The comments and bullet screens were quite direct, almost eager to list out every streamer who had ever interacted with him, assigning them numbers. Just now, Heitao was notably on the list. Because he arrived late, he had only earned the title of “Husband No. 6.”
“You don’t have to care about what they say,” Yan Chuan observed Heitao, who was gazing intently at the screen, his eyes deep in thought. He tried to remedy the situation a bit: “They just like to talk nonsense…”
But Heitao’s focus was elsewhere.
After a moment of contemplation, he asked, “Am I the sixth?”
Heitao raised an eyebrow, though he didn’t say anything, Yan Chuan understood his unasked question well.
He wanted to know who the previous five were.
Yan Chuan felt faint.
Five people… They surely didn’t know about Qi Yan’s existence, so they must have counted in the members from Keli as well.
How could Yan Chuan possibly know who they were referring to?
His face flushed, his earlobes were practically bleeding red, and he spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz: “I’m not sure…”
Not sure?
Heitao smirked, an intriguing smile appearing on his lips.
Was it unclear to him who the “husbands” in the live stream were, or was it that he didn’t recognize those five simply because there were too many?
The latter seemed more probable, as the beautiful little streamer dressed in a rabbit costume had almost sunk her head down to the floor.
Her cheeks were red, and her earlobes matched, her slender white legs pressed together, appearing very shy.
She was even redder than when he had held her earlier.
Heitao had no particular objections to being numbered; instead, he found the beautiful little streamer’s blushing much more interesting.
“Alright, I won’t ask anymore,” he heard his own generous voice say. “Shall we end the stream?”
Hearing Heitao at least let the topic go, Yan Chuan took a deep breath.
“Okay.” He quickly finished reading the thank you list and informed the fans in the live stream that he would continue broadcasting that evening before shutting down the stream.
After wrapping up the live stream, the next step was to quickly leave this place and change out of this uncomfortable outfit.
With his head bowed, Yan Chuan didn’t dare to look at Heitao’s expression and quietly said, “Then I’ll be going back.”
Heitao had no objections.
After Yan Chuan quickly changed his clothes, he hesitated to ask Heitao how to return the outfit he had worn, but Heitao said, “No need to return it.”
He smiled, “It was custom-made for you, I’m giving it to you.”
Yan Chuan exclaimed, “Ah,” feeling it wasn’t quite right, he hesitated, “Is that really necessary…?”
What would he need the clothes for?
Heitao didn’t take the box.
“It’s made for you,” he said, “It suits you well, why not keep it?”
Yan Chuan, afraid Heitao would call out an ID that made him feel a bit embarrassed, had no choice but to hold onto the box.
Once he changed back into his own clothes, he felt a bit more comfortable and said, “Then I’ll be going…?”
Holding the box, Yan Chuan stood at the door, looking as if Heitao had said it was fine, he could leave quickly.
Clearly, he wasn’t hiding his nervousness very well, and Heitao chuckled, “You can.”
Yet he naturally reached out to stop him for a moment, looking down at the little streamer who was clearly anxious, he asked politely, “Will you participate in the event hosted by the platform?”
Yan Chuan was taken aback for a moment but nodded: “I plan to…”
Heitao didn’t rush, gently blocking the nervous little streamer at the door, and inquired politely: “Have you found a collaboration partner?”
Upon hearing this question, Yan Chuan shook his head: “Not yet.”
He didn’t even know who to collaborate with and planned to ask the opinions of his audience later that evening; he couldn’t decide right now.
But did Heitao mean he also wanted to participate in the event?
Yan Chuan cast a puzzled glance at the much taller man.
Heitao stood illuminated against the light, his face slightly hazy; he could only see the defined outline of his chin, while his expression remained hidden behind the mask.
Only his deep eyes betrayed the thoughts within.
“Are you going to participate too?” Yan Chuan asked quietly.
“Mm,” Heitao confirmed: “But I haven’t found a partner either.”
This was almost a straightforward invitation, and Yan Chuan heard him say: “If you’re willing…”
As Heitao spoke, he leaned down, using his height and build to edge the delicate little streamer between himself and the wall.
He came closer, his gaze palpable, and Yan Chuan felt increasingly tense.
What did he want to do this time?
The memory of being held by him and squeezed in front of the pool table was still fresh in his mind.
“No, thank you…” Yan Chuan replied instinctively, “I haven’t thought it through…”
Before he could finish his sentence, he hurriedly took two steps, using his fastest speed to leave.
He left only a slender silhouette behind.
The beautiful little streamer hurriedly walked away, seemingly afraid that someone would come after him.
Heitao glanced at his outstretched hand, then suddenly smiled.
This smile was evidently genuine, and a trace of joy glimmered in his eyes.
His long fingers rubbed slightly as if reminiscing about the earlier contact.
“Little bunny,” Heitao smiled, “too bad you’ve already run away…”
Author’s Note:
*From Baidu Encyclopedia
The basketball content is nonsensical
Chapter 53: Cross-dressing Streamer 20
Until he got home, Yan Chuan’s face was still burning.
His once snow-white cheeks were now a flush of pink, clearly something that would take a while to subside.
Yan Chuan uncomfortably tugged at his collar, buttoning it to the top, feeling a bit more substantial.
He wore a standard, ordinary shirt and trousers, in the most unremarkable white and black. Navigating through the crowd, who would have thought he had just collaborated with Heitao, playing a dealer dressed in a bunny costume?
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