Chapter 34

The commotion from the visit livestream was enormous. Guan Zifan and Liu Yun were together handling the data and the rhythm, lest they get caught off guard and splashed with dirty water to take the blame.

The two kept taking calls and giving orders, staying busy all afternoon. Finally, they had a moment to catch their breath, and the platform automatically recommended Yu Xi’s livestream room to them.

“What a great idea,” Liu Yun sighed. “Pretending the livestream didn’t shut off properly—such proactive CP baiting.”

Guan Zifan hadn’t expected Yu Xi to come up with such a clever move either. “Didn’t he say he wouldn’t accept it? Looks like his body was more honest than his words. He’s even better at selling CP than I imagined.”

After finishing their workout, Yu Xi and Yi Chen showered and changed into fresh clothes.

When Yu Xi picked up the camera, the livestream viewers grew extremely tense.

[I can’t breathe anymore.]

[Is he going to notice?]

[Wuwuwuwu don’t turn it off don’t turn it off!]

[Right now, I feel just like an ant pinched in a human’s hand.]

[This angle is so handsome, lick lick.]

Yu Xi thought for two seconds, then clipped the camera back onto his collar.

He didn’t think too much about it. The camera was small, and stuffing it straight into his bag or pocket made it easy to lose or scratch. It was better to keep it clipped on.

And so, the livestream viewers hunkered down in the room again. They watched as Yu Xi got back into Yi Chen’s car, and the two headed off together to eat barbecue. Yi Chen had reserved a private room long ago. The place had a great atmosphere with strong privacy—dishes were served without waitstaff entering, as a conveyor belt in the center of the table delivered every course straight up from below.

Diners could choose whether they needed a server to grill for them, but Yi Chen decisively refused.

He thoughtfully grilled the meat for Yu Xi, sauced it, wrapped it up, and placed it in his dish. Yu Xi didn’t need to think about anything; he just had to eat.

He chewed slowly.

Though they’d burned a ton of energy and calories playing tennis earlier, they still needed to control themselves. Chewing thoroughly enhanced the sense of fullness, preventing him from accidentally overeating.

In truth, they hadn’t ordered much. It wasn’t an indulgence day, and Yi Chen had selected premium cuts—beautifully presented, with any excess fat meticulously trimmed away.

The entire meal passed in perfect harmony between Yu Xi and Yi Chen.

They sat on the same side. The TV in the private room was playing a live match broadcast. They watched together, tensed up together, held their breath together. At the boiling points of excitement, they leaned back in near-perfect sync, high-fived, and shared a smile while locking eyes.

Yu Xi thought this was just normal interaction—no fighting, that’s all. They’d bicker again tomorrow.

Yi Chen saw it as a sign their relationship was improving.

The livestream viewers thought…

[This is proof they’re dating!]

[They! Tonight! Are definitely! Going to! Get a! Room!]

The match ended, and the TV channel cut to commercials. The two were about ready to head back as well.

There was a city tour livestream the next day, and the production team had booked a hotel near the Training Camp for the guests. Yi Chen and Yu Xi each returned to their own rooms.

When Guan Zifan knocked on Yu Xi’s door, Yu Xi was packing up his things to wash up. The camera sat on the room’s desk, facing the ceiling—a blank white expanse in the frame.

“You’re pretty good at this,” Guan Zifan said.

Yu Xi: “?”

Yu Xi looked up. “Good at what?”

Guan Zifan: “Livestreaming.”

Yu Xi: “What does the afternoon livestream have to do with whether I’m good at anything?”

Guan Zifan: “?”

Guan Zifan’s reaction left him a bit dazed. “You and Yi Chen went out, full livestream the whole time—you… didn’t know?”

Yu Xi: “????”

He jumped off the bed, barefooted to the desk, and snatched up the camera.

Only then did he notice the tiny red light on the camera flickering faintly before going out.

Yu Xi: “!!!!!!!!”

Holy shit!!!!!!

He hadn’t turned off the camera properly!!!!!

Yu Xi’s face appeared in the livestream frame. He froze in bewilderment, then shock, before tossing out, “Goodnight, everyone, fuck off,” and gloriously ending the stream.

[Hahahahaha!]

[He really didn’t notice at all??]

[You just focus on livestreaming; we viewers have a lot to think about.]

