Glorious Record

[A well-behaved young master who's adorable in public and a little tyrant in private × A top pro who's aloof on the surface but secretly a jealous mess]

Under the spotlights, Yan Jiu'an glanced at the opposing players' bench for the third time. The newcomer in a moon-white team jersey was looking down as he adjusted his equipment. His long lashes cast a demure shadow beneath his eyes, and he looked just like the blushing kid who'd asked for an autograph the first time they met.

On the field, Shen Huaixin's fingertips brushed the scorching edge of his phone. Behind his glasses, his gaze turned sharp in an instant. The infrared targeting line of Baili Shouyue struck like a snake's tongue, piercing the throat of the Gan Jiang controlled by Yan Jiu'an with deadly precision.

“First Blood!”

As the crowd erupted, Yan Jiu'an looked at his grayed-out screen and chuckled. The fangs hidden beneath the boy's gentle exterior had finally found the weakness he'd taught him himself.

In the lounge, Shen Huaixin tugged at his collar as he watched the replay. Moonlight filtered through the blinds, revealing the fading bite marks on his collarbone. “I told you not to start a team fight. Wine isn't a charity handing out free kills.”

The instant the door lock clicked, the fierce little leopard turned into a docile kitten. Shen Huaixin turned and threw himself into the fruit-scented embrace, his dimples sweet as honey. “Brother, did you come to visit me?~”

Yan Jiu'an wrapped an arm around his lover's waist, his thumb pressing hard against the lip he'd bitten open. “That shot you took at me just now was pretty fierce, huh?”

“Need a punishment?”

“Your punishment is to kiss me.”

Later, when reporters asked about the secret to their championship, Yan Jiu'an rubbed the matching ring on his ring finger and smiled. “Train a rival who can topple the throne, then make sure his bullets always veer 0.5 millimeters off course for my heartbeat.”