Chapter 13 – My husband
In the third round of the second half, WLG had a rough start.
Three teammates were fighting the enemy over control of a garage when Elan fearlessly flanked from both sides. He successfully took down two opponents but was immediately targeted and killed by another team lying in ambush on the hillside.
The team lost a critical positioning point, and it didn’t take long before they were wiped out by the enemy.
WLG only managed to secure three kills that round.
Xia Huang commented with regret, “If he hadn’t been pinned down, Elan could’ve made it back in time to support the team. WLG would have easily made it out of the city. The rookie still lacks experience… Tan Shen, what do you think about your teammates’ coordination today?”
Tan Mo gave a faint smile. “Watching that level of play makes you want to grab some heart medication.”
The audience burst into laughter.
However, Xiao Pai, Hu Fu, and Shine immediately straightened up.
They could tell that, despite Tan Mo’s calm tone, his voice was cold, just like when he was giving serious feedback.
“Is he really mad about this?” Xiao Pai furrowed his brow in confusion. “Isn’t that a bit harsh on the rookie? He hasn’t played with the second team before.”
“It’s not about the rookie,”
Sang Ye unexpectedly chimed in.
Xiao Pai looked at him. “What?”
Sang Ye lowered his head, looking at a rough map he had sketched in his notepad. He drew a trajectory and explained,
“Position 2, An Liu, went to grab an airdrop in the northern part of P City while entering the zone. At that point, he should have heard vehicle noises and known there were people on the hillside, but based on Elan’s reaction, he didn’t know. This shows that An Liu withheld that information, which led to Elan’s death because the team didn’t exchange information.”
Not only was Xiao Pai shocked, but even Hu Fu and Shine glanced over.
They had treated the chicken dinner match as just a fun game, overlooking many details and not bothering to analyze it. They never expected that the white-haired streamer would not only be watching but also taking detailed notes—seriously over-prepared.
“So, you’re saying Tan Shen’s anger is aimed at An Liu?” Xiao Pai asked.
For Sang Ye, this was obvious, so he didn’t respond.
Xiao Pai, surprisingly, didn’t feel offended this time. He wiped the sweat from his brow and whispered to Hu Fu, “Sitting next to him, I feel like a total slacker.”
Shine leaned over as well and whispered, “Why is he taking this so seriously?”
“He’s focused on E Lan,” Xiao Pai whispered this time, mimicking the motion of writing on his hand with the other. “My brother praised E Lan before the match, and he must’ve made a mental note of it!”
“Hah!” Hu Fu, ever the gossip, chuckled. “That’s some serious jealousy there. We gotta let Tan Shen know!”
As the matches wrapped up and the tournament neared its end, WLG had some slip-ups along the way but performed steadily overall, securing third place.
The camera zoomed in for a close-up of the players.
When the intense-eyed, black-haired young man appeared on the giant screen, San Ye paused.
It was the same person he’d run into before the match.
So that was E Lan.
Sang Ye’s thoughts flashed back to what he had been doing at the time—everything had been witnessed by the other guy. He frowned in frustration, lowering his eyes as he continued packing up his things.
On stage, the host was beaming:
“Now, let’s get the camera rolling and select a lucky audience member to receive a Talk-branded team jersey!”
The crowd erupted with excitement at the announcement. If they were allowed, many would have stood up and shoved their faces into the camera.
A giant crane camera swung around the venue, scanning one hopeful face after another on the big screen.
As the music’s tempo quickened, the tension in the room reached its peak. Finally, with a crisp sound of a gong, the camera stopped.
On the big screen, a creamy white haired boy was hunched over, packing his bag. Someone next to him nudged him, and he lifted his head. For the first few seconds, his expression was a bit dazed, which made his fair face look even more innocent and sweet—completely endearing.
The venue erupted in screams, with excited shouts of “So handsome!” and “So cute!” echoing everywhere.
Moreover, many in the audience recognized Sang Ye. At the very least, no one who followed Tan Mo would have missed that sweet duo match. Many people became fans of the “Rap CP” from that point on—a nickname derived from their IDs, Talk & Song.
Now, quite a few new CP fans were squealing in excitement upon seeing Sang Ye being selected, convinced that it was fate’s doing!
Destiny! How wonderfully mysterious!
Sang Ye hadn’t expected to win at all and was a bit surprised. After all, there were nearly ten thousand people present, and the odds of being chosen were quite low.
At that moment, a live feed from the studio popped up on the other big screen.
With the camera still focused on him, Sang Ye instinctively lowered his gaze when he looked toward Tan Mo, suddenly feeling as though he had locked eyes with the man.
But then he realized that whether it was when he handed over his ID before entering or during the intermission when he sat beside him, Talk had no recollection of him. He wouldn’t know that the person he had once duo-queued with was actually him.
If he kept acting so skittish, it would only make him seem suspicious.
Taking a deep breath to brace himself, Sang Ye finally lifted his head to face the camera. He maintained his usual expression, reverting to the cool guy everyone knew him as.
Perhaps it was almost time to wrap up, as the two commentators seemed a bit more laid-back, their demeanor more relaxed.
When Xia Huang saw Sang Ye on the big screen, his eyes lit up, and he became inexplicably excited: “Wait a minute! A pretty boy! And he looks a bit familiar!”
The already excited audience erupted again, with the crowd cheering louder and louder. Fans who knew about the two’s history were dying to shout out everything that had happened between them.
Sang Ye, who had just managed to maintain his composure for two seconds, was flustered once more.
He had forgotten something crucial.
Talk didn’t recognize him, but that didn’t mean the other commentator didn’t.
As expected.
Xia Huang looked at Tan Mo with a mischievous grin and said, “Alright, Talk, let’s test you. Do you know this handsome guy here?”
At that moment, Tan Mo was slightly tilting his head, raising a hand to remove his earpiece. Upon hearing this, he lifted his gaze and glanced at the big screen on site.
Sang Ye knew Talk was looking at him, and his face flushed crimson. His breathing grew uneven as he clutched his backpack and slid down a little in his seat.
He could only hope that Xia Huang would hold back and not say anything reckless.
The next second—
“I do.”
The deep, magnetic voice echoed throughout the arena, calm and seemingly without any emotion.
Sang Ye froze, his mind going completely blank.
Tan Mo casually tossed the earpiece onto the table, lifted his eyes, and with a faint smile at the camera, spoke in a voice laced with warmth:
“He’s my husband.”
Backstage, in the editing room.
The assistant director threw down the script in frustration: “Messing around again! That’s coming out of his pay!”
OHHHH MYYY GAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDD SOOOO CUTEEEEEEE
Ah? “He’s my husband” That last line caught me off guard XD