Let's Do Some Questions - Chapter 60

When they played games before, Song Man and Chu Fengqiu had already changed to couple names.

Song Man was called “Ten”, and Chu Fengqiu was called “Eight/Nine”.

Song Man thought these names were nice and easy to remember, perfectly fitting her aesthetic.

As everyone knows, ten out of eight/nine, eight/nine out of ten.

“Let’s play games, you haven’t played for several days.”

Having a dedicated support significantly improved the gaming experience, to the point where the pleasure of solo queuing with random teams decreased. Random matches simply didn’t have that level of coordination.

Moreover, a support needs to sacrifice themselves, and this sacrifice is a technical skill. Some supports would rather watch the carry or jungler die than block for them. Song Man and Chu Fengqiu had no such worries when playing together.

The game started with the usual BP phase. Song Man picked a jungler, waiting for her teammates to help Chu Fengqiu pick a support.

It’s well-known that few people specialize in playing support in this game; everyone has a desire to carry, so almost no one would refuse to help pick a support.

However, today was an exception.

Song Man watched as the player in the second slot independently picked a support character that didn’t match her jungler well, and she fell into contemplation.

【Ten】: ?

【Ten】: Bro, can’t you see we’re duo queuing? Trying to cause trouble?

【Jungle Ginseng Picker】: Oh

【Ten】: Then follow the ADC, no need to be jungle support.

“Lao Chu, just play something else.”

“Okay, I can take another position.”

Finally, a top lane position was left for Chu Fengqiu, and the game entered the loading screen.

Song Man had said earlier to let the support follow the marksman, but this support insisted on following her, and didn’t even buy a support gem, constantly splitting Song Man’s experience and gold.

Song Man stood still and started arguing passionately.

【Jungle Ginseng Picker】: Hehe, I just don’t like couple dogs.

“Is this person sick?”

Song Man was annoyed.

“Maybe they just broke up.”

“Does this kind of idiot even deserve to be in a relationship?”

“If they can’t stand it, then let’s show them.”

Chu Fengqiu chuckled and typed on the screen.

【Eight/Nine】: Honey, this person looks like a dog.

“Ew, Lao Chu, your style changed so fast. I’ll join in.”

【Ten】: Just an idiot who can’t get into a relationship.

【Eight/Nine】: Yeah, after all, no one likes them as much as I like you. Maybe it’s jealousy.

【Eight/Nine】: After all, you are unique, while they are lost in the crowd, utterly unremarkable.

Look, look, this is what a cultured person says.

Song Man was a little embarrassed by the praise, and for some reason, her palms felt hot again.

【Jungle Ginseng Picker】: Hilarious, who’s jealous of your plastic CP? Elementary school love, just changing couple profile pictures, tsk.

【Ten】: If you’re not jealous, why ruin the game experience? Tsk, truly saying one thing but meaning another.

【Ten】: And she’s right next to me, please continue being jealous.

【Jungle Ginseng Picker】: Tsk, so it’s two girls. Girls dare to steal the jungler role?

“I should just mute this idiot.”

Song Man continued farming the jungle. After clearing her own jungle, she went to roam the enemy side.

The support still persistently followed her. When they were being ganked on the enemy side, Song Man ran away, watched the support fall, and happily continued farming.

Chu Fengqiu was stably farming in the top lane in a one-on-one situation. The enemy support followed their jungler. Song Man saw them heading towards the top lane and told Chu Fengqiu to be careful, but then saw Chu Fengqiu perform extreme maneuvers in the top lane, taking on three opponents, getting a triple kill, and escaping with low health.

“Nice play, Qiu Mei’er.”

The opponents also typed “666”. Chu Fengqiu healed while typing.

【Eight/Nine】: In fact, girls’ skills are much better than a noob like you.

【Eight/Nine】: You reaching this rank is truly a disgrace to everyone at this rank, as you’ve lowered the average IQ.

【Eight/Nine】: People like you deserve to be single. I shouldn’t even describe you as unremarkable, as your IQ is several points lower than average.

The support stopped talking and continued playing in silence.

“Amazing.”

Song Man just realized Chu Fengqiu could talk so much.

Chu Fengqiu responded with a faint smile, but frowned internally.

Why did this person stop talking! They can’t take it at all! Did she mock them too much?

If this person didn’t continue talking, how could she continue confessing to Song Man!?

Chu Fengqiu was annoyed. She had prepared so many sweet words but hadn’t said them yet, and this person wasn’t cooperating. The person didn’t say another word until the end.

Song Man, however, was quite happy and didn’t notice Chu Fengqiu’s unusual behavior. After winning, she started the next game and played with Chu Fengqiu until midnight, until her phone ran out of battery.

“Then I’ll go back to my room. See you tomorrow.”

Song Man got off Chu Fengqiu’s bed with her dead phone and waved at Chu Fengqiu.

“Okay, see you tomorrow. Should I wake you up tomorrow?”

“Okay.”

Song Man closed Chu Fengqiu’s door. After plugging in her phone to charge, she lay on the bed.

Before sleeping, Song Man suddenly thought of a question that instantly sobered her up.

Chu Fengqiu knew she was A Man, knew she was pretending, so why didn’t she ask her why?

Why?

Song Man talked to herself in her heart.

Why didn’t Chu Fengqiu ask? Wasn’t she curious at all?

But even if she asked, she couldn’t answer. But why didn’t she ask?

