Red Line Resurrection Chapter 15

Chapter 15

◎Monthly Settlement.◎

The incident at the bar was a blessing in disguise for Shen Lingjun. Not only was he not punished, but he also completely severed ties with Ji Yuxuan. Furthermore, Liang Ji’an seemed to finally realize that a person shouldn’t be without money when out and about, and he generously gave Shen Lingjun a card specifically for pocket money.

However, Shen Lingjun didn’t have much need to spend money right now. Moreover, he didn’t dare use it recklessly. Since it was Liang Ji’an’s card, every single one of his purchases would definitely be known in detail. If Liang Ji’an decided he was spending too much one day and took it back, it would be a bit of a loss.

But regardless, having it was better than not having it. Shen Lingjun was noticeably more energetic when he went to school the next morning. He sat down at his desk, ready to study hard, when he suddenly recalled the bartender he had met at the bar yesterday. The way he shook drinks in his shirt and vest was quite handsome.

It must earn more than shaking milk tea, right?

Curiously, he turned around, wanting to ask Zhou Shunan about it. Usually, if he took the initiative to speak to Zhou Shunan, the latter would happily lean over, but now that Zhou Shunan knew he was Liang Ji’an’s younger brother, even though his feelings for Shen Lingjun remained, he had to forcibly restrain his behavior on the surface. He honestly answered Shen Lingjun’s question, saying, “I haven’t asked specifically, but with their night shifts and work intensity, they probably make close to twenty thousand a month.”

Shen Lingjun’s eyes widened. “That much!” he said, incredulously.

He had been prepared for four or five thousand a month.

Zhou Shunan asked, “Why are you asking?”

Shen Lingjun replied, “What do you think about me learning bartending if I don’t get into university? It shouldn’t be hard to learn a skill to support myself, right?”

Zhou Shunan looked at him helplessly, thinking that this person was truly forgetful. Had he not noticed the spectacle when he went to the bar yesterday? If he really went to work as a bartender, the bar counter would probably be packed shoulder-to-shoulder.

He changed his approach and subtly reminded him, “Your brother probably won’t let you work at a bar.”

“And why are you worried about having to work if you don’t get into university?” Zhou Shunan looked at him and said, “Even if you earned two hundred thousand a month, it wouldn’t be as much as what leaks through your brother’s fingers.”

Shen Lingjun knew the Liang family was rich, but he never had a concrete concept of it. Hearing Zhou Shunan say this, he found it unbelievable. After thinking for a long time, he said, “That’s different…”

“People still need to work. If you don’t work and just stay home all the time, life becomes very unstructured.” He said this brazenly, completely forgetting that he had been living exactly that kind of life before.

Zhou Shunan sighed softly and didn’t say anything more, but a very crazy idea popped into his head.

If only Liang Ji’an went bankrupt.

That way, he could use his proximity to offer Shen Lingjun “work” and completely keep him close.

Although Shen Lingjun often forgot what he had said or thought moments later, the idea of learning bartending kept circling in his mind. He decided to wait until after his exams to check his scores. If he still couldn’t get into school, he would bring up his plan with Liang Ji’an.

After breaking up with Ji Yuxuan, virtually no one messaged his old phone anymore, but Shen Lingjun was in the habit of pulling it out to check while using the restroom. Sometimes, the background would pop up one or two notifications. He opened his mailbox, intending to clear out the junk notifications, only to find that the website where he had previously uploaded videos had sent him a monthly settlement.

Video views exceeded 150,000, and the number of unique viewers surpassed 10,000+.

The accumulated Candy Particles could be cashed out for nearly three hundred yuan.

Shen Lingjun froze. He had almost forgotten about this way of earning money. His private messages and Danmu had also accumulated to 99+. He didn’t dare open them at school. It wasn’t until he got home and finished showering that he huddled under the covers and clicked through the messages one by one.

They were all demands for updates. The number of people cursing him had also increased significantly as the video views rose, but Shen Lingjun didn’t care about that. He just found it amazing. Although gaining this kind of affection—which he wasn’t sure counted as praise—through this method might not be a good thing, those strange words had already made him completely flush. It was stuffy and hot under the quilt. He hastily pulled back the covers to breathe, gasping for air as if oxygen-deprived.

It was past one in the morning after reading all the messages. Instead of feeling sleepy, he felt incredibly encouraged, as if he had been injected with adrenaline.

He decided to film another video and upload it.

He would treat it as his side hustle for now. After all, earning more money was always good, and they didn’t seem to think he was strange.

The indescribable physical flaw seemed to have become another gift bestowed upon him by heaven at this moment. Shen Lingjun turned on the bedside lamp and set up his phone on the desk, adjusting the camera.

Afraid of being recognized or revealing anything, he chose a plain white wall as the background. There was nothing in the frame except for him, and his desk was also completely cleared.

Shen Lingjun’s physical desires were not usually very strong. He would occasionally indulge a few times when he thought of it, but he had been too busy lately to pay attention. Now that the matter suddenly came to mind, that small spark seemed to ignite instantly, making his entire face rosy.

He slightly parted his legs, lowering his body to lean closer to the corner of the desk.

His other hand occasionally busied itself with the front.

The recorded video was only about five minutes long, but Shen Lingjun was covered in sweat. He knelt on the carpet, recovering for a while before picking up his phone. He checked it two or three times, confirming that his face wasn’t filmed and no information would be exposed, before clicking upload.

Not long after it was uploaded, he received another notification. About ten Danmu quickly floated across the screen.

[Such a beautiful baby. I’ve never seen such an appealing video on this site. Where have you been, baby? No updates for a month. Did you finally remember your password, boohoohoo]

[My god, he’s so obedient, biting his pajamas and exposing his little belly. Why didn’t you roll it up higher? I wanted to see more]

[Baby, you know your waist is beautiful, right? The way it spasms when you get excited is so hot]

[Why are you rubbing through a layer of fabric? Won’t that be less comfortable? You can sit on my lap, sit on my face, or sit on me! I have abs!]

[The lighting is so dim. After increasing the brightness, I noticed a very obvious red mole on the inside of the streamer’s thigh. That final trembling really sets me on fire]

[How can someone be this sensitive? Can you give me your contact info? I want to pursue you, streamer]

Shen Lingjun didn’t dare read any further. He immediately blocked those whose language was too aggressive. After the phone screen went dark, he tried to stand up, but he felt sticky below, and his legs were still weak. He immediately knelt back down, his legs pressed tightly together as he lay prone at the foot of the bed, only able to support his upper body with his arms, slowly catching his breath.

[Author’s Note]

Smooch, smooch, smooch!

I reiterate: novel content must not be associated with reality!