After all, Jiang Ciyuan’s time was very precious. In the original story’s dating show recordings, he frequently missed sessions due to work commitments.
Jiang Ciyuan said, “No, I had a business collaboration, but the other party delayed it for a few hours due to an unexpected situation.”
“I see,” responded Zhou Zhe.
No wonder Jiang Ciyuan had the time to attend to him; he was quite lucky.
Zhou Zhe looked at Tong Sui, who seemed completely convinced by Jiang Ciyuan’s fabricated story, and felt a deep concern—how could someone be so easily deceived?
The boss was notoriously obsessive-compulsive and punctual. Any collaborator who was absent or late without reason would have their partnership terminated without hesitation. It was impossible for someone like him to be left waiting for hours.
If Jiang Ciyuan and Tong Sui put together had eight hundred wits about them, then Jiang Ciyuan would definitely have eight hundred and one, and Tong Sui would have only one.
At just eighteen, the young streamer was no match for their boss.
Completely unaware of all this, Tong Sui took his clothes to try on. To make it convenient, he placed his phone on the table in the break area.
Buzz.
His phone automatically lit up.
Jiang Ciyuan glanced at the new message on the screen.
Chi Xingyu: “Can you please respond? What can I do to make you less angry?”
Chi Xingyu: “Kid, I was wrong.”
Chi Xingyu: “[Little dog biting pant leg.gif]”
Jiang Ciyuan’s eyes darkened slightly.
He had watched Tong Sui’s stream and naturally remembered Chi Xingyu, that stubborn esports player who appeared tough but often revealed his true feelings.
However, he had to thank Chi Xingyu. If it weren’t for the chance given by him, he would have never gotten to know Tong Sui.
As for what would happen next, there was no need for Chi Xingyu to worry about it.
Author’s note:
What Chi Xingyu thought Tong Sui was: sulking at home.
The reality of Tong Sui: Today, all expenses will be covered by General Jiang.
Chi Xingyu waited in vain for Kid’s reply, fearing that frequent messages would only make him more annoyed.
As an adult who had never acted as a sycophant, this was Chi Xingyu’s first encounter with such a situation, and he didn’t know how to handle it.
He longed for new messages to pop up in that chat box, but no matter how he thought about it, it was all wishful thinking—Kid simply ignored him.
He wasn’t in the mood to continue his live stream, so he shut it down and went downstairs to the training room.
The team members were as surprised as if they had seen the sun rise from the west when they saw Chi Xingyu. Besides the scheduled training, he rarely came to the youth training area.
“What wind brought you here?” the coach asked, arms crossed. “Perfect timing, come check these guys’ bad habits.”
Chi Xingyu didn’t say anything, just stood behind the players with a serious expression, as if surrounded by a black mist.
The players holding their mice felt tremendous pressure.
“Why are you reacting so slowly? Planning to deliver packages?”
“Did you shoot with your feet?”
“If you’re blind, you shouldn’t play esports. Just go back and screw in some bolts.”
Chi Xingyu’s sharp tongue was merciless, filling the training room with his cold laughter and mockery, nearly causing everyone to retreat into silence.
In the end, the coach dragged him out of the training room.
“I asked you to point out flaws, not to nitpick like this!” The coach pulled out a cigarette. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’ve been dumped; your anger is overwhelming.”
Chi Xingyu rubbed the back of his neck and noticed the coach’s cigarette pack, pulling one out for himself. “Where’s the lighter?”
“What are you doing?” The coach snatched the cigarette from his hand. “You’re not even that old, who told you to get involved with this nonsense?”
Chi Xingyu replied, “Isn’t this supposed to help with stress?”
“I don’t know if it relieves stress,” the coach said, “but it will certainly give you yellow teeth.”
“Then forget it,” Chi Xingyu responded.
Too ugly; he assumed a face as tender as Kid’s wouldn’t tolerate the smell of smoke in his mouth.
Wait a minute.
What was he thinking?
What did the smell of smoke in his mouth have to do with Kid? Was his brain malfunctioning?
Chi Xingyu’s expression changed to one of confusion, alternating between red and green.
The coach was speechless: “Are you posing as a traffic light?”
Jiang Ciyuan heard the sound of a fitting room door opening.
He withdrew his gaze from his phone, landing it softly on Tong Sui.
To make it easier to try on clothes, Tong Sui had removed the mask and hat he had been wearing since earlier. Turning to look at him with some uncertainty, he asked, “Is this outfit okay?”
Jiang Ciyuan fixed his gaze on him, his eyes lingering on the clothes for only half a second before moving to Tong Sui’s face.
A flash of uncontrolled astonishment crossed his deep, tranquil eyes.
He was even more handsome than in the livestream; his skin was as white as if it had been soaked in milk, and his eyes sparkled brightly.
The well-tailored outfit highlighted Tong Sui’s already excellent temperament, adding a touch of elegance, as if he should always be framed like the most beautiful picture.
He had previously thought he had no particular taste in appearances, but after seeing Tong Sui, he was very sure—Tong Sui’s looks ticked all the boxes he liked.
He nodded. “Looks good.”
Tong Sui’s eyes curved into a crescent shape, soft and sweet. “Then I’ll change into another outfit.”
With that, he walked back into the fitting room.
Jiang Ciyuan initially came just to verify if Tong Sui looked vastly different from online, but he didn’t expect it to exceed his expectations by so much.
After trying on all the clothes, Tong Sui was exhausted and sat down on the sofa in the break area, his legs feeling weak.
Even with the store’s appropriately set air conditioning, his face flushed lightly, hair slightly disheveled, with several strands sticking up mischievously.
At that moment, a glass of water was pushed over to him by Jiang Ciyuan.