Pretend to hate you [eSports]

Shen Zheng settled the puppy down, returned to the car, took out a wet towel to wipe his hands, and said, "It seems to be warming up."
Cheng Yu said "Oh" absentmindedly: "Really?"
He looked out the window, his chin supported by one hand, and the other hand intentionally or unintentionally buttoning the fabric on his thigh.

"What are you thinking about?" Shen Zheng asked as he started the car.
Cheng Yu: “Nothing.”

On the way, Cheng Yu thought about it and sent a message to Ling Le.

Cheng Yu: "When you send gifts to other anchors, do you use your big or small account?"
Ling Le: "!!! Are you also attracted to the new girl in the beauty section? I like her too, she's so cute."

Cheng Yu: “?” What does this have to do with anything?
Ling Le: "I always use the large size, and so do the other people on the team. The large size is more convenient."

Cheng Yu: "Will there be a situation where a trumpet is used?"
Ling Le: "I don't have a secondary account at all. I feel that if I want to use a secondary account, it must be because of some relationship that I don't want the public to know about, right?"

Ling Le: "(whispering) For example, some people are embarrassed to admit that they like newcomers in the beauty section, so they will use their small accounts to send gifts to show their support. But I still think big accounts are better. Big accounts are a bit famous. When you enter a newcomer's room, they will take the initiative to chat with you without sending gifts."

Cheng Yu: “Okay…” He felt that he and Ling Le were completely on different wavelengths, and he was inexplicably labeled as someone who wanted to use a small account to spy on newcomers.
Cheng Yu couldn't understand why Shen Zheng used his secondary account to send him gifts. Didn't he want others to know about their relationship?
What other relationship do they have besides being teammates?
These are fine, what Cheng Yu cares about most is the name of Shen Zheng’s secondary account.
What does he mean?

The car was quiet. Cheng Yu wanted to ask Shen Zheng several times, but he didn't know how to start.

Do I have to ask him: Why do you say you are my legal husband?
Or just ask directly: Why are you pretending to be my fan?
I always feel like something is weird.

Shen Zheng saw Cheng Yu out of the corner of his eye, scratching his ears and picking his hair like a little monkey. Just like when he was a child, he got nervous whenever he went to the hospital.
He comforted Cheng Yu and patted his shoulder: "Don't be afraid."
Cheng Yu thought to himself, how can I not be afraid when you use a trumpet to pretend to be my husband?

When they arrived at Shencheng Hospital, Shen Zheng steadied the car and turned it off.
Cheng Yu got out of the car, he bent down, went to Shen Zheng in the car and said: "You go back first, I will go back after checking."
Shen Zheng unbuckled his seat belt: "Okay, I'll go get some noodles."

There is a snack street opposite the hospital, and business is booming.

Cheng Yu didn't say anything. He glanced at Shen Zheng's phone and turned to go into the hospital.
In the ophthalmology clinic, Cheng's mother was talking to the doctor. The doctor's surname was Cheng, and he was Cheng Yu's uncle.

"Sister-in-law, why did you and my brother suddenly let Cheng Yu play professionally?" Doctor Cheng was holding a wooden bowl with a white paste in it that had a light smell.

Mother Cheng sighed, "We had to let him go. We promised him that. In his second year of high school, he insisted on going pro. Your brother and I picked a university and said we would let him go pro if he could get in. From what your brother and I thought, he probably wouldn't be able to do that. Who knew he would pass the college entrance examination?"

Doctor Cheng opened the drawer and took out a bag of black ointment, which was viscous. As soon as the drawer was opened, a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine wafted out.
He squeezed the black ointment into the wooden bowl and said, "Cheng Yu has been at the top of his class since he was young. How can you look down on him?"

Mother Cheng waved her hands: "It was mainly because he was in poor condition during his second year of high school. Well, he went there anyway, and after playing for a while, he got tired of it and came back."
"Knock, knock, knock." Cheng Yu leaned against the door and knocked. "As soon as I came in, I heard you hope that I would retire."

