Everyone on the Internet knows that Yan, the captain of the Star Vault Team, is an aloof man. He only says "um" and "right" in interviews and never says another word.
No one knows that his trumpet has been lurking in my live broadcast room for three years. His ID is "Zhouzhou doesn't drink porridge" and he can make risqué comments like no one else - "My sister will kill me" and "I can lick this leg for a year."
No one even knows that he was my childhood sweetheart and now my roommate.
I, Jiang Nian, am a senior student at the Academy of Fine Arts and a top part-time cosplayer. Three million people on the Internet call me wife.
At the same time, I am still the number one player in the national server, "Nian". I am ranked first in the peak competition. I play fiercely and am known as the "Battlefield Ghost".
He thought he was my top brother, and I thought I was his mysterious rival.
Until late that night, he stood at my door with orange juice:
"Zhouzhou doesn't drink porridge, it's me."
I was stunned.
But he smiled: "Stop pretending, Nian."
On the first day after falling off the horse, we were together.
The day after he lost his horse, his teammates found out that I = the top brother on the list, and he was blackmailed into not having breakfast for a month.
On the third day after losing my horse, I received a trial invitation from a professional team—the rival team.
From then on, they were lovers during the day and rivals at night.
He said: "When we meet on the field, I won't give in."
I replied to him: "What a coincidence, so am I."
Until that finals, we were on opposite sides.
The moment the crystal exploded, he walked over and knelt down on one knee in front of the entire audience:
"I only lose to you in the line, and it will be the same in this life."
