The game interface filled the entire screen, with semi-transparent bullet comments blending seamlessly with it. One second, the comments were spamming “666, streamer’s skills are amazing!”, the next second the screen was flooded with pink.
[No, Xiao Yu actually has someone he likes!!!]
[Spare me alone! I just came back from that CP next door who were showing off their love. Why are all the men I love already taken? I can’t accept this!]
[Am I the only one who genuinely wants to know what type of person Yu-ge likes?]
[Please, just relax and enjoy the game, okay? This isn’t a relationship advice show.]
[Yu-ge only said he has someone he likes. He probably hasn’t won her over yet.]
[Hahahaha, the grumpy Yu-ge is chasing someone online!]
The streamer turned on his camera, a small interface tucked away in the lower right corner of the screen. He only zoomed in slightly after being questioned about whether he needed a magnifying glass to see him clearly.
The background was a monotonous black and blue, mirroring the streamer’s calm and collected expression. A clean-cut, handsome young man, without makeup, played the game expressionlessly, ignoring the heated chat that had erupted over a single comment.
The streamer, Yu Yi1 餘易 /Yú Yì/-character Yu is not the same as the Fish character (which is also Yu). 餘 means ‘extra’ (remaining)., ID: Grumpy Yu-ge2暴躁魚哥 /bào zào yú gē/, had been streaming for two years, though his age remained unknown. With the looks of a campus heartthrob, his first day of streaming attracted a flood of viewers drawn to his appearance. On the second day, he frequently encountered top streamers from other platforms, and because of his flashy gameplay, skilled viewers flocked to him as well. As a result, he climbed to the top of the trending topics within his first week.
[Ahhh, I just recovered from that Mu Mu trending topic yesterday, and I came here specifically to ask Yu-ge for comfort!]
[Come on, the one above, didn’t Mu Mu expose his relationship every other day? I thought your fans were used to it.]
[Don’t start a fight! Don’t mention others here, moderators please kick this person out.]
After sending this message, Mu Huai casually pulled down his loosely perched gold-rimmed glasses.
The man was currently sitting on the windowsill, with elbows resting on his knees. His slender hands casually holding his phone, his eyes glued to the screen.
On the massive billboard across from the hotel, his own picture was displayed—thin lips slightly curved, eyes bold and confident. Characters for “Mu Huai” were written with a flourish in the bottom right corner, the final stroke seemingly stretching toward the horizon.
Mu Huai, a popular star, was just like thousands of his devoted fans, holding his phone and eagerly watching the stream, hoping to catch a few more expressions from the young streamer or see him glance at the chat.
Mu Huai couldn’t quite put his finger on what attracted him to this streamer. Perhaps one day he’d stumble upon this streamer while searching for a channel and happen to see his cool, aloof demeanor while arguing—it was incredibly sexy.
However, Mu Huai’s mood wasn’t so cheerful at the moment. It seemed the streamer’s love life was making some progress. Five minutes ago, the streamer brutally crushed the opposing team’s damage dealers who were bullying their healer, forcing them into such a state of frustration that they didn’t dare show themselves again. Only then did he manage to glance at the chat.
[Xiao Yu, marry me!]
[Xiao Yu, marry me! I’ll be your healer!]
Usually, streamers would just glance at these kinds of comments and move on, but today something had clearly put him in a good mood.
“Teaming up is up to fate, marriage is just a dream.” The streamer replied seriously with a deadpan expression, eliciting another round of laughter from the chat.
Then, for the first time ever, a different emotion appeared on the streamer’s face. A slight smile curved his lips as he asked his fans for a day-off.
“I have something to do tomorrow, so no stream.”
What a coincidence, I have something to do tomorrow too. Mu Huai raised an eyebrow and lazily tugged at the corner of his mouth. This subtle coincidence was quite pleasant.
[Something to do? What is it?]
Normally, fans would say goodbye sadly, saying things like, “I’ll miss you”, but today everyone was unusually restless. Mu Huai deleted the words “We’ll wait for you” from the input box, and looking at the comments, he suddenly remembered something.
