Chapter 92   - Support my family

The surroundings went eerily silent for a moment.

So because he liked his voice, he followed it and listened to it every night?

Yi Chen slightly squinted at him.

Yu Yan braced himself and explained, “He went on to play other roles before, just… elderly roles. He voiced those sorts of roles for many years, and I thought he would retire in a few years. Then today, I suddenly found out that he came back to play a young uncle role…I was too excited, and that’s the only reason I ran to the bathroom.”

Yi Chen’s expression didn’t improve. “Young uncle?”

Yu Yan explained, “It’s a role where someone between the ages of 17 and 25 is voiced.”

Yi Chen, who was about to gloriously step into the age of 28, sank into silence.

Young people’s hobbies weren’t easy to understand, but he could kind of comprehend what was going on.

After a while, he asked, “What other voice actors do you like?”

“No others!” Yu Yan hurriedly made this clear and blurted out, “I just like him.”

“……”

Yi Chen asked again, “Listening to him every night, you don’t get tired of it?”

“No. He’s worked in a lot of anime series, and if you edit his parts from all of them together, then you could listen to his voice for a few months without encountering any repetition.”

Yi Chen pursed his lips.

After neatening up the bed, Yu Yan lay back into it. When he didn’t hear any kind of reply for a long time, and recalled what he had said after a moment, only then did he realize that the words he had just used weren’t quite appropriate.

He turned over and raised his hand to hold Yi Chen’s chin as he explained, “It’s not like that. I just like his voice… I’m a bit of a voice con.”

Yi Chen raised his eyebrows. “What is a voice con?”

“That is, people who like nice voices.” Yu Yan said, “It’s like the way fans like celebrities, waiting for his works and supporting his broadcasts, that kind of thing.”

Yi Chen allowed him to hold his face, and did not move or speak.

His worries had only lasted for a moment. He hadn’t said anything yet because he had suddenly remembered something.

The last time he had come to Manyang, Yu Yan had also opened one of their audio compilations, had placed it by his ear, and had listened to it before sleeping.

After a while, he raised his eyes and asked, “Then what about me?”

“Huh?”

“Have you contributed to the viewer count on my playback videos?”

Yu Yan froze. “…What?”

There was no change in Yi Chen’s tone as he narrated, “The Must Tell Love Story between the Little Anchor and the Big Boss…”

Before Yi Chen could finish his sentence, Yu Yan, who had been startled and had opened his eyes wide, asked, “How do you know—”

“Fans shared it with me through private messages, they should also have shared it with you.” Afraid that he would feel ashamed, Yi Chen made an excuse. “Did you listen to it?”

Yu Yan’s Adam’s apple moved slightly as he replied, “Listened.”

As if he had just listened to it! Usually, he would listen to it several times before going to bed every night. Those audio compilations had lasted much longer and more persistently than the shelf life of those Ying Da compilations.

Yi Chen asked, “How much did you contribute to the viewer count for the playback?”

Yu Yan took his hand off Yi Chen’s face, and even though he was very embarrassed inside, he very honestly answered, “From the day the first chapter came out to now, excluding the two nights you have been here for, multiply those days by threefold, fourfold, fivefold, sixfold…..”

Yi Chen suddenly saw the light. So the whole thing about how Yu Yan listened to his voice to sleep, was that all just because he was a “voice con”?

If he thought about it carefully, back then, when the other party had thrown him his gun and shown him goodwill… it seemed that it had been right after he had turned on his mic.

Thinking of this, he inexplicably felt an impending crisis.

He raised his hand, pulled Yu Yan into his arms, and asked, “How many people’s voices have you liked in total?”

Yu Yan froze. “If not including yours, four.”

Yi Chen asked, “Did I win in the end? Is that why you like me?”

Yu Yan blurted out, “No! Me liking you has nothing to do with your voice…”

Having said that, Yu Yan deflated a bit. He thought about it and then gave up. “Okay . Even if it had something to do with it at first, it was the kind of like you have for celebrities, but later on…”

“You don’t have to explain,” Yi Chen interrupted.

“Really&#k2014;”

“I didn’t overthink anything.” Yi Chen lifted his hand, pinched a strand of Yu Yan’s hair, and started to play with it. “But, we have to come to an agreement.”

Yu Yan looked up at him. “What?”

“You can’t like other people in the future.” Yi Chen said, “No other voices either.”

Yu Yan really wanted to give him a positive answer but… It wasn’t like he could control it.

At most, he could only control his own hands and not contribute to the viewer count of those clips.

