Okay, I know I'll regret this one day, but what the hell! I'm doing this for my birthday! I'll do whatever the fuck I want, who cares if I'm stopping this or that midway through because of Author Block in the future?!

Edward: The readers care!

Austin: This is not just about you! It's about us! As a part of your second-tier imagination, we're seeing thing from strangers' pov, I'd want to read some continuation!

This is my birthday, it's all about me!

Edward: How conceited!


Ye Xiu looked down on the fresh tomb filled with flowers, beside him, Su Mucheng is still crying endlessly. The umbrella they're sharing is completely tipped over to shield Su Mucheng from the drizzle, leaving Ye Xiu vulnerable to the bad weather, but Ye Xiu made no move to fix it over to his side.

Ye Xiu pursed his lips as he curled himself even tighter, placing his chin on his knees to dazedly staring at the name Su Muqiu carved on the tomb. Three years... He knew this guy for three years.

Smile as dazzling as the sunlight, passion burning so hotly like the magma in a volcano, excitement easily ignited, endless creativity as like the rainy weather... Ye Xiu hugged the ragged book in his arms even closer.

That's how Ye Xiu described Su Muqiu in this book...

Su Muqiu never did ridicule his dream to be a novelist, he wholeheartedly supported Ye Xiu even he himself is not very educated. But whenever he told Ye Xiu a story, it's always so enrapturing, filled with thousands of adventures, even the story of him going to do a grocery was very interesting when being told by him.

In turn, Ye Xiu played every game Su Muqiu thrust to his face, helping him. Games are fun... But not as fun as the novelty when he's holding a pen, lost in a world of imagination, creating his own destiny and adventure... However, Games came close second. Su Muqiu understood this and let him be.

Not long ago, Su Muqiu said he was going to play for a professional league for Glory... The game they played together. Ye Xiu? Ye Xiu had refused back then and Su Muqiu completely understood his reasons. Rather than playing... Ye Xiu is more interested in writing how it plays...

"Wait, is that my name in there?!" Su Muqiu exclaimed in astonishment.

In an impulse, Ye Xiu slammed his notebook close, "That's... Ah, yes that's your name..." Ye Xiu admitted ashamedly.

Light danced in Su Muqiu's eyes, amused, "Am I your main character? Make sure just write the cool things, okay? Don't write anything embarrassing!" Su Muqiu laughed and patted Ye Xiu's shoulder.

Ye Xiu looked up and scoffed, "I'm struggling for that here, If I don't do that there will be too many censorship need to be done."

"I'm not that bad, unless you're adding yourself in. What'cha write about me, anyways?" Su Muqiu plopped himself beside Ye Xiu.

Ye Xiu smiled, "Your story with some addition from my imagination."

Su Muqiu looked at him, "When it's done, can I be the first one to read it? Just to make sure you didn't write anything that would make me look like a fool," Su Muqiu said jokingly as he nudged Ye Xiu.

Ye Xiu smiled, "Sure."

It's not done yet...

It's not even halfway through when it suddenly stopped... Premature... Su Muqiu too... He has so many things he wanted to do, so many goals in his life, yet why... Why did this happen?

Su Mucheng looked up as she felt someone tugging on her sleeve, it's Ye Xiu, of course. She stared at him with her teary eyes.

Ye Xiu stared back, "Let's head back... You'll get sick..."

Su Mucheng laughed, a tiny scoff, which quickly turned to another round of tears, "Ye Xiu... What should we do?"

Ye Xiu's face quickly turned sorrowful, what should they do? He didn't know... Ye Xiu hugged his book close, if life is his to write, it will be much easier. "I don't know," He closed his eyes.

Su Mucheng lowered her head, she shouldn't have asked him. Not because she doesn't trust him, but because she knew... As a writer, Ye Xiu has taken a very emotional personality where he delves to things too much. In this kind of emotional state, he needed time to stabilize himself. "Big brother... he had signed himself in Excellent Era..." It's unfair, it really unfair. He had just started- no, even earlier than that actually...

"Mucheng..." Ye Xiu murmured when he suddenly felt a hand draped over his shoulder, Su Mucheng too. They looked up to see the owner of Excellent Era Internet Cafe, Tao Xuan.

Tao Xuan looked down at them sadly, "You guys should head back, the rain is getting worse," Tao Xuan kindly advised.

"Old Tao," Ye Xiu spoke up but Tao Xuan stopped him.