[Hahahahahahaha I’m dying, I have a new reaction image now.]

[Why did Yu Xi’s goodnight sound so gritted through clenched teeth? Aiya, why am I so happy about this?]

This time, Yu Xi checked the camera inside and out, left and right, confirming it was thoroughly off. He asked Guan Zifan, “It was streaming the whole evening?!”

“Yeah.” Guan Zifan sounded a bit regretful. “I thought you’d finally come around, willing to embrace your CP-selling fate. Who knew it was all just a happy accident.”

Yu Xi: “????”

Was CP-selling the point right now?!

The point was what got streamed!!!

Did it catch him and Yi Chen kissing?!

With trembling hands, Yu Xi tapped open V Blog.

The hot searches had already exploded several rounds today.

Geng Nian’s scandal wouldn’t die down, and Yu Xi and Yi Chen’s “date” livestream was hot on its heels.

Yu Xi, shaking all over, poked into the tags.

He was dumbfounded the moment he entered, shattered by the endless usernames.

[Yi Chen is sleeping with Yu Xi tonight]

[Yu Xi fainted from crying on Yi Chen’s bed]

[Dream is watching Yu Xi get fucked by Yi Chen]

[Tax what needs taxing, sleep what needs sleeping!]

[One like = Yi Chen and Yu Xi sleep once]

[…]

Yu Xi: “.”

He tapped into one user’s profile and private messages.

[Zhen Bu Chi Yumi: Sis, why is Yu Xi the bottom?]

[One like = Yi Chen and Yu Xi sleep once: Intuition, duh. Doesn’t Yu Xi just scream bottom?]

Yu Xi: “…”

Guan Zifan watched Yu Xi’s expression darken progressively and fanned the flames. “Want an oxygen tank?”

Yu Xi endured the mental trauma and tapped into the fan recordings.

The peeping-angle camera had captured Yu Xi and Yi Chen playing tennis. Fortunately, during their Precursor Heat kiss, they’d been so intense—practically slamming each other into the locker—that they’d blocked the vent slits completely. The feed stayed black the whole time; nothing was caught.

Yu Xi let out a slight, barely-there sigh of relief.

He screenshotted the topic page and sent it to Yi Chen.

Yu Xi: [?]

Yi Chen didn’t reply right away. His phone buzzed nonstop as the sugar mommy sis [Geng Shang Lou] sniffed out the scent and bounced in first. Yu Xi’s alt followed [Geng Shang Lou], so anything she posted synced to notifications.

[Geng Shang Lou: What precious footage!!!]

[Geng Shang Lou: I’ve saved it hard!!]

[Geng Shang Lou: Aaaaaaaaaah I’m so happy, didn’t expect to get this recorded today hehehehehe]

[Geng Shang Lou: @One like = Yi Chen and Yu Xi sleep once, great username sis. 99 likes today, more tomorrow! Installment sleeping! Wait, installment liking.]

[Zhen Bu Chi Yumi: ?]

[Geng Shang Lou: Sis you’re here too!]

[Geng Shang Lou: Absolute worldly wonder, the mains are feeding sugar!!]

[Zhen Bu Chi Yumi: Extremely serious question.]

[Zhen Bu Chi Yumi: You’ve shipped this CP forever—does your fishy top or bottom?]

[Geng Shang Lou: Bottom of course!]

[Zhen Bu Chi Yumi: Why???]

[Geng Shang Lou: Why what? It’s fact!]

[Zhen Bu Chi Yumi: .]

After chatting a bit with the sugar mommy sis, Yi Chen finally replied leisurely: [What’s up?]

Yu Xi, face ashen: [Livestream didn’t shut off properly when we went out.]

Yu Xi: [Streamed the whole thing.]

Yi Chen: [?]

Yi Chen: [Got it.]

Yi Chen: [I’ll handle it.]

Yi Chen’s tone was firm and reassuring. Yu Xi half-believed it as he set down his phone.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Yi Chen was frantically saving the recording videos—phone copy, computer copy, three hard drive backups.

While saving, he bounced around various platforms.

Yi Chen: Aaaaaaaaaah!!!

Yi Chen: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!

Yi Chen: Livestream recording!!!!!

Xiao Liu: “………”

Is my boss going insane or what…