He felt like he might really be obsessed, his mind really following these girlfriend fans’ lead.
[Yuyu, tomorrow is Valentine’s Day!]
[I’m a bit curious, Yu-ge, are you seeing someone?]
[Leave the single people alone! Even watching a game stream has to involve this PDA!]
[Sorry, Yu-ge and I have been keeping this a secret for a long time.]
Mu Huai stared at the streamer’s handsome face, waiting for him to deny it.
The streamer glanced at the chat. Mu Huai thought to himself, “That’s it, the next second Yu Yi will coldly say, ‘Isn’t being single great?’ or ‘If Yu-ge is in a relationship, who’s going to give you all that mental excitement?'”
The opposing team secretly harassed their top laner again, and their lone top lane was nowhere to be found. Yu Yi only glanced at the chat, then focused on the game again, giving a calm “hmm.”
Mu Huai was stunned. The stream exploded.
The streamer killed the opposing team, who was secretly harassing the top laner, and then opened the stream again. His eyes gradually became serious, his expression was calm, and his ears turned slightly red: “I’ll see him tomorrow.”
Mu Huai took off his headphones and picked at his ears, wondering if he’d missed something.
Who the hell would he go see?
The sleek black headphone cord draped over his white shirt looked especially sexy, and Mu Huai’s well-defined knuckles were even sexier. His hands gently released the headphones, and without hesitation, he topped up his already glittering account with virtual gifts.
Yu Yi switched live streams and saw a flamboyant, violent comment at the top of the screen, radiating the same ferocity as the streamer.
[Don’t you even know that high school students aren’t allowed to date?!]
A thick, overbearing parental tone rolled in, leaving Yu Yi utterly bewildered. The other comments were a mix of roaring and bursting laughter, as if everyone has lost their minds.
The streamer’s voice was as cold as a winter’s day: “Who the hell is a high school student?”
The flashy comment didn’t reply. Mu Huai stopped after sending the donation.
Lan Sha knocked on the door, then swiped her room card, and came in, her high heels clicking rapidly on the floor. Her voice floated in before she was even seen: “Don’t stare at your phone all day! It’ll make your skin oily, you know? I just told Mr. Jin, Mr. Li, and Mr. Wang that you’ve been training hard and need to rest, so they want you to have dinner with them after your concert. What do you think?”
The bed was spotlessly clean and untouched. A suitcase lay open on the floor, clothes scattered haphazardly. The contrast was jarring.
Lan Sha swept her wavy hair back, adjusted her glasses, and turned to see her artist coming down from the window.
Her artist spent ninety percent of the day joking and loafing around. The person who suddenly approached was backlit, his eyes clouded with gloom, his mood visibly terrible.
Lan Sha abruptly changed the subject: “What’s wrong? Are you sick?”
“No.” Mu Huai walked past Lan Sha, bending down to pick up clothes from his suitcase.
“I have no opinion. Let Mr. Jin, Mr. Li, and Mr. Wang eat by themselves. Why should I have dinner with those old men on Valentine’s Day?”
Lan Sha wanted to say “Fine, don’t eat then,” but couldn’t help frowning, “Anyway, it’s not like you have a partner.”
“Who said I don’t?”
Mu Huai grabbed his clothes and draped them over his shoulder, casually replying, “Tomorrow, everyone sitting in the audience will be my partner.”
Lan Sha clicked her tongue, “I’m warning you—if you’re not serious, don’t go around flirting. Every time you attract someone, I have to cover for you. If you mess things up one day, I won’t be able to save you.”
Mu Huai walked to the bathroom, and Lan Sha followed him, muttering to herself until they reached the bathroom door.
Mu Huai then stopped by the bathroom door, taking advantage of his height to snatch the room key from Lan Sha’s hand. With a half-smile on his face, he said, “Lan-jie, you should go back to your room and wait for the soup I ordered for you. Look how tired you are, your voice is hoarse. That won’t do, you still have to cheer for me tomorrow.”
“I won’t leave this card with you. It’ll be difficult if I get you trending tomorrow.”
