Chapter 646: Heart as Vast as the Sea

Speaking of which, Liang Yan likes to set the air conditioner temperature very low when he sleeps; he developed this habit during his time with G2, and he kept it after returning home.

To be honest, sleeping like that actually feels great.

But it does indeed come with some hidden dangers……

The next morning, Fu Lan Duo woke up wrapped tightly in her blanket like a silkworm cocoon, saw Liang Yan lying beside her in short sleeves and shorts, his face flushed, and when she touched his forehead she immediately exclaimed:

"Holy shit, brother, why are you so hot?!"

He quickly sent a message in the team chat, and Gao Jun and Wang Liangyi rushed over, both looking terrified.

"What's going on? What's going on?"

Fu Lan Duo scratched her head embarrassedly: "I think I have a fever……"

By then Liang Yan had already changed clothes, lay limp on the sofa, and glared at Fu Lan Duo without bothering to open his eyes fully.

Gao Jun came up and felt Liang Yan's forehead, gasped, and grew more panicked: "How can you be this hot? This…… this…… Xiao Liang, you……"

Liang Yan snorted twice from his nose, weakly lifted his chin, and pointed at Fu Lan Duo:

"Ask him."

Under Gao Jun's glare that seemed ready to eat someone, Fu Lan Duo scratched her head again:

"Well…… I guess I wrapped myself in the blanket in the middle of the night…… but it's not my fault! This guy turned the AC too low—I was cold, so of course I bundled up!"

Wang Liangyi understood at once. He often brought Liang Yan breakfast, so he naturally knew Liang Yan's habit of liking the AC very low when sleeping—every time Liang Yan opened the door, Wang Liangyi could feel a chill rush out of the room.

Wang Liangyi, fearing Gao Jun would blame Fu Lan Duo, interjected a couple of words in her defense.

Gao Jun, both angry and helpless, hurriedly went to find Wensen, got a car, and together they took Liang Yan to the hospital; then he contacted the organizers and hastily changed the roster.

The bad news is, for this Intercontinental Tournament trip, VG brought no jungle substitute, only Gangzi and Ze Ze Tai, so they had to slot Ze Ze Tai into the jungle position as a last‑minute fill‑in.

The good news is, during the Spring Season, Zhu Kai played with Snake's player‑combination arranging game, and Ze Ze Tai had practiced jungle for a while, so he does have some jungle experience.

That afternoon, Riot, LPL, and VG jointly issued a announcement, informing the whole net that VG's starting jungler was unwell and they had to activate an emergency substitute.

At once, the entire internet erupted in an uproar.

Domestic netizens were fine; most fans just worried, and the comment section under the announcement was basically free of hostility. But Liang Yan's European fans seemed to have found a reason—quite a few climbed over the firewall to leave messages under VG's official blog, questioning why VG would let a core player fall ill at such a crucial moment, whether they had the ability to take care of people, and if not, demanding they quickly terminate the contract and send him back to Europe, blah blah blah……

The comment by G2 team boss Ka Lao Si was pinned to the top of the comment section:

【You're wasting a heavenly gift!】

Netizens burst out laughing, and in an instant the comment section filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

VG's management, however, didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

You could say he used the idiom wrong, yet he miraculously got his meaning across—so is it right or wrong? One can only say it's absolutely brilliant.

That evening, Lu Wenjun called and gave Gao Jun a good scolding; at that very moment Gao Jun was guarding the bed while Wang Liangyi had taken over, and Liang Yan lay half‑reclined on the hospital bed, crunching on crisp raw peach with a cacophony of cracks, when he heard Lu Wenjun's last few rather harsh words:

"Do you still want to be this manager? Can you do the job well? If not, just say so—there are plenty of people outside eager to join VG!"

The hospital's air‑conditioner was set to twenty‑seven degrees; Gao Jun was sweating buckets, he put down his phone and gave Liang Yan an embarrassed grin, but then he let out a long sigh of relief—the boss had blown up, but hadn't fired him outright, so he'd narrowly escaped disaster……

Crack~

Liang Yan took another bite of peach, amusedly looking at Gao Jun:

"What are we going to do tomorrow?"

The Intercontinental Tournament starts tomorrow.

It's clear that Liang Yan is actually fine now—his face is a little pale, but his color is much better than this morning, he's taken his medicine, and he doesn't even need an IV drip; by ordinary standards he could already be discharged.

But Gao Jun wouldn't dare let him leave the hospital; Liang Yan didn't mind, so he just stayed lying there.

Gao Jun didn't answer Liang Yan's question right away; instead, he pondered silently for a moment before speaking slowly:

"From what the boss just said, I seem to have caught a different flavor……"

"What flavor?" Liang Yan asked strangely.

Since Gao Jun hadn't turned on speakerphone, Liang Yan hadn't heard all of Lu Wenjun's words; as for the later sentences that were especially loud, they were probably Lu Wenjun showing off on purpose after realizing Liang Yan was nearby, just to demonstrate how much he valued Liang Yan.

Liang Yan had often played similar tricks to manage subordinates in his past life, so of course he could see through it.

And during those few minutes of the call, Gao Jun just kept nodding and making vague sounds, Lu Jun's voice wasn't loud either, so Liang Yan didn't know what they had exchanged.

"It seems…… the boss wants you to stay sick a bit longer……"

Gao Jun said hesitantly, then realized the sentence was ambiguous and hurriedly explained:

"No, I mean, the boss wants…… emmm……"

Gao Jun was still figuring out how to put it, but Liang Yan instantly got his meaning:

"You want me to sit out the Intercontinental Tournament temporarily, so LPL loses a few more matches?"

"Ah, yes!"

Liang Yan let out an "oh," nodded, and said, "I understand. No problem."

Anyway, he doesn't like LPL much either; patriotic sentiment is one thing, the region another—the Intercontinental Tournament is essentially just a clash between regions, having nothing to do with individual players or teams; winning won't bring glory to one's ancestors, losing normally won't cause extra embarrassment, and even broadly speaking it's not tied to national or ethnic honor. So Liang Yan never had much interest in the Intercontinental Tournament to begin with; win or lose, it's all the same to him, so there's no need for him to rush to contribute.

Come to think of it, as one of the players who originally attracted the most attention in the whole tournament, now he has to lie in a hospital bed watching others fight to the death—this is also quite a novel experience; Liang Yan found it rather amusing, so he snapped a selfie and posted it on his Weibo—at least he hid the peach, didn't write any explanation, and just threw up a lone photo.

However, the popularity of the number‑one LoL player is terrifying; with just this bare‑bones Weibo post, in less than half an hour the comment section garnered over ten thousand replies.

But frankly, after reading a few of those comments, Liang Yan suddenly felt even the peach in his hand wasn't fragrant anymore.

【Yan Bao! (sobbing sobbing sobbing) My Yan Bao, please get better soon】

【You've suffered being sick, hurry into Mama's arms for a hug~】

"I'm a towering man eight feet tall—how broad must your chest be to hold me?"