Chapter 403: Chapter 402: The Plastic Brotherhood Chapter 403: Chapter 402: The Plastic Brotherhood “`
Just as his fingertip was about to touch the bottle, the refined man who had been squinting and leaning back on the sofa suddenly opened his eyes wide and pressed down on the bottle neither too lightly nor too heavily.
Yun Sang was taken aback.
“I’m thirsty, let me have a drink!” He didn’t understand why and was somewhat impatient.
Xiao Qimo didn’t let go, instead he snatched away the bottle and even placed it in the gap of the sofa next to him, his refusal couldn’t have been more resolute, “Drink something else.”
“Tch!” Yun Sang flopped back onto the sofa, ruffling up his shorts in irritation: “What’s the big deal, I’ll pay you back a hundred bottles!”
This water is just a few hundred yuan per bottle, he’s treasuring it like it’s something special.
He didn’t even mind that it was a bottle he had drunk from, yet the guy was so stingy he wouldn’t even give him a sip of water.
What a bunch of bullshit brotherhood!
Xiao Qimo calmly gave him a glance, gripping the bottle even tighter.
This stance sent shivers down Yun Sang’s spine, and he looked weirdly at Ye Jinwen for an explanation.
Ye Jinwen shook his head in ignorance, he also didn’t know what was up with that bottle of water Qimo had been carrying around!
“Don’t be in a rush, Yun bro, I’ll go get you a new one, chilled!”
“Little Yezi, you’re the only one who cares for your brother.”
Ye Jinwen was speechless, because all he had to do was walk a few extra steps in the room, reach the fridge, open the fridge door, grab a bottle of mineral water, close the fridge door, and then take a couple more steps, and the issue was resolved.
But Yun bro was lazy, not willing to walk even those few steps.
Yun Sang guzzled a few mouthfuls of ice water, which also cleared quite a bit of his drunken stupor.
Xiao Qimo leisurely twisted open his own bottle of water, took a sip, and was content.
Turning around, he heard Yun Sang speak with a somewhat sentimental tone, “Brother, I’m 23 this year.”
Ye Jinwen and Xiao Qimo both paused for a moment.
Among the three of them, Yun Sang was the oldest at 23, followed by Xiao Qimo at 22, and Ye Jinwen was also 22, only trailing by a few months in terms of his birthday.
“After this year’s competitions, I should retire.” He took a deep breath, his voice carrying a faint but complex solemnity.
The prime age for professional CTF players spans only a few years, and at 23, one is already considered in the twilight years, with 24 being the retirement age.
Given Yun Sang’s age and his ability to keep such high output, it’s clear how much effort he has put into his training behind the scenes.
“Shadow Hunting Team…” Yun Sang leaned back on the sofa, his voice tired and hoarse after drinking, “the team, it must keep going on.”
Xiao Qimo narrowed his eyes at him.
Just as he was about to speak, Yun Sang had already changed the subject, with a rakish tone, “By the way, how are things with your mother?”
A touch of warmth flickered in the depths of Xiao Qimo’s eyes, “This year, she should be able to be happy.”
“Oh.” Yun Sang nodded, passing over a freshly opened beer, “That’s good, this one’s for your mother!”
Xiao Qimo also naturally clinked bottles with him.
Only the sober Ye Jinwen sat on a small stool feeling a bit anxious: Big bosses, are you going to drink until you’re completely drunk?
Don’t do this, guys, I’m really anxious!
Lu Mian hadn’t slept last night, and after eating, he lay in bed and unwittingly dozed off for half an hour.
After waking up, he patted his large bed in amazement and smiled.
The bed was quite comfortable, suitable for sleeping.
Thinking of something, he looked around the room again carefully, and suddenly an idea popped into his head.
Fang Xilan said her room was different from everyone else’s.
Xiao Qimo could find her room and enter it immediately.
With the decorations, furnishings, and very detailed arrangements, she had good reason to suspect that it was Xiao Qimo who had arranged it all.
“Temporary boyfriend…”
She muttered softly, a smile involuntarily curling at her lips, until someone knocking at her door interrupted her tangled, complex thoughts.
Lu Mian kicked her slippers lazily as she walked over to open the door.
When she cracked the door open about twenty centimeters, she leaned casually against the doorway and looked at the slightly wary and dark-skinned girl in front of her, tilting her head, “What’s up?”
“Lu Mian…” Fang Chunlan subconsciously tried to peek into her room, but she wasn’t tall enough, and the view was completely blocked by Lu Mian, so she gave up and said, “Someone downstairs is looking for you.”
“Yeah, two men in black clothes, they said they’re the ‘Periodic Table’.”
Lu Mian understood immediately; it must be Mo Nie and Mo Si.
She said, “Thank you,” and was about to close the door when Fang Chunlan put her hand on the door, asking quietly, “Are you studying?”
The word was somewhat foreign to Lu Mian, who shook her head, “No, I’m resting.”
“Oh.” Fang Chunlan nodded, seeing Lu Mian’s dismissive posture, she turned to leave, but not before reminding her as she walked away, “They’re waiting for you downstairs.”
Because the third and fourth floors were where the male students lived, and the fifth and sixth floors were for the females, Mo Si and Mo Nie did not want to risk offending any of the female students by going up there.
Lu Mian changed her shoes, threw on a coat at random, and headed downstairs.
Surprisingly, Fang Xilan hadn’t left and was following her down.
Until they reached the lobby downstairs.
Mo Si, with sharp eyes, greeted Lu Mian enthusiastically as soon as he saw her descend.
Mo Nie was a step slower but still greeted Lu Mian respectfully.
“Miss Lu, these are the living essentials Mr.
Mo has prepared for you.
He said it’s inconvenient for you to go back to your brother’s apartment, so he had us prepare a new set and deliver it to you.”
The two men pushed forward two suitcases.
Lu Mian frowned, “What’s all this stuff?”
“Clothes, shoes, and a few notebooks; we’ve packed them all in for you.”
Lu Mian felt overwhelmed.
She was not picky about clothes and shoes—as long as they were wearable.
But now that the stuff had been delivered, she had to accept it; after all, it was Director Qimo’s kind gesture.
She took the suitcases and was ready to leave.
Mo Si and Mo Nie hesitated, as if they had something else to say but stopped short.
Mo Si timidly nodded, “Miss Lu, go put away your things first.
Then could you come with us somewhere?”
“So it is important,” Lu Mian paused, “Wait for me for a moment.”
She pushed one suitcase in each hand and went upstairs, Fang Xilan suddenly emerging from somewhere, eagerly offering her help.
Lu Mian refused, but Fang Xilan had already snatched them away.
Fang Xilan cocked her head, full of curiosity, “Lu Mian, who are they?
Lu Mian’s expression was odd, silently observing Fang Xilan for several seconds, making her feel embarrassed and stop asking questions, before Lu Mian finally looked away.
Fang Xilan looked down, silently staring at the two large suitcases in a daze.
She had always considered Lu Mian to be of the same kind as herself, but today, after seeing someone deliver her suitcases, she couldn’t help speculating more.
Isn’t Lu Mian’s family in poor conditions?
Why would there be someone delivering things to her?