"It's fine, no one know this would happen. Su Muqiu also had always been my friend..." Tao Xuan said.

"What about Excellent Era?" Su Mucheng suddenly asked, her voice is weak and barely audible in the rain.

Tao Xuan shook his head, "We'll just see and get a new ace player before the league started."

Su Mucheng stared at him and lowered her head, "I'm sorry..." She didn't know why she apologized.

"No, Mucheng, It's should be me who apologized," Tao Xuan said gently.

"My brother... He really wanted to play for your team..." Su Mucheng sobbed. Tao Xuan couldn't stand the sight of a crying Su Mucheng and looked at Ye Xiu for a help.

Ye Xiu patted Su Mucheng's head, but he said nothing, he knew if he try to say something to comfort her... He would just cry along.

Tao Xuan looked down on the two youths before him and sighed, "I was actually want to invite Ye Qiu to join my team," Tao Xuan suggested kindly. "Ye Qiu is very skillful, you would be a good addition..." Besides, these two would be in a worse condition if Tao Xuan left them alone. He wanted to give them an easy way out of their dire condition, what's easier than letting Ye Qiu play for the team?

Ye Xiu and Su Mucheng paused.

"C'mon, it will be fun. You always played with me, One Autumn Leaf is also so famous already in the first server," Su Muqiu said.

"No," Ye Xiu shook his head. "Playing casually is fine, but I'm not going pro."

"Why?" Su Muqiu practically whined.

"I'm a writer not a gamer, remember?" Ye Xiu raised his brows. "Rather than joining the alliance, I prefer to watch you joining the alliance."

Su Muqiu blinked and looked down on the book in Ye Xiu's lap, "Not even for one season?" He asked hopefully.

"No, thank you. Your path is that of gaming, my path is to write. Rather than playing professionally, I'd rather watch and write about you who played professionally," Ye Xiu twirled his pen.

"Touche," Su Muqiu huffed before smiled, "Then, I'll win the first championship. With that, won't that be a grand story to tell?" Su Muqiu plopped himself beside Ye Xiu and laughed.

"You have to, I only write a winner story," Ye Xiu laughed.

"I will, just watch me!" Su Muqiu declared.

Ye Xiu clenched his hand tighter, "No... I can't..."

"Ye-ge...?" Su Mucheng pursed her lips and gently laid her hand on Ye Xiu's shoulder, "You can do it..."

"No, Mucheng. That's... That's not my path... That's Su Muqiu's," Ye Xiu lowered his head. "I got a feeling, if I walked his path and abandoned my own path, he'll be disappointed... I'm sorry."

Su Mucheng's warm light brown eyes widened before she sobbed again, "No... I'm sorry. He really wouldn't be happy if you leave your dream to live up his dream," Su Mucheng nodded in understanding.

Ye Xiu looked into Su Mucheng's eyes, "I'll do something for us, I promise. I'll protect you till the end."

Tao Xuan looked at them both and sighed mournfully, "I understand, you can call me if you need anything. I'm still your friend."

They nodded, "Thank you, Old Tao."

And that send us into a completely different future.


~More that seven years later~

"No, I don't want to," Ye Xiu stubbornly said.

"But, why? Many producers are practically all over each other to get the license, why can't you just agree?" Ye Xiu's editor, Ning Qian, insisted.

"I just don't want to, okay?" Ye Xiu said calmly as he tried to look like he's busy, hoping that this noisy guy would leave him with some conscience.

Ning Qian sat down, "Why? Rain in Autumn is a bestseller novel, of course people want to make a movie adaption. Even your readers are very excited at the idea."

"Well, I'm not excited at the idea," Ye Xiu said.

"Are you worried that it won't be up to par?"

"That's one of the reasons."

"Well, spit out the other reasons!"

"I don't want anyone to ruin it," Ye Xiu said and his editor went silent. "Rain in Autumn is very special to me."

"Was it because of the main character, Su Muqiu?" Ning Qian said as he picked up a copy of Rain in Autumn.

"Yes," Ye Xiu said straightforwardly.

Ning Qian sighed, this is the nth day of him trying to convince this stubborn guy, yet Ye Xiu never once showed a hint of interest. Ai, it's just not fated. "Fine, do as you like. Let's talk about something else, how's your new novel going?" Ning Qian said.

Ye Xiu froze for a millisecond before continuing like there's nothing wrong, "Hm, pretty good."

