This Doctor, I'm Determined to Win Him Over!

Check out my upcoming story, The Reborn Actor Is Acting a Little Strange. The synopsis is at the very bottom.

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[Reader's Guide]:

Rich second-generation, flirtatious esports player bottom x elite, tsundere doctor top

Qingyi is the bottom's game ID. Most pro players appear under their IDs because I couldn't come up with names (TAT).

Pursuit-from-behind romance

The game doesn't take up much of the story, so you can enjoy it whether or not you've played Honor of Kings.

The KPL Summer Split was on break, and the end of the month was approaching.

As they say, if you don't put in the hours at the start of the month, you'll have to make them up at the end.

The captain had been counting on his youth, following the motto, "If the moon isn't asleep, neither am I." But Qingyi, who had kept streaming at his computer out of sheer love for the game, had still overestimated how young he was.

When Qingyi was lying on the examination bed, clutching his lower back, this was what Lu Jingcheng saw: Qingyi's face was turned to the side, pain plainly held in check, and his pale complexion made it impossible to hide his suffering.

What a beautiful, sickly young man.

Lu Jingcheng: Try moving and see if you can.

Qingyi bit his lip and tried to lift his upper body. But the moment he engaged his lower back, a sharp pain shot along his spine and spread through his whole body.

Qingyi was in so much pain that tears welled in his eyes, blurring everything he saw.

In Qingyi's blurred vision, the lower half of Lu Jingcheng's face was covered by a mask. His cold eyes were fixed on him - or, more precisely, his lower back - as his long fingers pressed against it. "Does it hurt?"

Qingyi glanced through his blurred vision at the name tag on Lu Jingcheng's chest.

Well, some people are just born beautiful.

Lu Jingcheng: You have a herniated lumbar disc. You'll need to stay in the hospital for a few days of physical therapy.

Qingyi looked sad on the outside, but inwardly he was delighted and agreed.

*

Qingyi had the mildest condition in the whole department. After two days of physical therapy, he could already get out of bed. He spent his days wandering over to Lu Jingcheng's office to make his presence known.

Lu Jingcheng: Is there something you need?

Qingyi struck a flirtatious pose. "I'd like to take you to dinner. Would you do me the honor?"

Lu Jingcheng's mouth curved upward beneath his mask. "No, thanks."

*

After that, Qingyi started dropping by the Second Hospital whenever he had free time.

After examining Qingyi's back, Lu Jingcheng asked the flirtatious man who was still grinning at him, "Anything else?"

Qingyi lay on the bed with his chin resting on his arms. "Are you free after work today? Let me buy you dinner."

Lu Jingcheng smiled. "What if I say no?"

Qingyi smiled back. "Then I'll come again tomorrow."

The corners of Lu Jingcheng's mouth lifted beneath his mask. "What a hassle. Let's go."

*

But Qingyi pursued him with such rich-kid extravagance that Lu Jingcheng thought he was only playing around on a whim.

Doctor Lu suppressed the stirrings deep in his heart, keeping his expression calm and unruffled. "We're both adults. Work is stressful, so it's fine to have a little fun."

"I never planned to play around with you."

Qingyi stepped forward and grabbed Lu Jingcheng by the chin. "Who the hell told you I was just playing around?"

Lu Jingcheng was a little taller than him and let Qingyi hold his chin.

Qingyi's gaze burned with intensity. Lu Jingcheng turned his head away, avoiding his eyes, but exposed his bright-red ears to Qingyi.

Qingyi gritted his teeth and brushed his fingers over Lu Jingcheng's lips. "I didn't climb to my position in the league on talent alone. More than anything, it was..."

Qingyi leaned closer, stopping two centimeters from Lu Jingcheng's lips.

"Perseverance."

*

Afterward, Qingyi figured it out: when dealing with this stubborn tsundere, you have to take his words the opposite way.

When he says no, he means yes.

---The following is an upcoming story---

A reborn, foul-mouthed bottom who acts out and slacks off x a reborn top who switches roles with him all the time

Xie Hui suffered from severe depression.

Unable to hold on any longer, he leaped from the twenty-seventh floor of his hotel on the third day after the nominees for the awards ceremony were announced.

Heaven knows, it had absolutely nothing to do with the awards ceremony.

But that didn't stop the hot-search rankings from exploding like fireworks at three in the morning.

Xie Hui and Gu Jianqiu were widely recognized as bitter rivals and sworn enemies, and both of them had been nominated for Best Actor this time.

Under the topic "Xie Hui kills himself because he can't stand losing," keyboard warriors had a field day, their comments more glaring than the white chrysanthemums at a funeral home:

"Did Xie Hui die of shame because he was afraid of losing to Gu Jianqiu again this year?"

"I heard the Xie family always thought he was bad luck. They must be relieved he's dead."

"The dead are gone, so let bygones be bygones."

"Let bygones be what? If I were the event organizers, I'd be reaching for the oxygen. What a disaster!"

Floating in midair, Xie Hui looked at his first trending topic to spark a nationwide discussion. It was his own death. He wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

After he returned to the Xie family, his relatives cared more about the adopted son they'd raised since childhood. Xie Hui really was the unwanted, unloved, unlucky one.

Xie Hui looked at his disfigured body and the ever-growing crowd around it, then gave a self-mocking smile.

Let it end here. This wretched illness has tormented me for so long. In my next life, I have to treat myself better.

For now, I'll head to the underworld early and get in line, so I can be reborn into a good family.

Let myself go.

*

For some reason, the Black and White Impermanence hadn't come to collect him.

Xie Hui crossed his legs and sat in his own funeral hall, planning to go eat the food at his own wake in a bit.

Floating above the funeral hall, he coldly watched his so-called family pretend to weep in front of his portrait, and his friends from the industry bow out of politeness before hurrying off to check their phones.

He gave a self-mocking smile. What was I even expecting?

Then he saw the newly crowned Best Actor, his eyes red and swollen.

"But... but things were finally getting better..." Gu Jianqiu's voice caught in his throat. His fingertips almost sank into the wrist in Xie Hui's portrait.

Xie Hui was confused.

Wait, we're rivals, sworn enemies. The whole internet knows we can't stand each other.

I died. Why are you crying so hard?

*

Xie Hui and Gu Jianqiu were rivals, sworn enemies who couldn't stand one another. Everyone knew it.

Even Xie Hui himself believed it wholeheartedly.

Last month, Gu Jianqiu had handed him an insulated container with a scowl. "The kitchen simmered this soup for ten hours. If you dare say it tastes bad, I'll crack your skull open and pour it down your throat."

The month before that, Gu Jianqiu had rearranged his schedule for half a month to rehearse scenes with him. After every scene, he analyzed and critiqued Xie Hui's performance, then added an insult: "Your acting is worse than a rookie's."

And the month before that...

Xie Hui shook his head, refusing to remember.

Anyway, they really couldn't stand each other.

They really couldn't.

*

After Xie Hui had eaten at his own wake, he caught sight of the Black and White Impermanence in the distance. He closed his eyes, ready to report to the underworld.

He closed his eyes and opened them again, only to find he was alive once more.

He also realized he would have to retrace his steps and live it all over again.

Lord, just let me die.

Theme: Fate is decided by heaven