Facing Zhousi Yuan’s question, Tong Sui certainly wouldn’t say anything about wanting to change the plot of the world or to save her.
He could have chosen other superficial replies, but Tong Sui honestly stated, “Perhaps they have just given too much.”
Zhousi Yuan was somewhat surprised by his words.
Because Tong Sui did not seem like someone who lacked money. On the contrary, even when facing a few wealthy guests, he remained natural and composed.
Tong Sui continued, “Being a streamer and recording shows are for money.”
Zhousi Yuan inexplicably thought of a saying.
— Then let me support you.
The author has something to say:
Perhaps when you like someone, you feel ordinary or unworthy.
Such a frivolous remark was certainly not something Zhousi Yuan would say.
He changed the subject, asking, “Will you continue being a streamer after the show ends?”
Tong Sui shook his head. “I don’t think I’m cut out for it.”
The feeling of being under everyone’s watch, where every detail is magnified, makes him unconsciously tense.
The comments flooded in with lamentations upon hearing this:
— No, Tong Sui, you’re perfect for it, right?
— If I can’t see Tong Sui in the future, my soul and body will both die.
— This reminds me, I need to record all the shows so I don’t miss anything later.
…
Perhaps recalling something, Tong Sui added, “But that doesn’t mean it’s set in stone; this is just my current thought.”
“Can we still keep in touch after we finish the show?”
Perhaps worried she might feel burdened, Zhousi Yuan replied, “Of course, just as friends.”
“Sure! We’re both in H City, so it should be convenient to meet.”
After finishing the meal, Zhousi Yuan had another class to attend, so he stayed at S University to rest.
Meanwhile, Tong Sui took the show team’s car back home.
Watching him walk away, Zhousi Yuan’s hand casually brushed against her neck, and his eyes seemed a little dimmer.
In the same position, Tong Sui put on a band-aid.
The human body has a self-protection mechanism, and the inner body usually seldom gets injured, especially in such an intimate area.
Although he wasn’t there last night, he could imagine how it happened.
But, in the context of friendship, can one really be content?
Zhousi Yuan unconsciously curled his hand by his side, took off his glasses to rub his eyes, showing some fatigue and a hint of obsession that hadn’t been captured on camera.
Tong Sui successfully returned to his little house in the car, and upon opening the glass door, he found someone occupying the space where he usually sat.
He walked closer slowly.
He saw Chi Xingyu sitting cross-legged, playing a game on his iPad. He seemed so absorbed in the game that he didn’t notice someone approaching.
With his head down, his eyelashes slightly casting a shadow, he looked indifferent.
But upon closer inspection, Tong Sui noticed Chi Xingyu’s fingers darting across the screen, moving so fast that it was almost impossible to see the specific actions.
He wasn’t playing a shooting game but a cooking simulation game. Watching the dizzying array of requirements, it seemed Chi Xingyu could succeed even with his eyes closed.
He successfully achieved the highest rating for clearing the level.
This guy’s gaming skills are ridiculously high.
After finishing the game, Chi Xingyu seemed to sense someone beside him and turned to see Tong Sui almost leaning over his screen.
His eyes lit up slightly, “You’re back!”
Tong Sui said, “How can you play so quickly? I can’t even keep up with what’s happening.”
Chi Xingyu was taken aback, realizing he was referring to the game he just played. “Is it that hard? I just glanced once and remembered it.”
“…”
Tong Sui felt he was completely unworthy of being a gaming streamer.
Chi Xingyu kindly made room for him, patting the couch, “Come sit! The world champion will teach you how to play.”
Having streamed games every day for a while, Tong Sui felt a bit of a itch after not playing for several days.
He sat down and took the iPad from Chi Xingyu.
Chi Xingyu kindly set the level back to the first one, allowing Tong Sui to slowly adapt to the rhythm of the game.
Tong Sui’s expression was much more serious than usual while playing, his brows furrowed as if his face were straining as well.
Chi Xingyu had noticed this during his streams before, but through the screen, it was hard to make out the details.
Now, with the real Tong Sui in front of him, every bit of him radiated a cute aura, and the more serious he looked, the cuter he became.
Leaning back, Chi Xingyu couldn’t help but smile.
Though he was not part of the entertainment industry, countless eSports events had already made many people familiar with him.
Even in the championship match, he had never shown such a smile.
The cold, distant demeanor filled with sharp defenses vanished without a trace, replaced by an overwhelming expression of affection.
This scene excited the comments section:
— I think I can smell the sourness of love.
— Chi’s lips are nearly reaching his ears.
— This must be due to Tong Sui’s filter being too thick; if it were another team member playing like this, they would probably have ranted by now.
…
As levels progressed, the difficulty continued to rise.
Tong Sui’s brows knitted tighter.
He resembled a somewhat agitated cat that didn’t want to part with a teasing string.
Chi Xingyu’s gaze fell on Tong Sui’s somewhat frantic fingers, reminding him, “The right side is about to time out.”
As soon as he spoke, Tong Sui clearly became more flustered, mumbling, “Don’t say anything; you’re disrupting my thought process.”
Not long after, a message popped up on the screen indicating “Level Failed.”
Tong Sui stoutly blamed him, saying, “It’s all because you talked earlier that I lost. Don’t say anything next time.