Lin Yuhan was dumbstruck.
Confused.
He started to suspect he was a complete idiot.
How did he just accept that butt mask from Tang Chen?!
He cursed himself a hundred times in his head and then stared at the box of butt masks in his hand, sinking into thought.
The key point—he was, for all intents and purposes, single right now.
What use was this butt mask?
Did he even have a boyfriend who could use it?
Isn’t this just… heart-wrenching?!
Feeling suffocated for a second, Lin Yuhan shoved the butt mask under the bed.
He decided to wait until he had a boyfriend to use it.
Alright, plan set.
He pulled out his phone to deal with another matter.
He couldn’t believe Dongfang Wan had tracked him all the way downstairs to find him.
How had he never realized before how obsessively weird Dongfang Wan could be?
Lin Yuhan let someone off the blacklist and, feeling a mix of emotions, dialed the number.
Even though it had been less than a month, it felt like he and Dongfang Wan had already been through so much.
As he waited for the call to connect, his eyes landed on his still-healing wrist—he snapped awake.
No!
Lin Yuhan, wake up! Don’t let the sweet memories fool you!
Dongfang Wan isn’t worth it!
Abuser HE-Tui!
He decided that if Dongfang Wan picked up, he would break up immediately—just a simple “bye, see you never.”
The call connected.
“Hello? Who’s this? Young Master Wan is showering right now, so he can’t take the call. Should I tell him to call you back later~~~”
???
Beep!
Lin Yuhan immediately hung up, staring at his phone.
…Damn you, Dongfang Wan!
Go to hell! If I glance at you one more time, I’ll be a complete idiot!
The phone, showing only the number, hung up instantly. The fair-skinned, slender-waisted young master snorted, not bothered.
He tugged at his clothes, posed seductively, waiting for the shower to stop.
But thinking about it, he still felt frustrated.
He furiously typed out a message.
“Yin Chen!!! I’m breaking up with Dongfang Wan for good! He’s a total bastard!”
Breaking up with Dongfang Wan?
Yin Chen, in the middle of discussing where to spend one hundred million with the team manager, glanced at his phone and paused.
He’d thought Lin Yuhan had already broken up with Dongfang Wan…
Turns out not yet?
Nearby, the team manager was rambling.
“So, generally speaking, for easier management, the team should have an independent base. All members live together, train together during the day, so you can better manage their physical and mental states…”
“Stop.”
Yin Chen gave him a glance.
“Say what you mean. I don’t like fluff.”
Too much of a waste of time.
He’d rather finish work quickly and go back to play games with Zong Cheng.
The manager choked.
He looked at Yin Chen’s impatient face, frustrated.
Wasn’t Yin Chen supposed to be a cool, composed flower, always laying out the plan clearly?
Why was he different here?!
Frustrated but determined, the manager continued.
“Your hundred million—start with a base that can house at least 20-30 people. It should have a training room, gym, kitchen, and functional rooms, ideally somewhere the players can stay put when not training.”
It wasn’t his money, so he said it with confidence.
“Is that it?”
Yin Chen’s tone was relaxed. “Nothing else?”
The manager shook his head slowly.
What else could there be?
So this is the world of the rich?
Yin Chen waved his hand.
“No need to spend money. I don’t really like my current villa anyway. We’ll just turn it into the base.”
“Villa?”
The manager’s eyes widened.
“Huh? Not suitable?”
Yin Chen misunderstood. “It’s still a few acres total. Should be more than enough, right?”
A few… acres?
The manager froze.
Do rich people not care about square meters?
“How? Not enough?”
Yin Chen was shocked.
Building a team is really…
“No, no, it’s enough.”
The manager broke out in a cold sweat.
Joking! A few acres isn’t enough? Had he lost it?
“Fine, in a few days we’ll go check it out. If everything’s good, we’ll arrange the team setup immediately.”
Yin Chen was very satisfied with his plan.
His new villa would be ready soon, and the old villa could be repurposed.
Perfect operation.
He took a few steps back and pulled out a notebook.
Yes, that’s exactly right.
“Since the base is set, we can start building the team immediately!”
The manager, thrilled, began planning.
