[I mistook an esports superstar for an escort and slept with him. He publicly announced he was pursuing me.]
The night my dream of competing in the Tokyo Olympics fell apart, I got drunk, mistook someone for my ex, and tugged at him, saying, “You’re so handsome, big brother.”
The next day, mortified, I ran off and left a note: “Sorry. Tell me how much I owe you.”
But he cornered me. “Money isn’t enough. I want you.”
I was Liu Qingsong’s first love at seventeen.
When we broke up, he said, “Su Ning, don’t regret it.”
When we meet again, he coldly brings me medicine, shuts down the haters, and secretly uses an alternate account to follow every match I play.
Everyone says the cold-tongued, sharp-witted god of LPL support got done in by a sweet girl on the national team.
Later, I switch to women’s singles and return to the top, while he leads his team toward the world championship.
The moment he wins the Paris Olympics final, he pushes through the crowd and embraces me, his voice trembling:
“Su Ning, right here where you won your title, I’m asking you to marry me.”
[Two strong leads, rekindled love | Sharp-tongued but soft-hearted esports god × Sunny, bold badminton sweetheart | From green limes and pine to sharing the rest of our lives]