However, who told him to choose Ning Qian as his editor? "What was that? How many pages you've produced now?" Ning Qian demanded.

"I'm halfway through," Ye Xiu said.

"That's what you said last month, for goodness sakes, how many pages are you at?" Ning Qian stood up and stomped over.

"... sixty-six pages," Ye Xiu finally conceded.

"Sixty-?! You were in your fourty-fourth page last month."

"I hit a wall, okay?" Ye Xiu sighed lamentingly. "I need ideas, I need details, I need a real life example."

"You can just play the game," Ning Qian deadpanned. The next novel Ye Xiu is currently writing is an E-sport themed novel, there would be three volumes of it and the first volume is already finished. They only need to wait for Ye Xiu finishing the second and third to release them all.

Ye Xiu looked at Ning Qian like he's the stupidest person on the planet, "Playing is only that. I need to see how the professional players work, how they struggled, and many other things."

"We could always ask them, Glory's Professional Alliance supported the funding, no?" When it was mentioned that the bestseller novelist, Ye Xiu, wanted to write a novel about their game, The Alliance practically jumped into the chance and whole-heartedly supported Ye Xiu." If you wanted to, you probably could overturn the whole headquarter for research and they won't even complain."

Ye Xiu looked at him boredly, "Sometimes, there just some things that people couldn't divulge to those outside their circle. And no one really has the ability to narrate a story that will give me ideas."

"You have so many conditions," Ning Qian sighed, but who told him to take care of such an eccentric novelist? They can do whatever they want and he couldn't even complain.

Ye Xiu sighed, "Maybe, I really should sacrifice Mucheng to join them and see the insider's information," Ye Xiu said solemnly.

"What? You mean, the supermodel Su Mucheng? The one who currently start to spread her wings into acting? That Su Mucheng?" Ning Qian gasped incredulously.

"The same Su Mucheng who always visit with a box of instant noodles and a whole bunch of oranges," Ye Xiu confirmed blandly.

"Hey, she's currently in the peak of her career and you want to push her to become a professional gamer? Think of how many thousands of people who will be disappointed!" Ning Qian scolded.

"She's decent enough, not as good as those who are called god-tier players. But at least she could kick all those fake all-stars into submission," Ye Xiu said.

"You're just seeing it from your doting brother's vision. How would you know the level of those pros? They're different from normal players that you can easily bully, ah!" Ning Qian said.

Ye Xiu paused to look at him, "Indeed."

"So, what's your plan now? Don't joke around about having the beauty, Su Mucheng, to go and lay Beauty Trap there."

Ye Xiu looked down thoughtfully, "You said earlier, that The Alliance would probably let me do anything to them for research, right?"

Ning Qian suddenly felt goose bumps crawled on his skin, "Yes...?"

Ye Xiu narrowed his eyes for a bit before a smile formed on his lips, "Will they let me sub into a team and observe their activity?"

"... Ye Xiu, you..." Ning Qian gasped softly.

Ye Xiu turned to look at him, the glint in his eyes could only mean troubles, "Call the chairman, tell him I have a proposal."


"So, that's how it is. Mr. Ye Xiu here will be around you to observe your activity for his upcoming novel about Glory and its professional league. So, please take good care of him," Feng Xianjun said to the captains and vice-captains of every club that he had gathered for a meeting.

Ye Xiu showed them a polite smile, neither too warm nor too cold, "Pleased to meet you all. I hope we all can get along well. Happy cooperation," Ye Xiu said as he nodded curtly to them.

Everyone nodded politely back, murmuring, "Happy cooperation."

"I can't wait to work with you all," Ye Xiu said as he clasped his hands.

"Alright, because it's gonna be an All-Star weekend, this gives us more time to adjust with Mr. Ye's presence. He will be..." Feng Xianjun trailed off to look at Ye Xiu.

Ye Xiu beamed, "I'll mingle amongst you guys, trying to observe the lives of professional gamers. So just interact and do everything as like I'm not there."

Feng Xianjun nodded, "To make him more understanding of our lifestyle, we have decided that one of the team will be housing him."

The lower-tier teams' captains and vice-captains subtly lowered their gazes, no matter what, the one will be chosen will be the high-tier team.

"We'll choose the team after the All-Star weekend based on Mr. Ye's wish, of course," Feng Xianjun said. "I bet you guys can get along just fine." Famous last words from Feng Xianjun who doesn't know what will happen when he threw the eccentric writer in the middle of competitive pros.