Lan Sha pretended to throw her high heels at him, and Mu Huai immediately disappeared into the bathroom.
When Mu Huai debuted as part of a group, all five members were top-tier stars, but they eventually went their separate ways. Lan Sha had been managing him since the disbandment of Demons3name of the group. Titles like “King of Popularity” were thrown at him one after another, attracting all sorts of trouble and landing him on the trending list everyday. Rumors spread that Mu Huai was seen entering hotels with female stars one day and climbing into some CEO’s bed the next—a scandalous, alluring top star who charmed both men and women.
Ignoring Lan Sha’s scolding outside, Mu Huai pretended not to hear it. He filled the bathtub with water, propped up his phone, and the live stream interface popped up again.
The barrage in the livestream room was still exploding.
To appease his fans, Yu Yi enlarged his pop-up window considerably. Although still small compared to other streamers, it was enough for fans to spot the small mole on his lip.
He focused on the game, the corners of his eyes slightly curved, subtly revealing his good mood. He was probably in a good mood today; even with his teammates’ terrible performance, he didn’t curse. The chat was full of unbelievable comments about Yu Yi’s spring time4romance.
Mu Huai felt both satisfied and frustrated. Even through the screen, he wanted to kiss the little mole on Yu Yi’s lip.
Damn Valentine’s Day date—who dared to touch his white moonlight?
Yu Yi rarely paid attention to the camera. As he adjusted his chair, he leaned forward, and his oversized collar slipped down, briefly revealing the firm lines of his chest in the camera.
The water was scalding hot, so was the screen—so hot making Mu Huai’s head buzz.
[Deadly snipe!]
[Damn! Yu Yi, can’t you put your clothes on properly?!]
[Spring scenery exposed! Yu Yu, take a look at the barrage!]
[Has anyone taken a screenshot?! Ahhhhh!]
Yu Yi, of course, didn’t look at the comments. He casually tugged at his collar, his handsome face radiating an air of restraint. His phone was placed on the table, visible to his fans. Just then, the screen lit up, displaying a caller ID marked as six dots5六個點 /liu ge dian/. The fans got excited again.
[Is it a secret lover?!]
[I’ve seen this caller ID before! Yu Yu definitely has someone!]
Today’s matches were all going smoothly, so Yu Yi would definitely answer the phone. Sure enough, the phone rang for only two seconds before Yu Yi answered it, holding it between his shoulder and neck.
Yu Yi: “Hello?”
He hadn’t spoken for a while, and his sudden voice was a little hoarse, like the opening notes of an Erhu6A chinese string-bowed instrument playing.
Yu Yi paused, cleared his throat, and said, “Oh, it’s fine. Just have Wang-ge give me the ticket.”
The chat flooded the screen, causing lag and affecting Yu Yi’s game.
Yu Yi frowned and switched to the live stream to read the comments, showing a hint of disdain: “… What are you thinking? It’s my brother.”
Mu Huai’s Adam’s apple bobbed, but before he could even process what was happening, a loud bang echoed from the bathroom door.
“Uncle Huai, Uncle Huai! You’re trending again! Now I finally know why I can’t get tickets to your concerts!”
Assistant Mu Xi was a distant nephew Mu Huai had taken in from his hometown—a naive kid who always tried to snag tickets for his concerts. Since Lan Sha hadn’t closed the door when she entered, he barged right in.
His loud voice ignited Mu Huai’s temper.
Lan Sha’s heart skipped a beat. This was unusual. She quickly checked her phone: “Mu Huai, when did you start flirting with Yu Ying again?”
Lan Sha and Mu Xi faced each other, both checking their phones each trying to outshout the other.
From the bathroom, the sound of the shower grew noticeably more aggressive.
A moment later, steam billowed from the bathroom, and a man’s arm emerged from the mist, snatching Mu Xi’s phone. Mu Xi looked up, seeing his uncle was shirtless, droplets of water clinging to the steam, his surging hormones living up to his godlike popularity.
Today’s trending topic:
—Mu Huai’s former leader reduced to scrambling tickets on set. Explosive.
