OVTTGTBE Chapter 17

Uncontrollable

Uncontrollable

Before long, a friend request popped up.

Peach Milk: I changed my avatar within 30 seconds, why did you still delete me?

Bai Yao ignored it, didn’t accept it, and cursed him a few times in his heart.

He didn’t know what Liu Yucheng was trying to do. Couldn’t he realize by now that he had already discovered that Peach Milk was his alternate account?

There’s a limit to how much you can treat others like idiots.

A miracle happened. After Bai Yao deleted his friend, good news immediately followed—Bai Junyi, who almost never picked Bai Yao up from school, actually came to pick him up from the airport today.

“Dudu, have you gotten off the plane yet?”

“It’s still the same car as the year before last, you can see it when you come out of the airport.”

Dudu was Bai Yao’s childhood name, which he had always resisted. But after Bai Yao hung up the phone, he still felt incredibly happy.

He, Bai Yao, although he’s already in college, finally has someone to pick him up!

Dragging his luggage out of the airport, he saw a red Maserati parked outside. Bai Yao tried to restrain his excited mood and walked over to knock on the car window.

The back window rolled down, the woman’s face still as cold as Bai Yao remembered: “Put the suitcase in the back yourself.”

After getting in the car, the atmosphere inside didn’t become elevated with Bai Yao’s excited mood. Mother and son reunited, Bai Junyi sat in the back seat with her arms folded like a statue of Buddha, not saying a word as always.

Driving the car was Bai Junyi’s assistant, whose surname was Zhou. Her child was already in junior high school, and Bai Yao had always called her Aunt Zhou.

“How was your first semester at university?”

“Not bad,” Bai Yao nodded.

“Good.”

That was the end of the conversation.

It was still the familiar recipe and familiar dialogue that Bai Yao knew. His mother was basically like this at other times, except when she was working; rather, Bai Yao had long been used to it.

Single mother, single-parent family, distant parent-child relationship, it’s not a rare thing nowadays.

Bai Junyi sized up Bai Yao out of the corner of her eye. This child was growing more and more like his dead father. Although she had prepared herself mentally on the way here, she still felt a bit upset when she actually saw him.

But Bai Yao was her own son, and she couldn’t just ignore him since she had given birth to him; moreover, she had discovered a long time ago that some of Bai Yao’s behaviors and gestures were very, very similar to her own.

For example, Bai Yao would sometimes use the corner of his eye to pay attention to the people around him.

The car drove onto the airport expressway, and there was nothing to see outside the window. Unable to chat with his mother, Bai Yao could only look down at his phone.

The friend request interface was still the same as before. Peach Milk didn’t send a second request, nor did he send him any more messages.

The car stopped outside a restaurant. Bai Yao used to come to this restaurant often when he was in middle school, and his mother also liked to treat her guests to dinner at this restaurant.

During the meal, Bai Yao couldn’t help but glance at the phone on the table from time to time, checking the screen for new messages.

He didn’t know what he was expecting, knowing full well that it was impossible for him and Liu Yucheng to reconcile. But his hands and eyes seemed to have developed their own habits. Even if the screen didn’t light up, he always had the urge to open WeChat and take a look.

He was annoyed with his current state, very anxious, and very uncomfortable.

On the way home, Bai Yao looked at the street scene outside the car window, thinking that if it wasn’t because he cherished his belongings and couldn’t litter from the car, he would have wanted to throw his phone out the window.

He wanted to force himself to stop, to stop waiting for news from Liu Yucheng or Peach Milk.

No matter what the reason was before, Liu Yucheng had hurt him, and that wouldn’t change.

After arriving home, Bai Junyi repeated the house rules to Bai Yao, such as that he could go barefoot or wear slippers at home, but he couldn’t wear outdoor shoes inside; he had to take a shower after returning home from outside; he wasn’t allowed to get close to the fish tank, let alone secretly play with the fish in the fish tank, those fish were very expensive; there were four bathrooms in the house, use any of them, but he wasn’t allowed to use the bathroom in his mother’s bedroom, and so on.

Many rules had been set since he was a child, and Bai Yao was already used to them. He nodded at each rule she said, obediently listening.

After taking a shower, he repeated the action he had repeated almost ten thousand times, unlocking his phone to check for messages, but there were only two messages from his mother:

Dudu, Mom is going out of town. I’ll try my best to come back before the New Year. Take care of yourself. Aunt Yang will come to the house to cook and clean tomorrow during the day. Tell her what you want to eat. The latest security system has been added to the yard. If anything happens, security guards will come to the house. You also need to pay attention to your own safety.

Mom: [Transfer 100,000 yuan]

Bai Yao put on his slippers and ran to the living room downstairs. Except for a few lights that were always on, everything was quiet. His mother and Aunt Zhou had already left.

As expected.

Tonight, he was alone at home again, and this situation might continue for many days.

Even the nearest neighbors were separated from their house by a yard.

Returning to the bedroom, Bai Yao turned on the computer and the small speakers in the room that had been idle for several months, and started playing music—at least to make the house less quiet, otherwise he would feel uneasy.

His desktop computer had many games installed… but after taking a look, he didn’t feel interested and didn’t want to play any of them.

He clearly had a vacation, with plenty of time to play games, but it felt like he was even more empty.

After sitting in the gaming chair and listening to music for half an hour, after much hesitation, Bai Yao still clicked on the official website of the game he used to play with Peach Milk and started downloading and installing it on his desktop computer.

