Chapter 81 – Extra
After the match ended, the AVG team took the earliest flight back home.
As soon as they landed in Haishi, they didn’t even have time to drop off their luggage before rushing straight to the club owner’s pre-booked lounge to party.
The atmosphere there was wild — some people crying, others shouting, a DJ on stage hyping up the crowd.
Ji Wei was surrounded by pounding music and flashing lights, his eyes gradually turning blank.
“I’ve always admired these high-energy humans…” he murmured weakly to the person beside him. “How do they still have the energy to party after a match like that?”
To hear him clearly, Yin Sijue leaned in so close his ear was almost brushing Ji Wei’s lips.
His eyes curved in amusement. “So tired?”
“Then will you still be able to do it later?”
Ji Wei: …
The Chinese language truly is profound — capable of both elegance and obscenity.
Avoiding the question, he picked up his phone and happened to see the official congratulatory post on Weibo:
@PCL Tournament Committee: [Crowned in glory! A legend is born! Congratulations to Team AVG for winning the PGC Global Championship 202X!]
[In the highly anticipated PGC Global Championship Grand Finals, @AVG Club Official claimed the crown with unparalleled teamwork, unyielding willpower, and flawless tactical execution.
They rose above all competition and stood at the very top, etching a brand-new legend for PCL on the world’s biggest stage!
Right below the championship post was another announcement — Yin Sijue’s MVP title.
King!
@PCL Tournament Committee: Full firepower unleashed, dominating the battlefield!
Congratulations to player @AVG_Solve for being awarded the MVP of the PGC 202X Global Finals!
Let’s celebrate the star players who shone brightest on the world stage!
Here’s the Top 10 player leaderboard based on total eliminations in the finals:
[1st place: Solve — 27 points]
[2nd place: KK & Milly — 23 points]
[3rd place: Unique — 21 points]]
Ji Wei: …
Damn it, still couldn’t beat him!
Yin Sijue pinched his puffed-up cheeks. “You already scored higher than most assault players.”
Ji Wei took a deep breath. “It’s not about the score…”
It was their bet!
If time could go back, Ji Wei would’ve traveled straight to the past and knocked out the impulsive idiot version of himself who’d agreed to that wager with Yin Sijue.
The championship was won, the excitement had passed, and only now did he remember — there was something far more daunting waiting for him.
Yin Sijue said, “The package has arrived. It’s in my room.”
“Manager gave everyone the night off, and who knows how long the others will be out partying…”
His gaze lingered on the flush creeping up Ji Wei’s ears. His lips curved slightly. “Shall we head back first?”
…
Solve: [Don’t feel like drinking. Unique and I are heading back to base first.]
Half an hour later, Xu Shaoqiu, tipsy and half-drunk, stared blankly at the message.
“Damn it, those two again…”
A staff member nearby called out, “Brother Qiu, the championship interview with Aurora TV we scheduled earlier — the filming crew will come to the base tomorrow. But they just said they need to delay by two hours.”
Xu Shaoqiu thought for a moment, then asked, “Right… what time did we set it for again?”
The staff replied, “It was at one in the afternoon, but it’s been moved to three.”
Xu Shaoqiu said, “Oh, fine. Not like they’ll even be awake by one anyway. We’ll just record whatever nonsense we can.”
The staff member glanced nervously at the manager who had just spoken so recklessly. “Uh… should we maybe notify the players in advance?”
Xu Shaoqiu waved a hand. “Yeah, yeah, call them over. And tell Da Shu to stop grabbing the DJ’s mic — he sounds awful, no one can even tell what he’s singing.”
Neither of the two players had any objections about tomorrow’s live broadcast show, so Xu Shaoqiu didn’t say much more. After a few quick reminders, he let everyone go back to partying.
Watching Milly and Da Shu’s backs as they left, he took a sip of his drink, his eyes hazy with drunkenness.
“…How many players do we have again…?”
…
At the team’s residential complex.
From the moment Ji Wei got out of the car, he’d been walking awkwardly, his steps completely out of sync — even forgetting once again which way the base’s front gate was.
He wanted to run. To escape to the second team’s base.
But the second team had gone out partying too.
No one was there to open the door for him.
Moreover, Yin Sijue had his hand around the back of Ji Wei’s neck, holding him like one might carry a cat, guiding him forward without any chance to resist.
Ji Wei felt as if his fate itself were being firmly gripped.
“Uh… I’m actually pretty tired today,” he muttered.
“It’s fine,” Yin Sijue replied calmly. “You won’t have to do anything.”
“My luggage! It’s still in Brother Qiu’s car!”
“No rush. He’ll bring it in later.”
“…”
Half pushed and half pulled, Ji Wei was dragged into the room before he could even react.
The door shut with a soft thud.
Yin Sijue cornered him against it, his presence overwhelming.
“Uh – huh…”
Ji Wei froze, caught completely off guard, his breath unsteady, unable to respond.
Pressed against the door, Ji Wei’s lips were sore and tingling — a little itchy, a little painful.
He poked Yin Sijue with his finger, creating a bit of distance. “…Slow down.”
Yin Sijue, breathing lightly, brushed his nose against Ji Wei’s.
“Since we won the championship, we haven’t even had a moment to kiss.”
It was true.
After lifting the trophy, there had been the official photo session, then post-match interviews. Once those wrapped up, Xu Shaoqiu had arranged a signing session for the fans who had come all the way abroad to support them.
They couldn’t disappoint their loyal fans, so the players obediently posed for photos and signed autographs.
