The Young Master Is My Top Fan!

Shen Wenqian kept on chattering.

"That particular match, Dragon God's maneuvers were deemed as textbook level. Various teams reviewed the footage over and over, wracking their brains to find his weak points."

"But no one could do it! For four consecutive years, Dragon God dominated the top MVP spot, becoming a legend in the esports industry!"

Shen Wenqian's face became flushed with excitement.

"Such an awesome legend, and yet he hasn't shown his face for four years. Dragon God is so mysterious and cool; he's my male god!"

Ruan Qi spat out a string of ellipses.

This is a hardcore fan, huh...

"So, you think the fallout between Dragon God and the MYQ Team is fake?" she asked.

"Of course it's fake," Shen Wenqian coolly analyzed. "The spirit of MYQ is Dragon God; how could there be discord? All those rumors online are just the enemy trying to sow discord within MYQ. These tactics are what I used to use all the time; I can see right through them."

Ruan Qi quickly seized on the key point, "You used to use all the time?"

Realizing his slip of the tongue, Shen Wenqian coughed and awkwardly changed the subject.

"I thought Dragon God would show his face at this year's Asia competition, but alas. He's always fully geared up even during matches, not even showing his fingertips. I've been a fan for four years, and to this day, I haven't seen his actual face."

He sat back down in his chair, deeply sighing, "If I could see Dragon God's true face in my lifetime, I would die happy! If I were a woman, I'd truly want to marry him."

Ruan Qi, who was in the middle of eating porridge, began to cough violently.

"What's wrong?" Shen Wenqian quickly grabbed some tissue, "Why did you suddenly choke?"

Ruan Qi wiped her mouth, her eyes shifting away in guilt, "No issue, just drank it too fast."

She threw the tissue in the trash and hesitated before looking at Shen Wenqian, asking, "Do the fans really hope for Dragon God to make an appearance?"

"Of course, they do! Definitely!" Shen Wenqian nodded vigorously, then his tone shifted, "But since Dragon God doesn't want to be seen, he must have his reasons.

Compared to those packaged esports players, we prefer someone like Dragon God who is low-profile but skilled. Plus, I sort of guess why he doesn't want to show his face..."

Ruan Qi: "Why?"

Shen Wenqian smiled mysteriously, lowering his voice, "Dragon God is under one meter and seventy centimeters tall, I guess he feels self-conscious about his height and that's why he doesn't show his face.

Otherwise, why would he name himself 'Little Azure Dragon'? Because of the 'Little', you know~"

"..." Ruan Qi's mouth twitched, struggling to find words, "According to what I know, there's a type of traditional Chinese medicine called Xiao Qing Long Tang (Little Azure Dragon Decoction)."

"Huh? Really?" Shen Wenqian was surprised, "That's such a coincidence, it's exactly like Dragon God's full name!"

Ruan Qi: "..."

Speechless, fuck.

——*——*——

After eating, Ruan Qi was about to give Shen Wenqian an acupuncture treatment when Xu Xiangyang arrived.

Xu Xiangyang had a key to Ruan Qi's house. He came straight in and saw a man lying shirtless on the sofa.

"..."

Xu Xiangyang almost threw the plastic bag holding a watermelon at Shen Wenqian's face.

"Senior Brother is here?"

Ruan Qi walked out from the study, still holding the medicine box.

Warily eyeing Shen Wenqian, Xu Xiangyang asked Ruan Qi, "And this is..."

"The man I pulled out of the City-Guarding River last night," Ruan Qi signaled Shen Wenqian to lie properly, then turned to Xu Xiangyang and said, "Breakfast is in the pot, help yourself, Senior Brother. I'm going to give the patient acupuncture."

After learning the full story, Xu Xiangyang breathed a sigh of relief.

He put the watermelon in the fridge, quickly ate a few bites, and then walked into the living room.

Xu Xiangyang sat down on the sofa, watching Ruan Qi administer the needles.

As he watched, he suddenly spoke up.

"I seem to have seen this gentleman somewhere before."

Shen Wenqian's arm trembled, and Ruan Qi nearly made a mistake with the needle.

"Ah! Now I remember." Xu Xiangyang slapped his thigh and took out his phone to open Weibo.

He glanced at the Weibo, then lifted his head to look at Shen Wenqian, looked back down at his phone, and slowly began to speak.

"The number one gold-medal Shen surname agent in the entertainment industry, accused of harassing his female artists. Unable to bear it, one of the artists exposed him..."

A certain gold-medal Shen surname agent: "..."

Dammit, I've been exposed.