back, his voice tight: “No need.”

He turned to leave, then stopped, saying in a low voice: “Turn on voice chat.”

Wen Ci watched his almost-fleeing back and couldn’t help but purse her lips and smile.

So, the rumored gloomy and obsessive Lu Shen could also be so awkward.

She closed the door, curled back into the sofa, and put on her headphones. His voice came through the current, deeper than usual, with a faint static: “Pick whatever you want, play whatever you like.”

In the game, Wen Ci’s controls were clumsy, her positioning mistakes led to her being solo-killed twice by the enemy mid-laner. Then, she intentionally opened her mic, sounding pitiful: “Lu Shen, how do you play this hero? I keep dying…”

Through the headphones, Lu Chen’s breathing paused slightly, followed by a low response: “Follow me.”

His Shadow appeared from the shadows, took out the enemy mid-laner with a combo, and then stopped in front of her, who was on low health.

He was so handsome it made her want to scream.

That night, Lu Chen carried her to five consecutive wins.

Wen Ci was so excited she rolled around on the sofa; the feeling of being protected by him while slaughtering enemies was utterly addictive.

When the last game ended, she looked at the word “Victory” on the screen and couldn’t help but laugh aloud: “Lu Shen, you’re amazing!”

His faint “Mm” came through the headphones, followed by a private message notification in the game. She tapped it open, and there was only one line in the chat box:

I’ll carry you from now on.

Wen Ci stared at the line of text, her heart suddenly skipping a beat.

*

Lu Chen’s possessiveness began with game records.

Every day, he would check Wen Ci’s match history. As his fingertips scrolled across the screen, his eyes would gradually grow cold with the appearance of different teammates next to her ID.

If he found her teaming up with others, his jawline would tighten, and his knuckles would unconsciously tap on the table, one after another, like a suppressed countdown.

Finally, one day, Wen Ci duo-queued a game with a classmate.

The next morning, as she stepped out of the elevator, she was suddenly pulled into the shadows of the hallway corner.

— —!

Her back hit the cold wall. Wen Ci looked up, directly meeting Lu Chen’s handsome face, inches away.

He propped one hand beside her ear, leaning in close, his breath hot, his eyes terrifyingly dark.

“You can only play with me,” he said, his voice low and hoarse, enunciating each word.

Wen Ci froze, her heart racing—but not from fear.

She looked up at him, her lips curving slightly: “Lu Shen, are you… jealous?”

Lu Chen’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his eyes deepening.

He was never good with words, and at this moment, he didn’t know how to express the surging possessiveness in his chest. In the end, he could only stiffly blurt out: “What I can give you, your classmate can’t.”

Wen Ci was amused by his words.

She hadn’t expected the rumored gloomy and obsessive Lu Shen to express his possessiveness so frankly.

“Lu Shen, can you give me anything I want?” She deliberately leaned closer, her fingertip gently poking his chest, looking up at him with cunning light in her eyes.

Lu Chen’s ear tips visibly reddened, but he didn’t retreat. Instead, he leaned in closer, almost kissing her lips.

“Whatever you want, I’ll give you.”

The young man’s voice was low and hoarse, carrying a teasing air that sent a tingly sensation into her ear canal.

Wen Ci had initially intended to tease him, but instead, he made her blush, her heart pounding so fast it felt like it would burst from her chest.

Just at this extremely ambiguous moment—

“Ding!”

The elevator door suddenly opened, and a group of noisy boys instantly poured into the hallway.

“Lu Shen! We came to find you for tra—…ining… ”

Their words abruptly stopped.

The air solidified.

Wen Ci and Lu Chen both froze, while the boys standing at the elevator entrance widened their eyes, their mouths agape enough to fit an egg.

What did they just see?!

Their unapproachable, ice-cold Lu Shen was actually cornering the legendary beautiful neighbor against the wall?! And they were so close… it looked like they were about to kiss the next second?!

After a brief silence, the crowd instantly erupted.

“Holy cow! Lu Shen, what are you doing?!”

“Am I seeing things?! Is that really Lu Shen?!”

“Miss! So you’re ‘Gummy Not Sweet’, the one Lu Shen carries every day?!”

A group of them swarmed around, their eyes as bright as searchlights, scrutinizing Wen Ci.

Before, they had only caught glimpses of her profile from afar, knowing she was a beauty, but they hadn’t expected her to be so stunning up close: porcelain-white skin, moist almond eyes, and rosy lips, a sweet beauty through and through.

“Miss, what’s your relationship with our Lu Shen?”

“No wonder he ignored us when we asked him to play games these days; he was duo-queuing with you!”

“Does that even need asking? She’s definitely our future sister-in-law! Hello, sister-in-law!”

The boys jokingly cheered, making Wen Ci’s cheeks flush, her earlobes so red they almost dripped blood.

She opened her mouth, about to explain, but Lu Chen had already stepped forward, directly shielding her.

“Don’t scare her.”

Those four low words instantly silenced everyone.

The group exchanged glances, then broke into ambiguous smiles of “we understand, we understand,” but didn’t dare to continue teasing. After all, Lu Shen was a big shot in the esports world, and no one dared to truly provoke him.

Wen Ci took the opportunity to slip back into her room. After closing the door, she let out a long sigh of relief, covering her burning cheeks as she crouched down.

Outside the door, the group was still surrounding Lu Chen, chattering and teasing, but Lu Chen wasn’t listening at all.

His gaze remained on the closed door. Remembering how her ear tips had reddened and her eyes had looked at him, wet and wide, his lips unconsciously curved into a faint smile.

Everyone: “…”

They looked at Lu Chen’s infatuated smile and collectively froze.

It was over. Their Lu Shen had truly fallen.