Yan Yi, captain of Team Zero, is a charismatic and lazy-eyed esports legend with a deep red mole on his earlobe. Known as China's eternal light in gaming, he effortlessly secures endorsements and earns the adoration of countless female fans—until the day his throne is usurped. Cold Mo, captain of Team Prince, is younger, colder, and even more popular. Not only does he snatch Yan Yi’s sponsorships, but he also happens to be Yan Yi’s former trainee. Annoyed? Obviously. Someone suggests Yan Yi disguise himself as a female fan and duo queue with Cold Mo to gather intel. After exactly one second of shame, Yan Yi buys a voice changer and dives in, spewing shameless lines like: "Cold Mo, you're so amazing! This little sister adores you~" "Thanks for the drink, big brother~ I’m all yours!" With Cold Mo carrying the game, Yan Yi rides the wave—until one match, when their jeep bumps through a mountain pass and enemy snipers appear. Instinct kicks in. Yan Yi flicks his scope—a headshot right through the heart. Cold Mo: *"."* Yan Yi: *"...F*ck."* ---In a hospital, Yan Yi, feverish and flushed, shoves the man before him away. *"Get lost."* The next second, Cold Mo pins his wrist, yanks down the thin mask, and slams him against the wall, sealing his lips in a bruising kiss. *"Just get infected already,"* Cold Mo murmurs, thumb brushing Yan Yi’s damp lashes. *"As long as I get to kiss you once a day."* ---Backstage at Worlds, Yan Yi casually streams to millions of viewers, showing off Team China’s gold medal—when suddenly, Cold Mo leans into frame and kisses the corner of his mouth. *"Not tired?"* Yan Yi freezes, then fumbles to shut off the stream. Fans collapse into chaos: *That* was Cold Mo—Yan Yi’s supposed "archenemy," the Prince captain. Fans: *"Just end the world already. We’re done."*