He had been scouting talent for a while. Now he could invite them to try out and see who was suitable.
If fast enough, they might even participate in official competitions this year.
He started listing promising recruits to Yin Chen.
“I’ve been looking at a streamer, a bit older than the one we discussed earlier, but still in his prime. On DYX platform for two years, good skills, just swears a bit too much…”
“And another, whose previous team didn’t renew his contract this year. Great skills, but personal life was messy. He got smeared unfairly, so his team let him go…”
“And another…”
Yin Chen listened, expression gradually turning cold.
No one’s signed yet, why are you bragging about them?
I want to see results, not gossip!
He glanced at the manager, who instinctively shut up.
“Alright. I’ll have my assistant handle the base. Don’t just stand there—go sign the players you like.”
Yin Chen tapped his watch impatiently.
His time was precious.
“Uh, okay.”
The manager didn’t dare argue.
Just as he turned to leave, he hesitated.
“Sir, what about the signing funds?”
Yin Chen glanced at him.
“Go to Yin Corporation this afternoon, coordinate with finance. The money will be transferred to a special account I set up for you.”
Convenient for tracking the team’s finances anytime.
This is rich people behavior!
The manager realized—it sounded like the hundred million was ready to go?
Being able to casually pull out a hundred million to build a team—that’s a true patron!
He felt completely reassured.
With a wealthy backer, what was there to worry about?
The manager, Xie Liu, quickly sent invitations to the talents he had identified.
The news sent shockwaves through the esports world.
Gamers are mostly young, talkative boys—news of Xie Liu’s generous offer spread fast.
On the DYX platform, a streamer called Can’t Kill Your Dad, real name Zhang Taining, a mid-tier streamer with tens of thousands of viewers, also got an invite.
As usual, he went live at 7 PM and saw viewers discussing the news.
Laughing, he said, “You guys talk here, don’t believe what’s outside. Listen to me—I got invited to join their team for competition!”
Viewers’ comments flew.
[Really? You’re going to compete? Your skills?]
[Can you reveal the offer? I’m curious.]
[+1, heard their base is in a famous villa area, villas worth hundreds of millions, not sure if true.]
Zhang Taining smirked, marking a point on the map.
“Whether my skills are good, just wait and see if I survive the airport drop.”
[He is skilled, young, it makes sense he’s scouted.]
Zhang Taining grabbed his parachute and weapon, the first enemy team fell.
He checked the comments.
“Little Cat has good eyes. My skills aren’t bad—I can drop in solo quad at the airport no fear.”
[Streamer has good reactions, can compete.]
[Is that it? I can do that too.]
[Drop solo quad at airport? Don’t get wrecked, then you’ll cry—embarrassing!]
[Exactly, show your skills, prove the invite true!]
Zhang Taining, still hot-headed, immediately canceled the drop.
“Fine, I’ll go. I’ve noted your IDs—if I survive the airport, you better support me.”
[Sure, if you survive the drop, I’ll donate.]
[Streamer can drop anywhere—who cares where you come from, annoying.]
[Mind your own business, everyone watches the stream, why can’t we talk to streamer?]
“Enough, watch me at the airport, fans or not, I’ll show skills. I’ve got this.”
He said it nonchalantly, but mentally noted the troublesome IDs.
Who knew if they were trolls from other streamers?
Starting a new match, Zhang Taining dropped in solo quad. At the airport, 23 players were on the plane.
“Alright, 23. Watch dad show off.”
He landed on a rooftop, a spray gun in sight, a primitive skin nearby.
Zhang Taining laughed, firing.
[DYX Can’t Kill Your Dad used S686 □□ and knocked out I’m a Tyrant CEO]
A knock-out notification flashed.
He burst out laughing.
“LOL what name is this? ‘I’m a Tyrant CEO’? I’m the CEO’s dad! Poor fools think they can mess with me!”
Just as he laughed, a VSS shot hit, green blood spurted.
Knocked.
[I’m also a Tyrant CEO used VSS marksman □□ to eliminate DYX Can’t Kill Your Dad.]
Zhang Taining’s grin vanished.
Next second, a deep, sexy male voice came over all channels:
“Mr. Yin, don’t move, I’ll come help you.”