It was utterly embarrassing.
He was frustrated and muttered “Forget it” before leaving the table, leaving his teammates in a state of confusion as they exchanged glances.
Curry was not one to hesitate, but he was also very proud, and it was impossible for him to directly message someone who had already blocked him.
So…
After brooding over it all day, Curry switched to his alternate account, changed his ID to “Ke,” and quickly followed Yan Chuan’s livestream.
“I’m just going to see how he’s doing now,” Curry told himself, and he even explained to his teammates who were aware of the backstory, “There’s no other reason. He looked really sad.”
Teammate: …
“Get lost,” his teammate replied, dumbfounded. “You thought about it all day and this is what you came up with?”
Curry didn’t respond; that was just how he was—stubborn and unwilling to listen to others’ advice.
He logged into his alternate account and set Yan Chuan as a special concern; he would be notified as soon as he logged in.
Finally, around eight in the evening, Yan Chuan started his livestream.
Curry entered the room with an excited heart, eager to see if Yan Chuan’s hands were really as beautiful as he imagined.
And whether he really hated him.
However, when Yan Chuan opened the video, Curry was left speechless.
A slender figure appeared in the livestream, with a delicate frame dressed in a simple sailor uniform.
Soft, jet-black hair hung down, and slightly longer bangs were held up with a small clip, revealing a smooth, full forehead.
He wore a mask, but it was clear he had a small face and looked strikingly beautiful.
Those eyes were the most enchanting—round and bright, with long, thick lashes cascading down like a small fan.
The pupils were black and glistening, resembling a small, serene lake shrouded in a faint mist, exquisitely clean.
The shape of his eyes was somewhat round, with the corners slightly upturned, forming a graceful contour that was subtly alluring.
He looked directly at the camera, leaning in slightly to adjust, allowing Curry to count how many eyelashes he had.
Not only that, but when the little streamer spoke up, his voice was soft and sweet.
“Hello everyone,” he said, “Good evening, I’ll begin my livestream now.”
Curry could tell this was his real voice, free of voice changers. Some streamers would use voice changers or speak in a high-pitched tone to sound sweeter, which some viewers liked, but Curry disliked it.
This little streamer clearly wasn’t using one, as he had even forgotten to turn on his mic until the comments reminded him.
His soft voice echoed in Curry’s ears, sounding as if the streamer were talking directly to him. Curry unconsciously turned up the volume and even grabbed a small speaker.
The little streamer was not very skilled at handling the livestream, frequently greeting fans and answering questions, almost revealing where he lived and worked.
Curry frowned, remembering that his purpose today was not to watch the stream, but he continued to listen despite his reluctance.
“I’m already an adult and working,” the streamer answered a comment. “I won’t be streaming for long; I have to take public transport to the company early tomorrow.”
Part-time streaming and a work schedule so early indicated he was either struggling financially or lived far from the city.
And the small, cluttered room in the livestream background also hinted at that.
Curry listened intently, and he couldn’t help but imagine the beautiful young streamer diligently working during the day, then squeezing in time to livestream in the evening to help out at home.
Before starting to play games, the little streamer carefully emphasized that he wasn’t very good at gaming, asking the audience not to scold him.
Then he noticed the comments criticizing him were increasingly frequent.
[Curry, you’re a real troublemaker! If it weren’t for your nasty remarks, how would my wife get scolded! You bad man, come over and take the beating!]
[I can’t bear it; why wasn’t I matched with my wife instead? If it were me, we would have won effortlessly—why should she take the blame for a loser?]
[My wife must have been terrified back then, with only such a pathetic number of fans while the opponent was a big streamer. She must have hidden away and cried after being scolded, secretly deleting the video, boohoo, Curry, you’re such a jerk!]
Curry: …
For the first time, he felt regret.
So, in a moment of impulse, Curry threw gifts into the livestream. Having done that, he casually asked Yan Chuan if they could connect.
He landed in the top position on the gift leaderboard, and after Yan Chuan thanked him, he surely wouldn’t refuse.
Curry nervously opened his mic.
But in the instant he spoke, he changed his tone, pretending to be someone else connecting with Yan Chuan.
The young streamer didn’t notice and happily followed his guidance while playing the game.
His gameplay was rather clumsy; when he misfired and missed the target, he would softly apologize to the livestream, saying he would practice more and wouldn’t make the same mistake next time.
He was so polite, almost as if he was afraid, needing to apologize so his fans wouldn’t be disappointed.
So, Curry, with his impeccable skills, patiently explained the game from scratch to the little streamer while casually sending a few gifts as rewards.
His voice was rarely gentle, and when his teammates entered to get water, they widened their eyes, lingering in front of the computer.
Curry was extremely annoyed and kicked him a few times, telling him to be quiet and not disturb him.
His teammate just dragged a stool over to sit beside him and watch.
By the time he arrived, it was right before the end of the livestream. Curry listened as Yan Chuan thanked each fan who had sent him gifts, saying he was going to sleep.
The weight lifted from Curry’s heart, and after getting Yan Chuan’s contact information, he raised an eyebrow, finally feeling a sense of relief.
Just as he was preparing to log off, the charming little streamer suddenly stood up and expressed his wishes to the fans.
His delicate fingers grasped the hem of his sailor dress, swaying slowly before coming to a stop.
His legs were straight and slender, pale pink with a gentle hue at the joints, resembling early spring cherry blossoms.
Curry was so captivated that his eyes nearly bulged out of his head, glued to the screen.
Beautiful hands, a lovely voice, and such gorgeous legs…
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