"I'll just sit here to observe then, just act like I didn't exist!" Ye Xiu said as he sat down, pen and notebook in hands.

The pros looked at each others, no matter what, it's still hard to act like he didn't exist. There are some secrets in this circle that can't escape outside... Such as how Huang Shaotian hates Zhou Zekai to the bone- actually that's not really a secret, but will still be a problem if it escaped into the public.

Thus, they decided to guard the loopholes within this circle... That is, Huang Shaotian and Chu Yunxiu. Huang Shaotian was having no qualm on being tightly watched on by the others, but Chu Yunxiu was quick to be nervous under their watch and messed up so many times.

When Ye Xiu paused on her desk to see her messed up so many times, she got even more nervous and feel pressured... and messed up more. It was quite a tragic sight. "What's wrong, player Chu?" Ye Xiu asked.

"Nothing," The pretty girl smiled, but anyone could see the nervousness in the Glory's sweetheart's eyes. Everyone immediately felt sympathetic for her, after all, Chu Yunxiu is the only girl in her rank, let's not say that she's the only girl that's good enough to be an All-Star player.

"Why are you keep messing up?" Ye Xiu asked and leaned down "Your opponent is player Huang, he didn't even pressure you and you keep making mistakes."

Chu Yunxiu got flustered, "Huang Shaotian just played really good."

"You don't have to cover him up like that, he was also playing badly, both of you are playing badly," Ye Xiu bluntly said. Nothing was wrong from Ye Xiu's words, because he knew that Chu Yunxiu was at her worst condition, Huang Shaotian had tone down his own playstyle, but still... Getting called out for playing badly, who did this guy think he is?

"Hey! What's your problem?!" Huang Shaotian defended.

"But it's true," Ye Xiu blinked. "Your Falling Phoenix Slash just now is trash," Ye Xiu said bluntly.

"What?!" Huang Shaotian exclaimed, now he's just mad, no matter what if someone goes up to you and said some trash, you'll be mad.

"Aren't I right?" Ye Xiu approached Huang Shaotian and everyone gasped, standing up. "You were restraining yourself because you were against player Chu?"

"That's none of your business," Huang Shaotian darkly said.

"Huang Shaotian," Yu Wenzhou reminded.

"No! It was my fault, I just got something in my mind," Chu Yunxiu said.

"If it's not player Chu's fault, is it mine, then?" Ye Xiu crossed his arms and smiled, "Are you guys shy? Just play like how you usually did."

"No, it's not your fault Mr. Ye, we are playing like we always did," Xiao Shiqin tried to cool off the situation.

"Really?" Ye Xiu showed a disappointed expression, "If it's how you guys usually played, then, I'm disappointed." Everyone looked at him speechlessly.

Ye Xiu ignored them and pointed at Yu Wenzhou's screen, "Disregarding player Chu and player Huang. Player Yu was doing badly against player Xiao, and it's not about the handspeed problem. When player Xiao used Electromagnetic Coil, you used Hexagram Prison. Making it a draw with no one could advance, if only you..." Ye Xiu began to rant about the better ways to proceed the fight making Xiao Shiqin and Yu Wenzhou glanced at each other.

"And then, player Sun's playstyle has always been so hasty, when facing player Zhang, he'd always lacked at the start..." Ye Xiu began to point out their shortcomings one by one with bland tone. In the end, he sighed, "There are so many mistakes and shortcomings, ai, my main character can analyze them all in a glance, don't play around, ah."

Everyone looked at the eccentric writer and could feel their eyes twitched, "How could you know that? Did Mr. Ye played Glory as well?" Wang Jiexi asked.

"Play, of course I played. Just once in a while though. As for how I know all of those, it's because I'm a writer, my imagination is more vivid to imagine all kind of scenario," Ye Xiu said.

"So... What you said just now were all based on your imagination?" Zhang Xinjie asked.

"Of course," Ye Xiu answered confidently.

Everyone's eyes twitched.


Feng Xianjun didn't understand what went wrong. By God, they only left Ye Xiu for four hours and by the time they come back to check, they found about all the players are glaring with hostility to the writer.

The more impulsive ones, such as Huang Shaotian and Sun Zheping were even already cracking their fingers, seemingly itchy to get a hit or two. Feng Xianjun's arrival doused it a bit, but a second later, Feng Xianjun stupidly fanning off the flame by asking what's the problem.

