"Guyen, wanna play PUBG?" Zhang Ning stepped out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel haphazardly on his head.

"Hey, come on—I'll carry you?" Hearing no reply, Zhang Ning repeated.

"What're you up to?" Zhang Ning looked up curiously. Guyen lay on his bed in red shorts and a light blue shirt, white T-shirt swapped out, headphones on, utterly absorbed in his screen.

"Oh, he's laughing. He's actually laughing." Zhang Ning tossed the towel into the basin and walked over to Zhao Zhuoyang, who was reading. He tapped the desk.

"How long's he been like this?"

"Since you showered. Twenty minutes, maybe," Zhao Zhuoyang murmured without lifting his head.

"You don't care about your bros at all," Zhang Ning pouted, grabbing a tissue box from his desk.

"What's this?" Guyen snatched the box off his head, yanked off his headphones, and glared down.

"Bro Guyen, no need to be shy. Take care of yourself," Zhang Ning leaned against the ladder, winking meaningfully.

"Get lost," Guyen chuckled, chucking the tissue box at him.

Zhang Ning caught it, tossed it onto the desk, and grinned up at Guyen's bed.

"What're you watching? That grin's seriously sleazy."

"That word doesn't fit me," Guyen ignored him, slipping his headphones back on.

"PUBG? I'll get you to Diamond," Zhang Ning pressed.

"Busy. Go bother Da Yang," Guyen said flatly, left leg raised, right hand propped behind his head.

"You're hooked. What's so fascinating? Let me peek." Zhang Ning scrambled up the ladder, craning his neck at the phone.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! A girl streamer! Hey, Bro Yang—Guyen's sneaking peeks at a streamer!"

"Keep your big face away. It's hot—why so close?" Guyen shoved Zhang Ning's cheek irritably.

"You're just guilty. Always acting like you'll marry basketball, but secretly tipping streamers to call you 'bro'."

"Ridiculous. It's a League of Legends streamer—a jungler. Ranked over a thousand points in the Rift," Guyen snapped.

"That good? Real or boosted?"

"She shows her hands. Eyes are for seeing, not decoration."

"Scoot over. Let me watch too." Zhang Ning tried to climb onto the bed.

"Out! Out! Out! Use your own phone." Guyen set the phone aside, kicking Zhang Ning's shoulder with his left foot.

"Alone's no fun, Bro Guyen. Don't be shy," Zhang Ning grinned.

"Fine, I'm coming down." Guyen unplugged his headphones, grabbed his phone, and swung his legs off the bed.

Zhang Ning jumped down, dragging his chair beside Zhao Zhuoyang's.

"Stop studying. Let's watch something fun."

"Really not scared Guyen'll dump your hair gel tomorrow?" Zhao Zhuoyang closed his book, smirking.

"Then I'll tell Lin the campus belle to quit chasing Guyen. Ruins our bond."

"You're evil," Zhao Zhuoyang laughed.

"Father-son bond, huh?" Guyen pulled his chair over too.

"Hurry—turn up the volume. Put it here."

"You're making this feel like pornos," Guyen muttered, propping the phone on a stand and raising the sound slightly.

"Later, we counter-jungle him. Fiddlesticks is weak early—no ganks needed. Just wreck his jungle." A sweet female voice floated from the screen.

"Nice voice," Zhang Ning noted.

"No face cam?" Zhao Zhuoyang asked.

"Nope, but forum screenshots show she's pretty."

"You stalk her? Show me," Zhang Ning grinned.

"Here." Guyen scrolled and pushed the phone forward. Zhao Zhuoyang and Zhang Ning leaned in.

"'Pretty'? She's barefaced—gorgeous without makeup. Lin Qingya can't compare."

"True. That nose—almost mixed-race," Zhao Zhuoyang nodded.

"Nope. Eyes are dark brown. Pure Asian," Guyen raised an eyebrow.

"Stream! Stream! Switch back." Zhang Ning closed the image, returning to the live feed.

"Look. Nidalee's spear is so white."

"Wrong. Where're you looking? It's clearly long," Zhao Zhuoyang corrected.

"Unbelievable. You two perverts—the spear's straight and slender."