Lin Feng’s Potent Burst

Lin Feng was thinking of how to win. Yes, ever since the start, all he thought about was how to win.

When he had first encountered such a remark, he had explained himself, the game, and how he would stop being a burden to Yun Hu.

But by the hundredth time, all he had told himself was to never let that person lose. Or perhaps, he would dismiss the comments. He was the most affected if they lost. He was a straight guy after all, so who cared about the CP? He would doubt himself, wondering if he was indeed a burden.

By the thousandth time, he had sat in front of his laptop, practicing for eight hours straight. He would train harder if he couldn't catch up.

That was how he coped since young. He had to spend three hours or even up to a day to memorize notes Yun Hu did in an hour.

If it hadn't been for his presence, to constantly remind him to strive harder, he probably wouldn't become someone worthy.

And now, all he wanted was to win.