“No problem…” the person in the driver’s seat immediately replied, a barely noticeable blush creeping onto his sun-kissed face.
Yan Chuan followed Single Q to his residence in A City.
Single Q mentioned that he seldom visited this place; the space was relatively small, but upon entering, Yan Chuan realized he was describing a stand-alone villa complete with a garden.
The villa was set apart from others, surrounded by lush greenery, ensuring strong privacy.
It was fully equipped, containing four floors, and the garden even featured a sizable swimming pool.
“There are rooms on the second floor…I tidied it up yesterday,” Single Q said, standing beside Yan Chuan while carrying the light bags. “You can choose any room you like.”
Despite his imposing height and seemingly fierce demeanor that suggested he was not someone to be trifled with, he now stood at attention, a mixture of seriousness and nervousness evident in his posture.
Yan Chuan nodded slightly, “Thank you for your trouble.”
He followed Single Q to the second floor and chose a room at the end of the corridor.
“I’ll trouble you for this period of time,” Yan Chuan said, holding his luggage, which only contained a few bags of clothes. He nodded at the tall and handsome man, “I’ll find a place to rent as soon as possible.”
“No…” Single Q replied hastily. “It’s not a trouble at all. Stay as long as you want; it’s not a bother one bit.”
He genuinely preferred that Yan Chuan would choose to stay with him, ideally for an extended time.
“I’m very good at taking care of others,” Single Q promoted himself, trying to repackage his tall, cool persona into that of a meticulous and patient caretaker. “You don’t need to worry.”
Yan Chuan raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise.
“Really?”
Encouraged by his reaction, Single Q added, “I can cook, and I even make desserts—you’re going to love it.”
Yan Chuan smiled faintly, “Hmm.”
Single Q’s promise soon would be put to the test.
At that time, Yan Chuan only smiled mildly, not entirely convinced. After all, Single Q seemed much more like a pampered second-generation rich kid out for thrills than a nurturing host.
Yan Chuan didn’t expect Single Q to take care of him too much; he merely wanted a temporary place to stay until he found something more permanent.
However, when Yan Chuan was awakened by Single Q calling him and saw the variety of dishes prepared for him, he fell into an inexplicable silence.
It was more overwhelming than what one experiences in scripted scenes.
Feeling a bit uncomfortable, Yan Chuan said, “You don’t need to prepare so much…”
How could they eat all this?
He was still an uninvited guest; the host shouldn’t have to go to such lengths.
But it was evident that Single Q was genuinely enthusiastic about taking care of his guest. When Yan Chuan voiced his concerns, Single Q seemed only more motivated.
He even took time to learn about Yan Chuan’s health condition, attempting to care for him in that regard.
Yan Chuan, who was being meticulously looked after:…
Thanks, but really, it’s unnecessary.
Still, Yan Chuan had to admit that Single Q’s culinary skills were indeed impressive.
Although he had a weak appetite and typically ate very little, after spending a day or two with Single Q, he noticed a slight roundness returning to his face.
Yan Chuan pinched his cheeks in front of the mirror, realizing he did feel a bit chubby.
Looking at his slightly healthier complexion in the mirror and Single Q’s subtly hopeful eyes, Yan Chuan found it hard to refuse.
He couldn’t shake the feeling…why did Single Q resemble the NPCs he met in the script so much?
This thought suddenly sprang up in Yan Chuan’s mind, only to be promptly denied by himself.
The scripts in the escape variety show were fictional, detached from reality. The NPCs were also fake, merely data from a game world—how could he think of Single Q?
Yet in terms of cooking and feeding, there was indeed a slight resemblance.
Yan Chuan then pondered another question.
“By the way,” Yan Chuan glanced at Single Q, who was pruning flowers while wearing gloves, hesitating to ask, “Have you encountered any strange NPCs in the script?”
He could only classify Qi Yan, who spoke to him moments after leaving the script, as “strange”.
If it wasn’t strange, why would he voluntarily tell him about the script’s background details? That seemed like a hidden storyline?
Yan Chuan furrowed his brow unconsciously.
The last words from Qi Yan lingered in his mind for a long time, prompting him to search for threads related to the “Live Broadcast Battle” script in forums.
He couldn’t find many, mostly complaints about the impossible tasks in the script, with no content about the “play within a play.”
No one knew who the behind-the-scenes investors of the live broadcast platform were, much less their names.
These things made Yan Chuan vigilant.
Not only did he reflect on what Qi Yan had told him, but he also considered the significance of his identity within the script.
The script wasn’t the real world; every NPC had a role, and the identity of the platform investor was even more crucial.
From the clues in the posts, Yan Chuan speculated that the NPC Qi Yan was very mysterious and would not appear before the contestants.
When combined with what he knew before breaking from the script,
was K City in “Live Broadcast Battle” always designed as a large-scale broadcast venue?
Not just him, who had acquired the identity of a broadcaster, but were the viewers watching in K City also players, or was the true “audience” hidden among the live broadcast room?
Was this an escape variety show version of “The Truman Show”?
Yan Chuan didn’t check the bullet screen from his last live broadcast.
He felt a chill run down his spine, unwilling to watch the replay as if seeking to escape.
In the escape variety show, there was also a sense of unreality.
Before long, Yan Chuan pushed the thoughts away. No matter how this escape variety show came to be, the scores it provided certainly positively affected his health.
His thoughts returned to Single Q, who was beside him.
“NPCs…” Single Q took off his gardening gloves, washed his hands and face, then sat down next to Yan Chuan. “There’s nothing particularly strange; just less targeted at the contestants?”
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