Song Man tossed and turned. She didn’t know if she wanted Chu Fengqiu to ask or not to ask.

Thinking about it until the end, Song Man fell into a daze and then asleep.

The next morning, Song Man was woken up by a knock on the door.

Song Man sprang up from the bed like a carp, grabbed her messy hair, and was horrified to discover a fact.

She seemed to have fantasized about her good friend, the very same student Chu Fengqiu who was currently standing outside.

No, how was this possible?

Song Man found it somewhat unbelievable, but the dream still lingered in her memory. Although blurry, the feeling was exceptionally real.

She dreamed of the sofa at the activity center. Chu Fengqiu was pressing down on her, the look in her eyes as if she wanted to drown her. This time, her kiss didn’t land on the side of her face, but accurately on her lips.

The subsequent memory inexplicably overlapped with the dream she had at Chu Fengqiu’s house that time—the sound of dripping water, the mist surrounding them, and the biting sensation on her lips.

This time she saw the person’s face clearly, but Song Man wished she hadn’t.

It must be because she thought about Chu Fengqiu before falling asleep last night, and then the events of the day were deeply imprinted, so what she thought about during the day, she dreamed about at night.

Song Man could only comfort herself this way; otherwise, she couldn’t find a second reason to face this dream.

After washing up, Song Man quickly combed her hair twice, opened the door, greeted Chu Fengqiu, and didn’t even look at Chu Fengqiu’s face. She rushed towards the dining table, shouting, “So hungry.”

Song Man rarely felt timid, but now she didn’t dare to look at Chu Fengqiu, afraid of recalling last night’s dream, and even more afraid of recalling that feeling.

This feeling of fantasizing about her good friend without their knowledge was truly awful, filling Song Man with guilt and remorse, to the point where she couldn’t even meet Chu Fengqiu’s eyes during breakfast.

Song Man could now somewhat understand why Ke Lingyu wanted to avoid Lingnan. When people face something unknown or even something they feel is bad, their first reaction is to avoid facing it.

After breakfast, Song Man left first again, sat in the car, and waited for Chu Fengqiu to get in.

Chu Fengqiu felt that Song Man was a bit off today, but didn’t know why.

Last night seemed normal, and nothing should have happened this morning to make Song Man unhappy.

She reached out her hand to Song Man. Song Man instinctively wanted to dodge but forced herself to endure it, afraid that Chu Fengqiu would notice something was wrong.

She didn’t even think about why Chu Fengqiu didn’t ask her about hiding her strength anymore; she just waited to get to school.

“Manman, are you unhappy?”

Chu Fengqiu looked at Song Man, forcing Song Man to meet her gaze.

In last night’s dream, Chu Fengqiu’s eyes and brows were moist, her eyes held a kind of darkness, and water droplets slid down her face, giving her a unique charm, tinged with a sense of unfamiliarity.

She breathed softly by her ear and let out a light chuckle.

Song Man didn’t know why she remembered that scene so vividly. At that time, the self in the dream seemed to be stepping on clouds, floating unrealistically.

Those eyes overlapped with the eyes in front of her, but they held a different look.

“No, just a bit annoyed about getting up early.”

Song Man leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes to rest, avoiding Chu Fengqiu’s gaze.

Chu Fengqiu’s brows furrowed slightly, still feeling something was off, but couldn’t find any other reason, so she gave up, leaned next to Song Man, and looked at her profile.

For the first time in her life, Song Man felt this emotion that was neither joy nor annoyance, and she felt a bit irritable.

She even wanted to avoid Chu Fengqiu for a few days, lest she feel like a little pervert.

She even felt that this was a prelude to Lingnan’s tragedy, except she wasn’t as deeply obsessed as Lingnan and would never do anything so extreme.

However, all these thoughts vanished when they got out of the car and Chu Fengqiu put her hand in hers.

Chu Fengqiu’s hands were so cold. She kept telling her every day, but she wouldn’t listen, wouldn’t bring a warm patch. How could she not warm her hands after Chu Fengqiu cooled her down in the summer?

During morning self-study, Song Man didn’t read; she lay on her desk catching up on sleep.

Come on, Chu Fengqiu already knew she was a big shot, did she still need to pretend to be well-behaved in front of Chu Fengqiu? Absolutely not.

So, amidst the sound of reading, Song Man slept soundly.

When morning self-study ended, Deng Wei came with a fully charged electric hand warmer, put it in Song Man’s hand, and waved goodbye.

Chu Fengqiu returned from the teacher’s office with a warm object in her hand.

“Hold it when you’re not writing. You can keep your left hand on it. Give it back to me when it gets cold.”

Song Man lay on the desk, looking at Chu Fengqiu, and instructed her carefully.

It was already December, and the weather was getting colder. Qingcheng’s autumn was very short, transitioning from scorching heat to severe cold with only a brief, unpredictable buffer period, followed by a drop in temperature.

And Chu Fengqiu always refused to bring warm patches. Although she wore thick clothes, her hands were still very cold.

Every time this happened, Song Man felt like she transformed from a young girl into a nagging woman.

“Okay.”

Chu Fengqiu’s voice was filled with a smile. She really wanted to get close to Song Man like this, then hug her and nuzzle her.

Song Man met her gaze, seemed to be drawn in and froze for a moment, then shifted her gaze, looking past Chu Fengqiu towards the window.

The wind outside the window howled, as if it was about to snow.