Keli: …?
This hand is quite beautiful… no, it’s really beautiful, but it’s not like he should turn against him just because of it, right?
He was amused and confused, not understanding why this group of fans in the live stream began calling him their wife after seeing a photo of a hand. What if it’s just a random image off the internet?
But Keli looked at the messy background and didn’t voice his thoughts. After all, the backgrounds and lighting in internet images were never this dark.
“It is quite beautiful,” Keli adjusted his mood and said lazily, “Then I’ll connect with him for a team-up.”
He searched for the live stream number given in the comments, only to be met with a glaring “The other party has blocked you.”
Keli’s face fell.
Not willing to give up, he switched to a secondary account and was able to view the small host’s homepage, where following and private messaging were both normal.
The other party had blocked him.
The small host, who he had just connected with yesterday, had blocked the most popular host in this game zone.
No discussion, nothing at all.
Keli’s previously relaxed expression suddenly darkened as he leaned closer to the computer screen, his brows deeply furrowed.
The comments reacted for a moment, and then suddenly flooded with messages.
“LOL, is this Keli’s first time getting blocked?”
“No way, I’ve never seen a host with such an expression before.”
“You deserved it for being so fierce; you made him cry, so of course he’d block you!”
“Bye-bye, I’m going to find a beautiful wife, not playing with you bunch of stinky and rigid hosts anymore.”
“Get lost, with that expression you really think you weren’t the one yelling at your wife yesterday?”
“Great job, wife, blocking him. Now I’ll go support my beautiful wife.”
Keli’s expression was absolutely fantastic.
Author’s Note:
There’s not much content involving games, and since I’ve never played much, I just wrote casually. Please ignore any glaring errors (praying).
Chapter 35: Cross-dressing Host 2
The next day, Yanchuan got up early and headed to the company.
His rental place was a bit far from the company’s city center, taking over an hour to reach by bus.
The environment was naturally poor, with all kinds of tenants. However, the benefit was that food stalls around were cheap and offered large portions.
Yanchuan checked his credit card balance and found he only had a little over two thousand left.
Although he was a new employee at the company, his salary was over ten thousand universal coins. He still lived alone, so by all logic, he should have been living well.
But he had to repay loans each month, as he was an orphan and had taken out loans for his education, which cost a lot. He had to pay nearly eight thousand universal coins monthly.
Yanchuan was currently living very frugally, staying in a shared apartment with an annual rent of five thousand. After deducting necessary expenses, even his food budget was a pathetic little over a thousand.
That’s why he needed to ghostwrite projects for others to earn some extra cash.
However, the team leader was stingy; he only offered two thousand for a project.
Yanchuan stared at his balance, dismissing the idea of eating something nice, and headed to a roadside stall for breakfast.
He took the steamed buns and soybean milk he had just bought and squeezed onto the bus.
This world was a bit more advanced than where Yanchuan lived, evidenced by the presence of floating vehicles and towering buildings. Yet, the lives of ordinary people hadn’t changed much; the crammed vehicles still resembled buses.
Yanchuan bumped along to the company.
The company he worked for was a large group; the building covered a vast area, with various businesses, which meant even the junior employees like him enjoyed decent treatment.
At least they provided two meals a day at work; this saved Yanchuan a significant amount on living expenses as he didn’t have to spend too much on food.
But he still didn’t know when he would finish repaying his loans.
After swiping his face to enter the building, Yanchuan found his office.
Due to his financial struggles, he hadn’t participated in any departmental gatherings. Plus, he was rather introverted, with long bangs hanging down, keeping a low profile, and many colleagues had never spoken to him.
But this was also a good thing.
Yanchuan thought, without familiar people, it meant he only needed to play the role of a quiet and introverted employee.
At his workstation, he began processing the series of tasks assigned by the department.
The escape program was thoughtful enough to arrange a clerical position for him; at least it wasn’t technical work he couldn’t handle.
Yanchuan logged into the computer and started tackling the tasks.
This computer was even provided by the company, so he couldn’t afford to lose his job, or else he wouldn’t be able to stream at all.
Yanchuan felt he would be sighing a lot in this script.
“Hey,” a man suddenly approached him, wagging his eyebrows, “Are you still doing side jobs?”
Yanchuan looked up.
The one looking for him was a colleague from the same department, speaking in a low voice, “This time it’s five thousand universal coins, finish it tonight, how about it?”
Yanchuan was taken aback.
His ghostwriter services were so well-known?
But Yanchuan really needed the money; if he couldn’t gather enough fans and gifts, he wouldn’t even be able to unlock the features of his live stream, so he nodded: “Alright.”
He pushed aside his somewhat long bangs. In different scripts, the appearance of characters was slightly adjusted; for instance, now he had to play the character of an introverted employee, so his bangs had grown long enough to cover his eyes.
He swept his bangs up, exposing his delicate eyebrows and a pair of melancholy, beautiful eyes.
His long eyelashes shimmered, glistening with a watery sheen; they looked like pools reflecting mist. The shape of his eyes was round, with the slight tilt at the ends giving him a hint of allure.
There was a subtle aloofness lingering in his originally exquisite features, but when he looked at someone, his eyes reflected a small shadow. His gaze was particularly focused, as if he could see only one person.
He even carried a faint scent with him.
“Where’s the document?” the usually shy employee, who had never pushed his bangs up before, asked, “Just give it to me directly.”
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