Mother Cheng turned around and looked behind Cheng Yu: "Where's Shen Zheng? Didn't he come up?"
"He went to eat noodles." Cheng Yu came in and greeted Dr. Cheng: "Uncle, you look handsome again."

Doctor Cheng put down the wooden bowl in his hand and smiled: "It's useless for you to praise me. I don't agree with you going to play professionally."
He took Cheng Yu to the vision tester and said, "Take off your contact lenses. Let me see how much your vision has dropped."

Cheng Yu took the tissue handed to him by Cheng's mother, wiped his hands, took off his contact lenses, revealing a pair of pink eyes.
"It definitely didn't drop." Cheng Yu placed his chin on the position specified by the instrument, "I'm resting well."

Mother Cheng came up to Cheng Yu and said, "Call Shen Zheng and stop eating noodles. I'll treat him to a meal."
Cheng Yu looked at the blurry and clear scene in the instrument and replied: "He just wants to eat noodles, why do you have to call him back? I am your son, why don't you treat me to a meal?"
"Oh, you're jealous." Mother Cheng pretended to be surprised, "When we were little, you always pestered me to invite Shen Zheng to our house for dinner. Have you forgotten?"
Cheng Yu: “…Don’t make it up.”

Because of this, Cheng Yu didn't want his mother to meet Shen Zheng, and he would even shake out the little bears on his underwear.
After the measurement, Dr. Cheng asked Cheng Yu: "How many hours do you train every day? I saw online that you professional players are very tired and have irregular work and rest schedules."

"Regular, how can it be irregular?" Cheng Yu rocked back and forth in his swivel chair. "I get up and go to bed at the same time every day."
"What about the training time?" Doctor Cheng looked at Cheng Yu's vision test results, crumpled them up, and threw them into the trash can.

Cheng Yu looked away and said vaguely, "8 hours."
“12 hours of preparation.”

Shen Zheng's voice rang out at the door. He came in with a few bags of fruit and placed them next to Dr. Cheng's desk: "Hello, uncle and aunt. I came in a hurry and didn't prepare anything. I just bought some fruit."

Doctor Cheng frowned: "12 hours? Cheng Yu, do you know that you are a patient?"
Cheng Yu scratched his head in annoyance, and said angrily: "Didn't you go to eat noodles?"
Shen Zheng: "The door is not open."

Mother Cheng: "12 hours is definitely not enough. I'm going to call your person in charge. Your training time cannot exceed eight hours!"
"Mom!" Cheng Yu didn't say anything to his mother. He turned around and muttered to Shen Zheng, "You've learned to complain." Shen Zheng had a blank expression on his face: "You've also learned to lie."

He stood in front of Dr. Cheng and asked, "Uncle Cheng, has his eyesight deteriorated?"
Mother Cheng also looked at Dr. Cheng with worry in her eyes.

"It hasn't decreased," Dr. Cheng said worriedly. "He hasn't been training for long. If it continues for a long time, it will definitely damage his eyesight."
"Can you prescribe medicine to relieve or treat it?" Shen Zheng said, "I'll go back and try to discuss with the team to shorten Cheng Yu's training time. In this way..."

"Shen Zheng, why do you care about me?" Cheng Yu was a little emotional. He put on his invisibility again and said, "I didn't go to Yuhuo for you to open a backdoor for me. Don't care too much."
"How can you talk like that?" Mother Cheng scolded Cheng Yu and went to comfort Shen Zheng, "You know Cheng Yu doesn't like coming to the hospital. He went through fire and water just to play with you. Don't listen to him, he's just talking in anger."

"It's not an angry remark." Cheng Yu put on the ring and remained invisible, then put on the other one, "Shen Zheng, do you think I'm a vulnerable group?"
Shen Zheng was stunned for a moment, didn't say anything, and clenched his hands hanging at his sides.