To which Ye Xiu innocently said, "They were playing badly, I was trying to teach them how to play properly." That sentence managed to make everyone's aggro got pulled back at him, Feng Xianjun had to push Ye Xiu out of the room and hand him over the security just for the sake of it.

Now Ye Xiu is out of the room, Feng Xianjun looked sternly at the pros, "What happened? I expect better from you all."

"Old Feng!" Huang Shaotian was the first to speak up, how surprising. "That guy is so annoying! The whole four hours he kept talking and talking about what we did wrong and proceed to tell us about the most impossible way to fix it! It's fine if it's just once or twice, but it was going for four whole hours!"

Feng Xianjun twitched, "Well, you guys should entertain him. He's a very important guest, don't get offended!"

"I think rather than offended, we were actually felt indignant at first..." Zhang Jiale spoke up. "Slowly, that indignance turned into resentment."

"What was that?" Feng Xianjun said, disgruntled.

"We are pro players and he's a writer who depended on his imagination to play," Sun Xiang supplied disgruntledly.

Feng Xianjun then understood the problem and sighed, "As I said, Mr. Ye probably didn't mean it. And as pros, you guys should have never taken his words too seriously."

"Four hours," Zhao Yang emphasized.

"You guys are mature adults," Feng Xianjun insisted.

"That guy has an innate talent to draw our aggro," Li Hua said solemnly.

"I don't want to hear any other excuses, you all have to be in your best behavior and no picking fight against Mr. Ye! He's an esteemed guest, you hear me?!" Feng Xianjun stubbornly said.

"Mind your heart," Han Wenqing finally spoke up when he saw Feng Xianjun became too agitated.

Feng Xianjun quickly calmed himself down, taking a few deep breaths, he exhaled, "Did I make myself clear?" he asked.

Everyone showed a reluctance but because they're afraid of agitating the heart-disease patient, they obediently nodded, albeit looked like they're really forced to.

Feng Xianjun sighed, "Good, he'll be around for some time, treat him with respect. I'll leave him in your care," Feng Xianjun didn't know that he will regret that decision deeply when he left them for only two whole days.


Feng Xianjun almost fell over in shock when he saw the state of the All-Star training room when he came in. Yu Feng is holding Huang Shaotian tightly, Yu Wenzhou had positioned himself in front of Huang Shaotian, talking calmly and steadily to the chatterbox to not being impulsive. Wang Jiexi is behind Yu Wenzhou, if only Huang Shaotian managed to free himself from Yu Feng's hold and bypassed Yu Wenzhou.

On the other side, Sun Xiang was also being held back by both Zhou Zekai and Zhang Jiale with Xiao Shiqin trying to calm the young new God-tier player down. Chu Yunxiu was hiding behind her vice-captain, Li Hua, while watching over the situation. Other players are either standing around, slipping one or two words about holding their temper in, or glaring in frustration... Like Han Wenqing who is currently standing before their guest like the last line of defense.

Meanwhile, their esteemed guest, Ye Xiu, was crossing his arms and watched the scene with... was that amusement in his eyes?

"See? Being honest is much better," Ye Xiu clasped his hands and said in sweet saccharine voice.

"Motherf*cker! Honest your head!" Huang Shaotian hollered.

"If you guys kept fake facades, my novel might not sell, it will be very boring. I don't write boring novels. It will be much interesting with more rivalry and friendly fight," Ye Xiu smilingly explained.

"Fight me! Fight me right now, I dare you! Let's PK in real life, do you dare?! PKPKPKPKPKPKPK!" Huang Shaotian roared.

"See? This kind of character development is much more interesting than just glaring and mumbling your complaints," Ye Xiu said again, nodding sagely. "Player Sun Xiang too, you should quickly grow up and develop your character," Ye Xiu changed his target to the newbie teen who glared furiously at him.

"Shut up!" Sun Xiang growled.

"You also need to develop your trashtalking skill, you should see your senior, at least he didn't just throw out two words as a comeback."

"AAAAHHHH!" Huang Shaotian yelled in frustration.

"That's right, more emotion, Player Huang, you're really good at this," Ye Xiu said delightfully.

"Enough," Han Wenqing creased his brows at their esteemed guest who simply smiled at him. "Player Han doesn't need character development, your character is already pretty deep. But you need facial expression development," Ye Xiu bluntly said.

"What's happening here?!" Feng Xianjun finally chose that moment to interfere and everyone quietened down immediately.

