TRMLCM Chapter 96

Chapter 96: The Only One

“So quiet.”

“Newbie, what is the streamer doing?”

“Mu An!!! (Speaker)”

“Spacing out?”

“Snap out of it, Mu Mu.”

“Is Mu An too excited, so he hasn’t reacted yet?”

“No way, he’s seen so many big scenes before. This is just the number one spot for this time slot.”

“What is he looking at?”

*

Slender fingers waved in the air. Shen Chang’an snapped back to reality and saw Cheng Yi leisurely leaning back in his chair. His handsome face wore a smile, and the arrogance between his brows was completely unhidden.

Seeing that he had returned to his senses, Cheng Yi raised his chin and pointed to the brightly lit camera, a silent reminder.

Shen Chang’an pursed his lips tightly, nodded almost imperceptibly, and then turned to look at the camera.

Many passersby flooded into the livestream room, and the popularity soared. The number of viewers in the livestream room quickly reached more than 70,000 and was still growing.

Now was a great opportunity to introduce himself and find a way to retain this wave of unexpected wealth and popularity.

But Shen Chang’an simply picked up the guitar placed beside him.

His fingertips plucked the strings, the tune soft and lively, and he slowly sang as he played.

“The first time I saw you (so flustered)

I can’t find anything to say

You walk up to me and extend your palm

(Holding) my hand, not letting go…”

*

Actually, he had thought about giving up this job and returning to the company to be a workhorse. After all, with his solid professional skills, he could definitely get promoted and a raise, and work until normal retirement in another twenty or thirty years.

Livestreaming was ultimately unstable.

With the booming development of technology, the speed of network updates and iterations was visible to the naked eye. Every moment, new streamers entered this circle with hope, while old streamers faded away. The competition was cruel.

Shen Chang’an, having fought in the workplace for so many years, naturally understood this principle. He didn’t think he would be an evergreen tree that wouldn’t wither.

After disappearing for a few months, the fan group went from being lively and constantly asking questions to being silent at the bottom. His reason told him that perhaps his name had already been replaced, forgotten, and hidden in a small corner of memory, unmentioned.

So he also forgot his identity, not thinking about it, not worrying about it, not opening anything related to livestreaming, as if doing so could preserve that warm and beautiful time together.

Those days that still glowed in the dark background.

*

The guitar gradually stopped until it completely disappeared. Shen Chang’an took a light breath and reached out to put the guitar aside, then raised his head.

His clear, cold eyes swept lightly over the deep eyes behind the camera. His expression softened, and he couldn’t help but curve his eyebrows for a moment. When he saw the other person’s playful and teasing gaze, he frowned and calmly looked away.

“In the vast sea of people, a winter encounter may not be as pure as a spring fairy tale, nor as hot as a summer breeze, but it has its own romance.”

“‘April Encounter,’ this song is dedicated to every fan who has accompanied me in the livestream room. My encounter with you, with all of you, is a romantic encounter worth remembering for a century.”

“I am very honored to be able to meet you all again here on such an ordinary night. Whether you are new friends who have just met me or old friends who are already familiar with me, thank you for every kindness you have shown me. I am extremely grateful.”

“On the first day of my return, I just want to say, everyone—”

Shen Chang’an tilted his head, his eyebrows and eyes curved, and he said with a light smile:

“…Long time no see!”

*

After wandering leisurely around the apartment a couple of times, Cheng Yi returned to the livestream room that he was more familiar with. With his hands in his pockets, he circled the room and leaned against the computer desk, his deep eyes looking at the man who was following him.

He asked with curiosity, “Mu An, when are you going to start streaming again?”

Shen Chang’an’s figure, which was indifferently looking around, suddenly froze for a moment. After a few seconds, he turned to face Cheng Yi, nodding and lowering his eyes to ponder, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “…You want to watch me stream?”

“Yeah.” Cheng Yi nodded without hesitation.

“Why?” Shen Chang’an asked immediately.

Cheng Yi’s eyes drifted, and after mumbling vaguely for a long time, he touched his burning ears and said embarrassedly.

“Well… I think you look handsome and very special when you stream,” his eyes flickered, and he quickly defended himself, racking his brains. “There’s an old saying that men are most attractive when they are working seriously.”

He said sincerely and frankly, “I really like watching you stream.”

The agonizing insomnia disappeared, but Cheng Yi seemed to have contracted another disease with a three-character name, and as a patient, he was not disgusted or repelled at all, but happy and delighted.

Shen Chang’an was his only love streamer, and of course he wanted his love streamer to be famous, have a brilliant career, and have a path surrounded by flowers.

Shen Chang’an was silent. After a moment of silence, Cheng Yi suddenly reacted, his dark eyes deepened, and he slowly walked to Shen Chang’an, looking at the person with his head lowered, feeling very puzzled.

“You’re avoiding it.”

Exposed by his lover, who was several years younger than him, Shen Chang’an’s eyelashes trembled, and he felt only annoyance and embarrassment.

“Why?”

The low, magnetic voice sounded gently in his ear, as if coaxing a sulky child to speak. Shen Chang’an was pulled into an embrace, strong arms tightly hugging him, maturity and stability washing over him, and a warm breath with a strong male pheromone dizzying his brain.

After a long while, Shen Chang’an found a comfortable position to rest his chin on Cheng Yi’s shoulder, lightly rubbing his cheek against the man’s neck, and finally opened his mouth.

“My fans are watching other streamers. I don’t have any fans. I can’t beat others in PK.”

His cold voice was weak, like a soft kitten meowing, with a pitiful tone.

Of course, the premise of feeling sorry was to ignore his tall height, which was similar to Cheng Yi’s.

And Cheng Yi couldn’t see the bent long legs of someone, only felt the furry head next to his ear and the tight and soft waist in his arms.

Before he could let his mind wander, he panicked for a moment and quickly hugged the person tightly, stroking his back in comfort.

Suddenly, lowered eyelids hid the dark and unpredictable emotions in his pupils. He chuckled, and his hoarse, sexy voice came from right next to Shen Chang’an’s ear.

“Then I’ll be your only fan.”

Shen Chang’an couldn’t help but tilt his head, burying his burning ears in Cheng Yi’s neck, along with the half-redness on his cheeks.

“Yeah.”

He responded softly, his voice a little muffled through the clothes.

The hard hair rubbed against his smooth neck, tickling. Cheng Yi didn’t dodge, just resting his chin lightly on the back of Shen Chang’an’s head, his posture lazy and arrogant.

“It’s a great honor, streamer.”

“Then I will fight against a hundred, against ten thousand, and I will definitely make you win.”

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