By the time they returned to the hotel, they were completely exhausted — collapsing into bed and sleeping straight through to the next morning, only to be rushed to catch the flight home.
There hadn’t been even a moment left for themselves.
Yin Sijue leaned down, meeting Ji Wei’s misty eyes.
His gaze was unfocused, dazed — almost fragile.
It was strange.
In-game, he was so composed, taking down enemies with perfect precision — yet offstage, he could be so easily flustered by a little closeness.
Yin Sijue smiled faintly. “Unique’s 1v4 clutch in the last match today was incredible,” he murmured, voice low and affectionate.
“I really liked it.”
Ji Wei trembled slightly in his arms, his cheeks flushed pink.
“If you liked that… then I’ll play again next time.”
The arm around his waist tightened a little. “Let’s start with a one-on-one first.”
Ji Wei tensed up again, his body stiff as he bit his lower lip.
Feeling the sudden tension under his palm, Yin Sijue lowered his gaze and sighed softly.
“Weiwei, if you don’t want to, I won’t push you.”
With that, he slowly withdrew his hand from Ji Wei’s waist, leaving behind only a faint trace of warmth.
Then came a sharp slap—Ji Wei pressed his hand back into place.
“Come on, come on, come on! You started this—finish it!”
The sadness in Yin Sijue’s eyes vanished in an instant. He leaned in and stole another kiss.
Ji Wei, annoyed, bit down hard on his collarbone — Yin Sijue really did know exactly how to handle him.
“You go take a shower first,” Ji Wei muttered, glaring. “This box’s packaging looks complicated — I’ll figure out how to open it.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Ji Wei caught sight of the half-human-sized, exquisitely wrapped gift box in the room — and was instantly speechless.
All that fuss… for just a piece of clothing? It’s not even that much fabric!
Dragging his feet, he went back to his own room, grabbed a set of pajamas, and soon the sound of running water came from the bathroom.
Meanwhile, Yin Sijue knelt down and opened the gift box. The fabric inside was soft and fine — worth the price, at least — and it came with all sorts of fancy accessories.
The only downside: no instruction manual. Some of the attachments, he had no idea how to use.
Well, he thought, he could always figure it out later — with his boyfriend’s help.
After disinfecting everything and setting it neatly on the bed, he happily headed into the bathroom.
Ji Wei took a long shower. By the time he came out, even his knuckles were pink, and his cheeks were flushed — whether from the heat or nerves, he couldn’t tell.
After a moment of mental preparation at the door, he slowly pushed open Yin Sijue’s bedroom door.
The room’s owner was sitting on the edge of the bed, hair dry, watching him with an amused, half-smiling expression.
“Do you have to look that much like you’re facing a death sentence?”
Ji Wei closed the door, locked it, and turned around. “What?”
Yin Sijue said, “Your face looks like you just got knocked out and boxed up.”
Ji Wei: “…”
The man patted the edge of the bed. “Come here — I’ll help you change.”
…
A few moments later, with the faint rustle of fabric, Ji Wei had stripped down to the waist. He hesitated over the last piece of clothing, clutching it awkwardly, glancing at Yin Sijue with wide, uneasy eyes.
What he was supposed to wear turned out to be even less than he’d imagined — the upper piece barely qualified as clothing at all, just a small patch of shirt fabric with a collar attached, like a cropped costume.
Yin Sijue pulled him gently back into his arms and helped fasten the buttons one by one. Ji Wei kept his head down, feeling the other’s soft breath against the back of his neck.
He used to think he was the weird one, Ji Wei thought dizzily — turns out the real eccentric was right beside him.
Yin Sijue gave him a once-over, amused, and raised an eyebrow. “Did you forget something?”
“…um”
The breathing behind him grew heavier. Yin Sijue treated him as carefully as if he were a piece of fragile porcelain, helping him change clothes slowly and gently.
The outfit included a short pleated skirt that barely reached his thighs — and a large tail accessory.
“Uh… that tail—it won’t fit, right?” Ji Wei asked nervously, voice trembling. “I’m a little scared.”
Yin Sijue chuckled softly. “It’s fine. We can skip it for now.”
He turned Ji Wei around so they were face to face, then placed a pair of soft, furry cat ears on his head.
Ji Wei didn’t dare meet his eyes, but that didn’t stop Yin Sijue from admiring his own handiwork with satisfaction.
Since joining the team’s base, Ji Wei had filled out a bit — enough that Yin Sijue couldn’t help but find him even more endearing.
With the whole outfit put together, a wave of affection and amusement washed over Yin Sijue, leaving him completely content.
“Well…” he murmured.
Ji Wei blinked, confused. “What are you sighing for? Does it look that bad?”
Yin Sijue kissed Ji Wei on the shoulder and sighed dramatically. “I can die without regrets now.”
Ji Wei: “…”
He grabbed Yin Sijue’s shoulders, shaking him in exasperation. “Enough! You just won a world championship—what are you even saying!?”
After a couple of shakes with no effect, Ji Wei’s face flushed with frustration, and he pushed against him with his knee.
Yin Sijue ignored his protest, unbuttoned the top two buttons of Ji Wei’s shirt, and leaned closer, voice low and teasing.
As he brushed close, he murmured vaguely, “And what’s this?”
Ji Wei went weak all over, too flustered to answer.
“…What…what is it …?”
Yin Sijue leaned to his ear, breath warm against his skin.
“It’s Weiwei’s dounai,” he whispered.