"Chairman Feng," Ye Xiu happily greeted. "It's a pleasure to have your presence in this fair afternoon." Everyone's face darkened when he said 'fair', fair? What's fair about this afternoon?

"Mr. Ye," Feng Xianjun nodded to him curtly before continuing, "What happened here?"

Everyone looked at him with a pitiful and desperate look but Ye Xiu simply waved it off, "Nothing important, I was just suggesting a change of pace and character for everyone after they ignored my ideas to improve their playing for the nth time," Ye Xiu said lightly.

Yang Cong stared dead at Feng Xianjun, shaking his head seriously, making a gesture of cutting his neck and frantically mouthing "No."

Beside him, Li Xuan was revealing an exaggerated crying and desperate face while holding his head pitifully like an abused child.

"I see..." Feng Xianjun's face soured a bit, although some of them might be impulsive, Feng Xianjun know that the pro players are majorly mature, even the chatterbox Huang Shaotian, that Feng Xianjun disliked, know better than to seek a fight. Feng Xianjun looked at the most senior player, Han Wenqing to seek an answer from his point of view.

"This guy over here actively reeling others to get mad," Han Wenqing said bluntly, pointing to Ye Xiu with his thumb.

"It's better to be emotionally active, gamers need that," Ye Xiu happily admitted, not even flinching when Han Wenqing tossed a dirty stare his way.

"You made them emotionally overactive, which is not good," Han Wenqing spat out.

"I didn't know they were that emotional," Ye Xiu sighed and shrugged and looked at the rest who glared at him darkly.

"I change my mind, I want to beat him up too," Zhang Jiale suddenly growled and released his hold of Sun Xiang.

"Senior!" Xiao Shiqin yelled distressedly.

"We need more people here!"

"Bring him out," Han Wenqing's face darkened even more as he lightly pushed Ye Xiu to Feng Xianjun. "You lot, shut up!" Han Wenqing yelled as he stepped forward, not really intending to stop them but at least talk some sense to them.

Feng Xianjun grabbed Ye Xiu's shoulder and hastily led him to the door, "This way, Mr. Ye." Disaster.

This whole thing is a disaster!


After settling Ye Xiu somewhere safe, Feng Xianjun had called all of his board directors to discuss their new problem about all the pros seemed to be ready to ki- seriously injure their possible money and fame maker.

"Are you sure, all of them do?" Long Tian asked exasperatedly.

"This is ridiculous, if Mr. Ye didn't get his material, he won't be able to write a novel about Glory!" Wei Ying exclaimed in distress.

"Well... If we ask one of the lower-tier teams, they probably won't refuse..." Jiang Yuan trailed off.

"Are you kidding?! No! Not the lower-tier teams," Xiao Lan said grudgingly as she glared at Jiang Yuan.

"That's right, we need to give the best source if we want Mr. Ye to write a best-selling novel."

"Either Tyranny, Tiny Herb, Blue Rain, or if we hard-pressed, Thousand Blossoms, Samsara and Royal Style are also not bad," Xiao Lan said firmly.

"Blue Rain's Huang Shaotian challenged Mr. Ye to a fight, so Blue Rain is a no go. Tiny Herb's Wang Jiexi is good tempered but his team had gone completely hostile to Mr. Ye because he made fun of Wang Jiexi's big eye, so they're also a no go. The others are either too low in status or has someone who is hostile to Mr. Ye..." Feng Xianjun said tiredly before he slowly mulled over it and blinked. "Wait... I think there's one."

"Which one?"

"That one champion team that didn't really look hostile, although they didn't seem like they like it either, they're tolerating it at least..." Feng Xianjun straightened.

"Then, it settled."

"Just toss Mr. Ye into that team."

"Okay."


"So, it's like that," Feng Xianjun coughed awkwardly to his fist.

Han Wenqing's face was as dark as it could be right now, even the calmest of Tyranny, Zhang Xinjie, was wrinkling his brows like he had just encountered an impossibly perfect formation on the enemy's team.

"I see, I'm sure it will be a pleasant experience with such a professional player like Player Han, right player Han?" Ye Xiu clasped his hands as he looked at Han Wenqing with an elegant and amiable smile, if only they didn't experience themselves about how annoying he was, they wouldn't even believe it when people said he was the one who drove every pro player crazy in the past few days.

Han Wenqing's eyes twitched, if he knew that acting like a responsible adult will get him the custody to this troublesome person, Han Wenqing would have put down a show of trying to punch a certain someone. He glared at the innocent looking writer, after a while of trying to intimidate Ye Xiu, Han Wenqing finally spat out, "Fine."