"Forget about treatment. He's lucky that his eyesight hasn't deteriorated," Dr. Cheng handed the bowl of medicine to Cheng's mother and sighed, "Albinism cannot be cured."
Albinism is a hereditary white spot disease in which the patient has no retinal pigment, the iris and pupil are light pink, and the skin, eyebrows, hair and other body hair are white or yellowish white.

Cheng Yu's hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes are all white.

To ease the atmosphere, Dr. Cheng patted Cheng Yu on the back of his head and said, "Go color, little white rabbit."
Cheng Yu said nothing, pulled a chair in front of Cheng's mother, sat down and closed his eyes.

The white hair can be said to be dyed, but the eyebrows, eyelashes and pupils are not justified.
Cheng Yu would come to Dr. Cheng every once in a while. Pure plant dyeing could save him a lot of trouble.

Shen Zheng knew all this, but it was the first time he saw him dyeing.

The black ointment was applied on Cheng Yu's eyelashes. Even though it was made from pure plants, it was still irritating when it was so close to his eyes.
He kept his hands clenched in his lap.

Doctor Cheng sat behind his desk and asked Shen Zheng, "Is he getting along well with the team? He has a head full of white hair, but no one asks?"
Shen Zheng came back to his senses and nodded: "Yes, he has gained quite a few female fans, and everyone likes him very much. During the live broadcast just now, someone even asked for his barber's contact information."
Doctor Cheng smiled: "Who can dye their hair this color? Fortunately, Cheng Yu has a good complexion. Gray hair is not something that most people can handle."
"That's right!" Cheng Yu immediately replied, "Shen Zheng definitely can't do it."

Mother Cheng, who was dyeing Cheng Yu's eyebrows, turned around and glanced helplessly at Dr. Cheng and Shen Zheng, and the three of them smiled at the same time.
"I really can't do that." Shen Zheng said, "You are so handsome, that's enough."

Cheng Yu savored Shen Zheng's words and felt good, very good.

It would take three hours to color the patient. In order not to delay Dr. Cheng from examining other patients, he went to the observation room to rest, and Shen Zheng accompanied him.

There was a girl with an inflammation in the corner of her eye, and she kept looking at Shen Zheng at the door while waiting.

When it was her turn, she was still watching and didn't realize that Dr. Cheng was calling her.

"Little beauty, let me introduce him to you?" Doctor Cheng teased, "He happens to be single."
The little girl pursed her lips, her eyes shy and expectant.

"Uncle, are you going to start a side job?" Cheng Yu closed his eyes and crossed his legs in his seat. "Introduce girls to Shen Zheng. Aren't you afraid that his fans will tear you apart?"
Doctor Cheng ignored Cheng Yu and continued to ask Shen Zheng: "Would you like to exchange contact information?"
Shen Zheng: "No, my family won't let me."
The little girl was tactful and hurried into the house to see the doctor.

"I already have someone I like." Cheng Yu, who was standing by the window, stretched out his voice, "She's from Shencheng, a student. Shen Zheng always goes to see her secretly. He might be secretly in love with her!"
Doctor Cheng next door: “Really?”

Mother Cheng: "It must be very beautiful, do you have a photo so I can see it?"
Cheng Yu, who was taking a rest, put down his crossed legs and pricked up his ears.

"No." Shen Zheng replied, "When I catch him, I'll bring him to see you."
Mother Cheng: "Okay, I'll treat you to a meal at the best restaurant!"

Cheng Yu: "Mom, besides treating people to a meal, can you do something else?"
Mother Cheng: "You should also find a partner, and I will treat you to a meal at the best restaurant."
Cheng Yu: "I don't care..."

Cheng Yu finished dyeing and went to the bathroom to wash off the ointment.
When he came out of the shower, he saw Shen Zheng making a phone call in the corridor.

Shen Zheng faced the window, with his hands in his pockets, and a slender figure.
"Substitute?" He said, "Okay, I'll take it."

(End of this chapter)