OVTTGTBE Chapter 3
by VolareSay More When You Can
The Moments are visible for half a year, and there are no photos of him.
But Bai Yao could see a news link he shared on Moments in July of this year. This shows that this WeChat account wasn’t just registered and the phone number wasn’t recently acquired.
The other party even proactively sent a cute emoticon that Liu Yucheng would never have used before, as a greeting.
Bai Yao finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he might have been overthinking things. Thinking about it, Liu Yucheng usually lived frugally, and that game account was priced quite high, so how could the buyer possibly be him?
He quickly added a note to his master’s WeChat account: [Peach Milk].
It seems his master is just genuinely kind-hearted! He was a bit of a jerk for speculating about their motives like that.
Bai Yao: Not being able to voice chat isn’t a big deal, you really don’t need to compensate me.
Bai Yao: Also, you should have told me you were sick sooner! You’ve been cheering me up lately, and I wanted to order you some medicine and a sick bay meal as a thank you [cat stretches paw emoticon].
Peach Milk: [Cute].
Peach Milk: Thank you. I’ve already bought medicine and taken it [puppy acting cute].
Bai Yao: Then let’s not play too late tonight, you should go to bed early and rest.
Peach Milk: I’m not sleepy yet, let’s do a dungeon run.
Peach Milk: It’s good we added each other on WeChat, we can chat during the day too [hehe].
Bai Yao: Yeah! But honestly, I thought you were my ex-boyfriend just now, scared me to death, haha.
Peach Milk: ……
Peach Milk: You’re still thinking about him, huh.
Bai Yao: Not thinking about it, not thinking about it, let’s go, dungeon time!
Peach Milk: Okay.
Bai Yao looked at the content of their conversation and thought, if his master is homophobic, he’ll do a handstand and drink Coke in front of everyone.
But his master said he doesn’t do online dating, and he’s never expressed his orientation to him.
Bai Yao imagined that his master should be older than him in real life; probably a very warm-hearted older brother, very gentle and caring.
……
On Tuesday morning, there were two classes, both large lectures, where he would run into Liu Yucheng.
Bai Yao’s plan was to get up early today and find a spot in the most crowded area of the lecture hall, to prevent Liu Yucheng from getting close to him under the guise of attending class.
However, getting out of bed on such a cold day wasn’t so easy. By the time he and his three roommates had dawdled their way to the classroom, most of the good seats in the lecture hall were already taken.
He also remembered his master’s advice—next time Liu Yucheng harasses him, drag him to a secluded place and beat him up.
About seven or eight minutes into the class, Bai Yao pretended to take notes with one hand, while tapping on his phone screen with the other, opening Peach Milk’s WeChat profile picture.
Bai Yao: I’m in class.
Bai Yao: I’m in the same major as my ex, we have a big lecture today, he’s not sitting diagonally behind me anymore, guess he’s afraid of getting beaten.
Liu Yucheng sat in the second-to-last row of the lecture hall. Getting up early to get the seat he wanted was already a habit for him.
He looked at the message Bai Yao sent on his phone, gazing at the familiar back of the sunny youth sitting in the middle row, constantly calming his nervous feelings.
It seemed like they never chatted like this on WeChat when they were dating.
Liu Yucheng was also clear that the main reason was himself. The thought that the person on the other side of the WeChat was Bai Yao made him nervous. He usually didn’t even know how to chat with Bai Yao, afraid that he would say something wrong and Bai Yao wouldn’t like him as much.
As a result, he hesitated too much, and by the time Bai Yao finished his self-answering chat on WeChat, Liu Yucheng still hadn’t figured out how to reply to his first message…
Now that Bai Yao doesn’t know that [Peach Milk] is him, he can relax a little and barely chat with Bai Yao like a normal person.
He typed a few words on his phone, but quickly deleted them.
After struggling for a moment, Liu Yucheng replied: Probably. If he keeps pestering you, you’ll only dislike him more, right?
Bai Yao: Yes, I don’t like meaningless entanglements.
Bai Yao: Personality clashes aren’t something that can be changed overnight.
Peach Milk: You said he used to always sit diagonally behind you? Was it intentional?
Bai Yao: Probably. Before I even knew him, no matter where I sat, his seat was always precisely two rows diagonally behind me, he thought I didn’t know.
Liu Yucheng took a deep breath without betraying any emotion.
He really didn’t understand Bai Yao very well. At least not as well as he thought he did.
He always thought that Bai Yao had a very cheerful personality, with many friends around him, and wouldn’t pay attention to such details.
But in reality, Bai Yao was much more perceptive than he imagined.
Peach Milk: Good thing he’s not hanging around in front of you now, at least you won’t feel annoyed during class.
Bai Yao looked at this sentence on his phone with great satisfaction.
Peach Milk really gets him, maybe he’s had a similar experience of being pestered by an ex. If he really is a warm-hearted older brother in real life, he can ask for his advice more often in the future.
Thinking of this, Bai Yao realized that the topic of their conversation always seemed to revolve around him, so he asked: How are you feeling? Any better? If you’re not recovering quickly, go see a doctor.
Peach Milk: My fever is gone, I’ve already started working today, but my throat is still a bit uncomfortable.
Peach Milk: Thank you for your concern [puppy acting cute].
In the game they played together, there were many college students, as well as working professionals. Bai Yao thoughtfully looked at their chat window, a little curious about Peach Milk’s real age.
Bai Yao: Once you’re fully recovered, we can play games to our heart’s content [anticipating].