Feng Xianjun sighed in relieve, because frankly, if Han Wenqing refused he might not be able to press because Han Wenqing actually scared him. But before Feng Xianjun could add anything more, Han Wenqing continued.

"But my club's rule applied to him thoroughly, he must obey me as his captain, show up for practice and many other things that he needed to obey," Han Wenqing stared at Ye Xiu sternly. Feng Xianjun looked at Ye Xiu in worry but the writer simply shrugged.

"That's my intention of proposing the idea in the first place, you don't need to worry, captain," Ye Xiu smirked leisurely.

"Zhang Xinjie will settle you in, you listen to whatever he said," Han Wenqing signaled Zhang Xinjie with his eyes and Zhang Xinjie nodded, both to him and Ye Xiu.

"Please take care of me then, vice-captain," Ye Xiu nodded to Zhang Xinjie.


Ye Xiu followed Han Wenqing and Zhang Xinjie out of the meeting room, he was being surprisingly quiet and obedient as he followed them. Han Wenqing and Zhang Xinjie brought him to the hall where the pro players usually hang out and when they came in, the activities inside the hall ceased to nothing in a second.

"AH!" The more blunt players pointed accusingly at the guy following behind Han Wenqing and Zhang Xinjie.

The calmer ones, calmly smiled at Han Wenqing and Zhang Xinjie before asking, "What happened?"

Han Wenqing crossed his arms whereas Zhang Xinjie pushed up his glasses, knowing his captain didn't have the desire to explain, he opened his mouth, "It was decided by the upper echelons that Mr. Ye would be in Tyranny for the rest of season and will be an official member until the appointed time."

"You're forced to house this guy?" Huang Shaotian said bluntly and gasped softly in pity. Zhang Xinjie simply gazed at him pointedly, unwilling to answer the obvious.

"I see, we'll meet more often in the future now, Mr. Ye," Yu Wenzhou stepped up and said lightly to Ye Xiu, not too cold nor too warm.

"I hope so," Ye Xiu said, smiling amicably. Everyone's eyes twitched, he just said the exact opposite of their hopes.

"That's right, what did you play?" Han Wenqing suddenly spoke up, interrupting the soon-to-be trashtalking war that most probably will be won by Ye Xiu again.

Ye Xiu blinked and looked at Han Wenqing, thinking for a bit, he tried to decide just which class he wanted to play, but Han Wenqing mistook it as he didn't understand the question and rephrased it.

"What class did you play?" Han Wenqing asked impatiently.

Ye Xiu decided to answer with his best answer to impress his new captain, "I can play every class," Ye Xiu answered confidently.

Everyone either sneered or scoffed, "Yeah, right."

Han Wenqing shook his head, "Forget it, we'll talk about this again when the All-Star weekend ended and we're back at our club."


"Here," Ye Xiu received the account card from Zhang Xinjie.

"What's this for?" Ye Xiu asked. He had just finished settling down his things in his new room in Tyranny when Zhang Xinjie came knocking on his door and giving him an account card without any explanation.

"Your avatar," Zhang Xinjie said. "You said you can play everything, so I searched which class we would need to fill in. And it's a pretty easy class too," Zhang Xinjie pointed at the card, "A Sharpshooter."

Ye Xiu looked up in surprise, "Sharpshooter...?" An image of a boy with a smile as bright as the sun appeared in Ye Xiu's mind. It's been a long time since he played Sharpshooter... years. But it didn't change the fact that it used to be his secondary class. The second class that he knew about the most.

"Yes," Zhang Xinjie nodded. "We also need to test you, since we don't know at which line-up we might place you in, let's go, captain Han and the others already waiting in the training room."

Ye Xiu decided not to tell Zhang Xinjie that he actually has his original account card in his bag, since they needed Sharpshooter, might as well play Sharpshooter. "Okay," Ye Xiu agreed easily and stepped out of his room, closing the door behind his back. He followed Zhang Xinjie, playing with the card in his hand all the while.

When the reached the training room, the other members of team Tyranny are focused in their training under the stern watch of their captain. Han Wenqing gazed at Zhang Xinjie and Ye Xiu when they entered.

"You finally came," Han Wenqing said coldly, crossing his arms. "Do show your skill so that I can know at which level you stood after scolding the All-stars about their skills."

