Honorable Sacrifice - FIYS

Kun, why art thou Kun?

Tong Yao was going to murder Kun, painfully.

The entire team was still laughing as Tong Yao grabbed her phone back, her face flushed with embarrassment. She could barely bring herself to look at the others, who were clearly enjoying the spectacle.

Ming, wiping a tear from his eye, was the first to speak. "So, Tong Yao, Kun thinks Lu Sicheng is... what was it again? A hot-but-intimidating dictator?"

Lao Mao snickered. "Don't forget the part where he started the dating rumor. That's a classic."

Little Fatty chimed in, grinning like a kid who'd just witnessed something priceless. "Honestly, Mischief, what else is Kun hiding about Sicheng? Any more juicy rumors from your jungle buddy?"

Lao K, leaning back in his chair with a smirk, added, "Maybe we should start taking notes. Kun's got the real inside scoop."

Tong Yao shot each of them a deadly glare. "You guys are impossible."

Lu Sicheng, who had remained silent up until now, looked at her with a calm, measured expression. "Mischief," he said slowly, honestly the name suited his girl to a T "since Kun has so much to say about my leadership style, maybe you'd like to share more with the group?"

The teasing was subtle, but Tong Yao could feel her face turning an even deeper shade of red. The rest of the team exchanged glances, sensing that their captain was having as much fun with this as they were.

She held up her hands in defense, shaking her head. "No, no more sharing. We're done with this conversation."

K raised an eyebrow. "Come on, Mischief. We've got at least another ten minutes of teasing left."

Ming grinned. "Yeah, we haven't even gotten to the part where Kun practically called you his queen of mid lane. Do you rule over all the peasants now?"

Little Fatty's eyes lit up. "Wait, does that make Kun your loyal subject?"

Tong Yao groaned in frustration. "Okay, okay, you've all had your fun!"

Lu Sicheng leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching her squirm with a faint, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Bribing us might help. You know we're not letting this go that easily."

Tong Yao blinked, startled. "Bribing?! You—"

Old Cat cut in, smirking. "Yeah, Tong Yao, you're going to have to do better than just saying 'drop it.'"

Tong Yao's eyes darted around the room, her mind racing for a solution. "Fine! If you all keep quiet about this whole thing, I'll... I'll buy everyone snacks for a week!"

"Hotpot!" "Hotpot!" the others starts chanting and Tong Yao's eyes widened, and she quickly realized that bargaining was her only way out of this. "Hotpot? For a week? You're serious?"

Old Cat nodded, a grin plastered on his face. "Very serious. And it better be good hotpot."

Little Fatty, still grinning, added, "And don't forget the extra servings of meat. We're not holding back."

Tong Yao sighed, knowing she had little choice. "Fine, fine! Hotpot for a week, with all the works. But you have to promise not to bring up Kun's call again."

K crossed his arms, pretending to consider it. "Hmm... that works for us. But is it enough to silence us and Sicheng?"

Tong Yao's eyes widened as she turned to look at her captain, who was still watching the scene unfold with quiet amusement. She narrowed her eyes at him. "You too? What do you want?"