Peach Milk: Okay.
Peach Milk: Do you want to voice chat with me that much?
Bai Yao raised an eyebrow—that’s not what he meant at all. He thought that being able to play games to their heart’s content after recovering was a kind of encouragement.
Bai Yao: I’m fine with anything, it’s up to you.
Peach Milk: I should be almost recovered in a couple of days, we can voice chat on Friday night.
Since he was still in class, Bai Yao could only raise his hand to cover his mouth, hiding the smile on his lips.
Friday, great.
By then, his three roommates would have gone home, and he would be the only one in the dorm, so he wouldn’t have to worry so much. If Peach Milk’s health was fully recovered, the two of them could play games with their mics on until dawn, creating glory.
Maybe he could level up his game account to the max in one night, just thinking about it made him happy.
When Zhang Yifang saw Bai Yao taking a picture of his rice noodles with his phone during lunch in the school cafeteria, his gossip radar started “beeping”.
“Bai Yao, something’s not right, didn’t you break up?”
Zhang Yifang had a sly smile on his face, and pulled on Tao Lin’s sleeve, asking Tao Lin to join him in gossiping, “You’ve been chatting on your phone all morning, who are you sharing your meals with?”
“No one. It’s definitely not Liu Yucheng.” Bai Yao quickly locked his phone, “I wanted to take a picture to commemorate the delicious food, can’t I?”
“Men’s mouths ah.” Li Jinyang teased: “Last week you were saying that our cafeteria’s rice noodles looked bad, the color was like swill.”
“Looking bad doesn’t prevent it from being delicious. Otherwise I wouldn’t eat it so often.”
Bai Yao explained with a stiff expression, and glanced at the braised pork with rice and pancake in front of them, “If you keep gossiping, I’ll snatch all your food.”
Tao Lin quickly covered his beef brisket soup noodles, “Don’t, Brother Yao, I didn’t say anything!”
“Tao Tao, your beef brisket soup noodles look even more like swill than his rice noodles, so don’t cover it.”
“Get lost, your dad is called Tao Tao.”
……
In the evening, Bai Yao took his change of clothes and went into the bathroom.
Today, he had been chatting with Peach Milk for almost the whole day, except for the time he spent exercising on the playground.
Bai Yao was starting to worry, would Peach Milk think he was a chatterbox?
He hadn’t paid much attention to this aspect before; but when he first got together with Liu Yucheng, Bai Yao would sometimes actively share some of his daily life with Liu Yucheng, or share some videos that he found funny.
Not only was Liu Yucheng incredibly slow to reply, but the content was usually no more than five words, or he would just read the message and not reply at all.
At first, Bai Yao thought that maybe he wasn’t interested in what he was sharing.
Until one day, Bai Yao suddenly realized that Liu Yucheng probably just thought he talked too much, he was annoyed.
After taking a shower, Bai Yao lay down in bed and sent a message to Peach Milk: If you think I talk too much, you can tell me directly.
Bai Yao: I won’t be angry, and I’ll try to control myself [cat eyes looking pitiful].
Peach Milk: ?
Peach Milk: Why would you think that?
Bai Yao: Because I’ve been a chatterbox since I was a kid, I was often criticized by teachers in elementary school for it, and my mom also often finds me annoying.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Now that he’s grown up, dating, his ex-boyfriend also thinks he’s a chatterbox, also finds him annoying.
After waiting for about three to four minutes, Peach Milk replied: Don’t be afraid.
Peach Milk: I like you when you’re a chatterbox.
Peach Milk: Thanks to you chatting with me today, I didn’t find life boring.
Because these messages were replied to very slowly.
Plus, the WeChat interface kept showing [The other party is typing…], Bai Yao’s heart was almost cold. He thought that Peach Milk was organizing his words, politely and kindly telling him: You are indeed a bit of a chatterbox.
But seeing the content of Peach Milk’s reply, Bai Yao’s personality, which he had been unable to change for many years, seemed to be recognized, and he instantly became very happy. His face turned red, and he suddenly felt very hot.
He quickly looked up at his bed curtains—luckily they were drawn, and no one else could see this embarrassing state.
This master… he’s a bit of a flirt!
Bai Yao lifted the quilt with one hand to fan himself and cool down, and typed a reply with the other: Say more when you can, love to hear it!
The WeChat interface showed [The other party is typing…] again, Bai Yao grabbed his quilt and waited patiently for a full five minutes.
Peach Milk: Okay.
Peach Milk: When you’re happier every day than the day before, I can tell you every day.
Inside Dorm 319, Bai Yao’s bed board made a huge “thump” sound.
“Damn, what was that noise?” Zhang Yifang on the opposite bed asked.
Although everyone was in bed, they weren’t asleep yet, and Tao Lin stuck his head out of the bed curtains, “Is that Bai Yao? Did your bed board collapse?”
“No, no, no, sorry, sorry.”
Bai Yao quickly said, “My leg cramped a little, disturbed you guys, sorry.”
Luckily, his bottom bunk was a desk, and no one was there.
What he said was really sweet and flirty.
Although he wouldn’t say that he had romantic feelings for his master so quickly, what Bai Yao wanted to hear and needed to hear the most right now were these words. He had a feeling that the sadness in his heart was being healed, even if the other person was a stranger he had never met.
After all, when you’re in a particularly bad mood and need comfort, who would resist such a gentle and warm-hearted person?
Bai Yao typed a reply: I can’t sleep a bit.