Ye Xiu simply shrugged off the sarcasm in Han Wenqing's words, "This is the computer? Fine then," Ye Xiu nodded and inserted his card. "Can I say something before I show off my skill?" Ye Xiu looked up to Han Wenqing.

"What?"

"I'm a very delicate person, I can't handle it when someone screams at me, so don't get mad..."

Han Wenqing almost rolled his eyes, "You don't want me to yell at you, yet you seemed to be perfectly fine at reeling the others to yell at you a few days ago."

"... In excitement," Ye Xiu finished.

"What?" Han Wenqing's eyes twitched.

"Don't get mad in excitement," Ye Xiu said slyly and looked back to his monitor while Han Wenqing glaring hole through his head then proceeded to sit beside him. Ye Xiu's eyes jumped when he saw that he materialized in one of Glory's many maps and he looked at Han Wenqing beside him who had Desert Dust in the same map.

"Let's see how you can make me mad in excitement," Han Wenqing raised his brows and mocked.

"You..." Ye Xiu was speechless for a while before a competitive smirk crawled its way to his face, "As long as you don't yell, captain."

The two avatars sharply moved forward, straightforwardly met in the middle of the map. Zhang Xinjie was sitting behind them, a note and pen in hand, even though he didn't expect anything from this PK, he still can't get rid of the habit.

Or that's what he thought but a minute later, he was proven wrong when the pen in his hand didn't even move while he was staring wide-eyedly at the exchange in the computer's monitors.

Punches after punches, bullets after bullets, the two avatars in the screens are fighting each other like their lives are depended on it. While the Striker was always pushing forward, the Sharpshooter was equally murderous in maintaining a safe distance so that he won't be at a disadvantage.

"This..." Zhang Xinjie mumbled and solemnly set down his note and pen, proceeding to fold his hands on his lap and watched the duel seriously. He can't afford to note anything in this kind of match, he'd have to watch closely and analyze as much as he could in one go.

Desert Dust was forced to stop advancing and leaped back as Random Firing was activated, after Random Firing finished, the Sharpshooter, Falling Leaves, leaped back to increase the distance with Aerial Fire, but Desert Dust was quick to follow and used Straight Punch to close their distance and sent Whirlwind Kick in succession.

Falling Leaves dropped back to the ground to guard against Whirlwind Kick and Desert Dust used that moment to quickly shortened their distance once again. Yet, they're both at a deadlock again.

No sound came from them even as the others finished their basic training and started to watch them with dumbstruck gazes.

Several minutes later, Ye Xiu had to admit defeat in front of Han Wenqing's Striker's skills and Falling Leaves fell to the ground beneath Desert Dust's feet. Ye Xiu lightly threw up his hands, "As expected of Captain Han, Ye Xiu admits defeat this time," Ye Xiu said sincerely. It's truly been a long time since he played Sharpshooter, let's forget that he used to be the best in it along with Su Muqiu, time had indeed passed like a morning breeze.

Han Wenqing looked at him with a complicated gaze, "You're a very good Sharpshooter," Han Wenqing praised.

"Not the best," Ye Xiu shrugged, in his heart, the best Sharpshooter had always been Su Muqiu.

Han Wenqing nodded, he appreciated the show of humility, "It's decided then, you'll be in the main roster."

Ye Xiu's eyes widened for a bit, "Are you sure?" He didn't expect to be in the main starter so soon, after all he just joined and temporarily at that.

Han Wenqing nodded, "Do you have anything to say about that?"

"Do the others accept it?" Ye Xiu asked.

Han Wenqing flicked a glance to his teammates, "Anyone's against it?"

"No..." They all shook their head. "Mr. Ye's skill is way above us, it's normal for him to be the main starter..."

"Call him Ye Xiu from now on, till the end of season, he's your comrade," Han Wenqing said sternly.

"Yes, captain!" They all said in sync. Han Wenqing looked at Ye Xiu again, raising his brows.

Ye Xiu helplessly nodded, "Then, please take care of me, everyone."

Without anyone knowing, the lost god who refused to walk with the same path as them more than seven years ago, had decided to come and try.

The Seventh Season will be taken by storm. And when everyone found out that the writer they looked down upon was not really an inexperienced player who played with imagination, it'd be a hell lot of disaster and explanation... But that will be another story to tell.


-If I ever feel generous enough to continue and give this story the justice it needs with two or three chapters... Wish me luck for the next sixteen days first, because in this relative's house is killing me, seriously...