“What is Yan Bao’s next script? Will we see him in a little dress again?”
“Alright…” Yan Chuan felt like Evan’s grip was leaving marks on his wrist, his cheeks hot. He whispered, “I think I’m good now.”
He gathered his courage to look at Evan, meeting those deep black eyes, feeling a bit uncomfortable as he turned his head away. “I’m fine.”
Evan released his hand.
But after Evan let go, there were others. Yan Chuan looked at Corey, who was eagerly waiting, thinking that he really shouldn’t have come to this event.
No, Yan Chuan reconsidered; he shouldn’t have been cast in this script at all.
He shouldn’t have accepted this role just because it didn’t have any supernatural elements. Although it was a standard script, the danger level was even higher than that of an alternative script!
At least scripts with ghosts wouldn’t set him up with a character who is a “behind-the-scenes female streamer,” nor would they make him participate in a love live stream event.
Because of this, he now found himself as a poor, helpless little streamer, preparing for an activity while secretly “touching” his partners.
Yan Chuan felt he had invested too much in this script.
Finally, it was time for the last group of contestants to take the stage.
The beautiful little streamer voluntarily put on a blindfold, plunging his vision into darkness as he followed the staff’s guidance to the center of the hall.
His five partners took their positions as well.
A tall figure stood in front of the beautiful little streamer, blocking him completely, making it impossible to catch a full view of his face through any gaps.
With his eyes covered, the beautiful little streamer felt a bit nervous. He tilted his head back, pressed his lips together, and his delicate nose twitched slightly.
It seemed he was trying to use his sense of smell to identify who was standing in front of him.
One of his partners in front cooperatively allowed him to “scout” him out.
However, in this round, contestants could also use touch to help them guess.
“Can we start now?” The beautiful little streamer, unable to see, instinctively tilted his head to find the staff.
“Go ahead.”
It was unclear who responded, perhaps a staff member from somewhere: “You may begin.”
Upon hearing the answer, the beautiful little streamer hesitated and reached out his hand, trying to touch the person in front of him.
Standing there was a very tall man, whose shoulders were much broader than those of the slender streamer, accentuating the streamer’s delicate fingers.
His pink-tipped fingers landed on the man’s dark suit, moving up to his clearly defined chin.
No one spoke, and the hall fell silent, with only the sound of the photographer adjusting the camera and taking pictures.
“Is it Corey…?” After an unknown amount of time had passed, the beautiful little streamer said hesitantly, tilting his head slightly to give his answer.
The staff acknowledged, “Yes… it seems our contestant is quite familiar with his partner.”
Following that, the staff arranged for the next partner to step up.
Corey didn’t move away immediately; in the brief exchange, he said something to the beautiful little streamer that made him smile faintly.
As the next partner took his place, the beautiful little streamer pursed his lips again.
This time, Yan Chuan was less certain and hesitated, touching a few more times as his fingertips wandered over the partner’s chin.
“Can I ask a question?” Yan Chuan gestured for the staff to come over.
The questions were randomly drawn by the organizers, so one couldn’t just ask whatever they wanted, but at least having some was better than none.
Yan Chuan wasn’t really sure who was in front of him at the moment, so he needed to rely on the staff.
When it came to height and presence, he had a feeling the others were quite similar.
The staff quickly selected a question.
“What’s your favorite animal?” It was a standard question, which was communicated to the selected partner.
The partner couldn’t speak but could write on paper, which the staff would pass along.
Yan Chuan heard the staff read what was written: “My favorite animal is… a bunny.”
A bunny?
The beautiful little streamer hesitated for a moment, and it seemed like his eyes behind the blindfold blinked slightly, the thin fabric shifting.
Who would hint at their identity with a love for bunnies?
The time for answering came quickly, and after some thought, the beautiful little streamer parted his lips and uttered two words:
“Spade.”
Was his answer correct?
Thinking of bunnies, Yan Chuan could only recall that time when he and Spade had live-streamed, with himself dressed as a bunny girl.
But he wasn’t sure, and he nervously held his breath, waiting for the staff’s reply.
The organizers didn’t announce whether the answer was right or wrong; it was just a fun little game. However, if he couldn’t even recognize his own partner, where was the feeling of a “love live stream?”
Even considering that the “Little Bunny Sweetheart” streamer had five partners, the chatroom had to comment, “He is such a fickle little streamer; he can’t even tell who his boyfriend is!”
Yan Chuan didn’t want such an evaluation right now.
He could only anxiously lean towards the direction of the staff’s voice, waiting for a response.
“This partner is… Spade.” The staff slightly raised his voice and added, “Well, it seems our little streamer can still recognize his partner, despite what the chat might say.”
Yan Chuan let out a sigh of relief.
But he quickly realized, the chat wanted to see him fail to recognize!
How cruel!
Yan Chuan bit his lip and turned his face away. Thankfully, he couldn’t see anything right now; otherwise, the live chat would witness his angry expression.
However, the little streamer’s small actions were still captured clearly by the camera.
[My wifey, my poor baby, how busy are you? But you still guessed it right, sniff sniff.]
[So pitiful, sympathetic tears unconsciously streamed down from my corners of the mouth.]
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