Chapter 85   - I came to borrow your bathroom

All of Yu Yan’s expressions as he read the Weibo post were clearly captured by the camera.

The stream followers were all waiting, waiting for him to react. Maybe he would air his grievances, maybe he would cry; they all held onto their keyboards so as to start typing at any moment, waiting to give some comfort through the barrage.

Who knew that after Yu Yan finished reading it, he very quietly locked the screen and put his cellphone on the table.

“Today, I’m not drawing stream followers. I’ll play squad matches with passer-bys for a while.”

[？？？]

[Xiao Yan, don’t be too sad. It’s all over.]

[Yes , and there’s also Boss 1 here!]

“Sad?” Yu Yan asked, “Why am I sad?”

A bunch of question marks flashed on the screen at once.

“You guys are referring to the things on Weibo?” Yu Yan seemed to have just understood, and his tone was as usual when he said, “I have already reported that post, and no one should take it seriously.”

[So you mean that the contributor to Livestream Express was fake?]

“You can’t trust everything on the Internet,” Yu Yan replied ambiguously.

[Wtf! I even cried after reading!! Return my tears!!!]

[I was just saying ma, how could a company be so stupid? Setting aside not paying, daring to sue the other party for breach of contract… Isn’t that just courting death?]

[Fuck, return my little star from just now!]

“Can return, just send your client account ID in a private message to the stream mods, and I’ll return half.” Yu Yan said, “The rest… You’ll have to go find the platform.”

The stream moderator watched with her own eyes as the number of people in the barrage suddenly fell from five figures to four figures. She had planned on calling several more helpers in to help ban people, but unexpectedly, Yu Yan had managed to kill the flow with just two or three sentences.

What to say, even though less traffic was a pity, she was still happy to know that this matter was fake.

On the other hand, Lu Xiuhe couldn’t figure it out at all.

Although it wasn’t very good for that Livestream Express to just disclose people’s private matters like that, it was all true ya.

He used to think this kind of person—who took other people’s private affairs out to distribute to the public, and even did so anonymously—was disgusting. However, after seeing the comments below the post, he thought it had actually turned out for the better.

At least no one was scolding Xiao Yan.

He refreshed his Weibo to see how the comments would change after Yu Yan’s message. Who would have known that after refreshing it, only one system prompt would pop up——

“This Weibo does not exist.”

After two days of this farce, the curiosity index of stream followers who weren’t in the know about the existence of an anchor called ‘yanxyan’ had reached the peak.

After Yu Yan had been streaming for several hours, he lowered his head to take a glance at his popularity level: around 10 million.

No wonder Tuantuan signed with a marketing team—such popularity built up too fast.

He pursed his lips and continued to click to queue.

He kept played until a few messages appeared on the barrage&#k2014;&#k2014;

[How long is the anchor playing today? Still not ending the stream yet?]

[Today’s New Year? Extra streaming?]

[Xiao Yan, stop for a meal ….]

Only then did Yu Yan realize that it was already ten o’clock in the evening, and that he had exceeded his livestreaming time.

He reflexively unlocked his cell phone, and found nothing on its screen.

He and Yi Chen seemed to have made an agreement that today no one would take the lead in saying the first sentence. Yu Yan: Not yet, what’s the matter?

Your Great Lord Lu: Come out. I’ll treat you to barbecue.

Yu Yan: Don’t you have class tomorrow?

Your Great Lord Lu: Only in the afternoon.

Your Great Lord Lu: I won’t say too much, but I don’t think it’s good for you to be alone right now. Come out and have a drink . I’ll accompany you, and once you drink until you’re refreshed, everything will be fine after you get up tomorrow.

Thinking back on the sensation of having been drunk before, Yu Yan could feel his stomach start to faintly ache.

Your Great Lord Lu: Don’t worry, we’ll just drink at the place below my house. After we finish drinking, we can just go to my house and sleep it off. It’ll all be fine!

Yu Yan was moved. He was in a really bad mood and indeed wanted to find some way to vent.

It would also be good for him to find something else to shift his attention to.

Yu Yan: Okay, I’ll be right there.

He changed his clothes two or three times before he picked up his wallet and cellphone, and went out.

As he was locking the door, he heard footsteps coming from his right.

They were steady and powerful, and very obvious in the dark.

He instinctively looked sideways, and after he saw the person who was heading up, his eyes widened——

There was a man standing in the stairwell.

Familiar features, familiar smell—it was the person who had just said he was busy on the phone—Yi Chen.

He had obviously just left right after finishing work; the rain had been too heavy, and the stairs weren’t covered, so his gray suit was dyed dark, and his hair was flattened by beads of water—it was as if his whole person had stepped through a curtain of rain. When he heard the sound of movement, he stopped heading up the stairs, and he looked up to meet Yu Yan’s gaze.

Yu Yan froze in his action of locking the door, and even his breathing came to a halt for a few moments.

It was at this instant that he realised that he hadn’t really wanted to avoid him, and also that he hadn’t really wanted to not video-call him.

Only after this person really appeared standing in front of him did he understand how much he had missed him.

After seeing him, Yu Yan’s terrible mood, which he had been holding back all day, inexplicably surged in this moment. These emotions erupted so fast that he couldn’t hold it in well, and after a moment, even his eyes turned a bit red.

When Yi Chen saw him, his eyebrows almost imperceptibly twisted, and then he kept heading up, walking step by step up right up to his side.

As soon as he had seen that Weibo post, he had immediately asked some people to deal with it.

However, this action of his had still come too late; by the time he had found out, the Weibo post already had thousands of comments.

While he exhorted people to handle it, he also asked his subordinates to book a ticket to Manyang.

He didn’t think too much about it; he had just wanted to accompany Yu Yan, not really having the heart to let him face these things alone. Those people thought they were being “just”, but all they were doing was turning over other people’s sad past events to give further play to their “compassion”. They didn’t care at all whether bringing up these past events would hurt the involved parties again.

Yu Yan returned to his senses, licked his lips in a daze, and then after a long time managed to squeeze out the words, “…Why are you here?”

Yi Chen raised his hand, and casually flicked some water out of his hair.

There was so much water that they could even hear the sound of it dripping onto the floor.

“I came to borrow your bathroom,” he said.

Yu Yan: “…”

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Juurensha: On one hand, eeeeeee Boss Yi coming to visit Yanyan and keep him company during these hard times! On the other, goddamnit Boss Yi, you should tell Yanyan that, even if you’re dripping wet and need a bath hahaha. Also, LXH is such a good friend.

Noks: Damn, Boss Yi. You’ve won me over even more!

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