He said, “I will try my best, okay?”

Yi Chen said, “No way.”

Yu Yan: “…”

After a while, Yi Chen sighed.“No, I’m giving it to a friend.” Lu Xiuhe didn’t hide anything from Yu Yan here and complained, “Every day that person is so enigmatic, saying that I don’t even want to accompany him on his birthday, and saying that I’m stingy. Watch me give him a scare and throw a tens of thousands of yuan belt in his face! ”

His words were coarse, but really…he just wanted to give the other party a nice surprise?

Lu Xiuhe himself wasn’t even fond of celebrating his own birthdays, let alone buying expensive gifts for friends. It seemed that he had at last come out of his last failed online dating experience.

Yu Yan didn’t say anything. After hanging up, he immediately transferred the money to him and looked out of the window. His thoughts drifted with the speed of the car.

Birthday? A nice surprise?

When those words were put together, it actually gave off a romantic feeling.

After a long time, Yu Yan snapped out of it, clicked on the top WeChat dialog box, and typed a few words: “What month is your birthday…”

In the middle of typing, he paused and soon deleted all of it.

If he asked, then it wasn’t a surprise.

Then how could he find out?

He frowned and thought for a long time, then suddenly his eyes brightened. He quickly opened Baidu, typed in Yi Chen’s name, and a series of information immediately popped up.

The first thing he looked at was the photo beside the Baidu encyclopedia entry.

It was actually a formal profile picture. He didn’t know when it was taken, but anyway it hadn’t been recently.

The eyes and eyebrows of the person in the photo remained unchanged, but the overall appearance was a little less mature, a few degrees younger, and in his eyes was still a bit of youthful pride.

So handsome.

Yu Yan saved this picture and only then looked at the details next to it.

A few seconds later, he opened his eyes wide.

–

That day, Yi Chen worked until 10 p.m.

By the end of the year, things were piling up. Just to read the documents every day, it took him a long time.

When he got home, he rubbed his eyebrows. The first thing he did was send a WeChat message to his little boyfriend.

Yet as a result, five minutes had passed, and he was still waiting for a reply.

He didn’t have the patience to wait any longer. He raised his hand and video-called him—and he was rejected.

Yi Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and didn’t try again. He just raised his hand and clicked on the live platform icon next to WeChat.

Yu Yan not returning his messages, there was only one possibility.

Sure enough, there floated a familiar livestream on the homepage of the live platform – [yanxyan: End of the year reward! From Monday to Wednesday, you can send 1500 yuan worth of gifts to get a mod vest and jump the line at any time. ]

As soon as he went in, he saw his little boyfriend talking to stream followers while loading ammunition, “Boss Meng is going to sleep? Alright, yes, you can get in at any time as long as there’s space next time. Are there any other stream followers coming? You can get on the bus by just sending 1500… Time to end the stream? It’s fine, as long as there’s a boss who wants to get on the bus, I’ll just keep carrying and streaming. ”

Yi Chen’s face had gone dark and without blinking an eye, he threw out a Sea of Stars gift.

Yu Yan saw it and first froze, taking a long time to react. His tone was distressed, “….Thank you, Boss 1 for the Sea of Stars.”

Then he replied to him immediately in private.

Little Anchor: !!!

Little Anchor: Don’t keep throwing gifts!

: Who let you ignore me.

: The agreed upon livestream time, what, you’re being deliberately dishonest? And even encouraging stream followers to continue to send gifts and get on the bus?

Little Anchor: I’ll just do it once in a while, just these next few days.

: No way.

Little Anchor: …Then I’ll take two more stream followers and then end the stream! I’ve already received their presents.

Two?

Yi Chen’s eyebrows twisted. This person couldn’t be planning on carrying people for the whole night?

: Ask them to come back another day, or return their gifts.

Little Anchor: No, no, I can’t. It’s 1500 with carrying two people.

This number didn’t even count as money at all in Yi Chen’s eyes.

Seeing this tone, he couldn’t help laughing and replied.

: How can you have suddenly turned into a little miser.

In the video, Yu Yan’s expression was very difficult.

In a moment, a message popped up

Little Anchor: …You don’t understand.

Little Anchor: I have to support my family. It’s very hard.

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Juurensha: Awwwww, Yanyan working hard to support him! Also, while I kind of get why Boss Yi doesn’t want Yanyan liking any other voices (after all, he fell in love with him because of his voice), that’s not exactly something Yanyan can control, Boss Yi…. Their airport moment was so sweet. And behind the scenes, it seems LXH is making some progress!

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