While waiting, he opened his laptop bag and took out his laptop.

He wondered if Liu Yucheng would be online tonight.

He didn’t know where the urge came from, but it drove him to log in to his game account.

Not yet free from a relationship, perhaps it would be like this—he clearly didn’t want to play this game at all, but his hands and heart always had their own ideas.

After logging in, Bai Yao didn’t bother to close the advertisements that popped up in the game. He clicked on the friend list as soon as possible, and then Bai Yao felt his scalp tingle.

Peach Milk, online.

What to do, he wondered if he saw the notification that he was online? Usually, when a disciple or master goes online, there are special notifications in the game.

Should he close the game immediately? No, that would be too deliberate.

If Liu Yucheng saw that he was online and then went offline, he might think that he was online just to see if he was online, and that was definitely not okay.

Bai Yao was completely dazed. He moved the mouse, clicked on the dungeon queuing function in the game, selected his job, and started queuing for a dungeon.

He had to let Liu Yucheng know that he was online just to play dungeons, not to take a special look at him.

Perhaps because it was late, queuing for dungeons at this time was almost instantaneous. Bai Yao instantly entered the dungeon.

Fortunately, Bai Yao had played this dungeon before and remembered the process clearly, so the process went smoothly. After Bai Yao finished playing and just came out of the dungeon, a notification popped up:

Your master [Peach Milk] has logged off.

“I’m here to play dungeons, I’m here to play dungeons, I’m not here to see you, I’m not here to see you.”

Bai Yao brainwashed himself, “I don’t feel unhappy at all. Heh, now that you’ve logged off, I can play the game freely.”

Anyway, Peach Milk had logged off and couldn’t see what was happening in the game, so Bai Yao controlled his character to teleport to a main city.

After talking to an NPC, he entered Peach Milk’s ID and teleported directly into Peach Milk’s private courtyard.

This was taught to him by the original account holder [Why Bother Caring]. This private courtyard existed before the game account was sold. It used to be decorated very beautifully, with a pond in the courtyard and flower vine swings.

Now when Bai Yao came to see it again, the courtyard was still the same courtyard, but the style had changed a lot—the exterior walls of the house had changed from the original girly style to a Chinese style, and the swing had been removed and replaced with stone tables and chairs, with a chessboard on top.

So Liu Yucheng liked Chinese-style decoration. Bai Yao sat down next to the stone table, staring thoughtfully at the chessboard decoration on the stone table when another system notification popped up:

Your master [Peach Milk] has logged on.

Bai Yao was startled, and he turned his mouse to change the angle of view, only to find that Peach Milk was standing behind him.

The scene instantly became a little awkward.

The three big words “I’m screwed” were written on Bai Yao’s face.

Peach Milk had obviously discovered him and asked in the current channel: What are you doing?

Bai Yao’s whole body stiffened—how did he come online again?? And he actually logged off in the courtyard?! Could it be that he just got disconnected for a moment?

Heavens, why didn’t you even give me a chance to escape!

In desperation, Bai Yao typed in the current dialogue box: Taobao store 32xxxxx1, game coins for sale, ratio 100w:70.

This was a studio advertisement that often appeared in the game’s world channel. He didn’t expect it to be helpful at this time.

Peach Milk: Hacked?

Across the screen, Bai Yao nodded repeatedly—yes, yes, yes, it was hacked.

Peach Milk: Since it’s a hacker, why didn’t you take off all his equipment? You could sell it for a lot of money.

Bai Yao’s blood pressure rose when he saw this. Okay, okay, so you want my account to be looted?!

Although he was very angry, in order to confirm that he was really hacked, that a script was talking, Bai Yao copied the advertisement he had just typed and sent it again.

Peach Milk: I have tens of millions of game coins here, do you want to take them all? Consider it a gift to you.

After he finished speaking, a trade window popped up immediately.

[Peach Milk: 50,000,000 gold, confirmed]

Bai Yao was a little panicked. He didn’t dare to click confirm and directly canceled the transaction.

Peach Milk: Did you know? In this game, hackers who shout will usually turn off the trade switch.

Bai Yao was terribly guilty, wondering what the trade switch was? Was there such a setting??

Peach Milk: I…miss you very much.

Peach Milk: I understand, I don’t have the right to say these things to you now, but I really miss you so much that I’m going crazy. I don’t know what to do.

Peach Milk: I’m sorry.

He was exposed.

Bai Yao shrank into the chair, looking at the lines he had typed, his breathing becoming a little shaky.

Was this Liu Yucheng’s flirting routine, or did he really miss him to the point of being uncontrollable, just like him?

These words were clearly only in his dreams recently. Only Bai Yao himself knew how upset he was after waking up.

He covered his chest uncomfortably—Liu Yucheng wanted to crush his heart before he would stop.

In the middle of the night, why was the house so empty, with no one around; and why couldn’t he help but go online and teleport to Peach Milk’s courtyard…How did he get through those times before he met Liu Yucheng?

Bai Yao pursed his lips and sniffed hard. After hesitating for a long time, he didn’t know what to say.

Because his heart was trying to tell his hand: Even if you have an online relationship with Peach Milk, you and Liu Yucheng will never have a future; you don’t want to say anything to Peach Milk now, so just continue to remain silent…

Half a minute passed, and the phone on the table suddenly vibrated. Unlike the previous vibrations when receiving messages, this time a phone call was coming in.

He picked it up and took a look, and his heart was lifted up.

The caller ID was Peach Milk’s phone number.