Former Leader, Yu Ying?
Suppressing his annoyance, Mu Huai glanced at his menacing manager and bewildered assistant with a half-smile.
Demons, back then, had five members, each with their distinct personalities. Even before they were officially part of the group, they were already being paired up online. Among them, the leader, Yu Ying, and Mu Huai—one a wolf and the other a fox, one righteous and the other cunning—were the most popular pairings.
Mu Huai checked the trending topics. His beloved former leader sat on a small stool on set, waiting for the countdown, surrounded by a circle of staff. His phone screen was clearly showing the page for Mu Huai’s concert on a ticketing app.
That promotional photo had been plastered everywhere for the past month. He was almost sick of seeing it.
Mu Huai chuckled, pulling out his phone, and saw that Yu Yi had just finished a call in the live stream. Mu Huai briefly exited the live stream and skillfully searched for Yu Ying’s phone number in his contacts.
In the meantime, Lan Sha answered a call and hurried off in her high heels, leaving Mu Xi staring blankly at his uncle making the call.
Though his uncle was clearly calling to demand an explanation, his tone was casual and carefree: “Leader, if you need tickets, come to me. Why drag me into a trending topic?”
Yu Ying, known for his integrity and deep voice, sounded inexplicably guilty: “… You’ve misunderstood. It wasn’t me who asked for your tickets.”
Mu Xi was stunned.
Demons’ disbandment had been messy, but internally, the members had actually gotten along well. However, Demons’ sudden rise to fame provided an opportunity for online mockery, and rumors of discord among the members persist to this day.
For instance, right now, ordinary people might just laugh it off, longtime fans might shed tears, while antis would sneer and insinuate conflict—either claiming Mu Huai wouldn’t even give out tickers or accusing Yu Ying of maliciously hogging seats.
Mu Huai wasn’t really there to cause trouble for his former leader. He glanced at the trending topics and jokingly said, “Our leader doesn’t want my ticket? Then what are you going to do with it? Hmm… Yu Ying, are you really here to maliciously reserve seats?”
Yu Ying was speechless, unable to offer a reason for a long time.
This former leader was upright and stubborn, but Mu Huai was already used to it: “Alright then, remember to give me your seat number when you come.”
Yu Ying, who hadn’t planned on going to the concert at all: “…Why?”
Mu Huai smiled faintly. Of course, it was to use the camera to prove that there was no animosity between them, preparing materials for Lan Sha’s PR efforts. He couldn’t be bothered why Yu Ying was trying to snatch his concert tickets—maybe he wanted to experience the speed of his fans’ hands?
Even if it was malicious reserving seats, Mu Huai wouldn’t care. As long as it didn’t land him on the trending list and invite Lan Sha’s nagging, he was fine. He hated trouble.
“Because I missed you.” Mu Huai’s lips moved, a flirtatious remark flowing effortlessly. As expected, he earned a “get lost” from his former leader, saving himself the trouble of explaining.
After Mu Huai hung up the phone, his interest waned. He discovered that Yu Yi had ended his livestream early.
He sighed quietly, feeling a tinge of regret. Just before this trending topic appeared, he had finally saved up enough to secure the top spot in Yu Yi’s giveaway for gaming with fans.
His nephew had been waiting for ages, unwilling to leave. Mu Huai glanced at him. This hesitant, stammering behavior from his nephew only meant one thing: his family back home was calling him.
Mu Huai: “Did your mom call you?”
Mu Xi looked embarrassed.
Mu Huai chuckled inwardly, wondering where he’d inherited such a sheepish temperament.
“Give them 300,000.”
Mu Xi was stunned, then looked up abruptly, his eyes red-rimmed: “Uncle…”
“Don’t shout.”
Mu Huai looked away.
“300,000—that’s the price they sold you for.”
Translator’s Note: Hi! It’s me, Leya! I stumbled upon this novel when I was browsing JJWXC, and when I read the raws, it was beautiful! Then, I get the sudden urge to share this work with everyone! This novel is a short one, only around 30 chapters. See you everyone!
I think I have an affinity with fishes.
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