On a summer night when he was seventeen years old, Wen Yang saw Cheng Jin on the screen - his sharply knuckled hands, his cold profile, and his eyes burning with wildfire when he made three kills. She wrote "becoming someone like him" in her diary and pursued it for three years.
At the age of twenty, she broke into Team Jhin's base as the top jungler in the youth training and stood in front of the legend. It wasn't Xingguang who was waiting for him, but he gave him a cold glance: "You stuffed money in?"
She dug her nails into her palms and smiled brightly: "I killed him based on my ability."
She thought her idol had collapsed and her dreams were shattered, but she didn't know that from that day on, the captain, who was so cold and inhumane, began to fixate on her.
Watching her practice her moves at three in the morning, watching her straighten her back when being challenged, watching her hiding in the stairwell secretly wiping away tears, and as soon as she saw him, she immediately wiped away her tears and pretended to be strong.
On the balcony of the celebration banquet, the night wind was mixed with the smell of alcohol. He blocked her by the railing, rubbed her hot earlobe with his fingertips, lowered his head and kissed her: "Wenyang, you are like a kitten with fried hair."
That kiss shattered all restraint.
After getting entangled late at night, he pressed her against the window, his voice hoarse to the bone: "Yangyang, it was you who recruited me."
The moonlight shattered all over the ground, and she was shocked to realize that the cold and ascetic Jin Shen in the outside world was actually extremely wild at heart.
She chased him throughout her youth, from the cold eyes in the youth training camp, to being side by side on the field, to being romantically involved late at night.
Finally, he held her tightly in his arms and admitted defeat in a mute voice: "Stop chasing me. I lost. It will be me chasing you in this life."
