Chapter Nine

If it had been the old days and Chi Shen had come to his livestream, he would have taken screenshots, printed them out, and treasured them.

But now…

Now he was too intimidated to speak, so he closed his mic and silently played the game.

[??? You used to be so bold! And now that Chi Shen is here, you won’t even say a word???]

[Where’s your South talk now!]

[Aiya, Chi Shen finally showed up, and you just pop up once then go silent!]

[Turn on your mic! Turn on your mic! Turn on your mic!]

[South, don’t make me lose respect for you!]

He took a deep breath and turned his microphone back on.

It wasn’t because the chat was provoking him, but it would be too strange for the streamer to stay silent. Besides, Chi Yu hadn’t reacted to his welcome, so he probably hadn’t recognized his voice.

He decisively finished the match and explained without blushing or fluster, “The mic had some issues just now; it’s working fine now.”

[You scared me! I thought something happened to you!]

[I told you, South would never be silent when Chi Shen is here.]

[When are you going to get a better mic? This headset keeps cutting out.]

Ning Nanzhou’s heart skipped a beat at the mic discussion, but he calmly shifted the topic: “We’ve played long enough today. Is there anything you want to see?”

Although he was addressing everyone, his eyes glanced at Chi Yu’s VIP seat.

[??? Has the son changed today? Asking his dad’s opinion?]

[Don’t you know what we want to see?]

[Cross-dressing! Cross-dressing! Cross-dressing!!!]

Ning Nanzhou mercilessly muted the user spamming “cross-dressing,” stood up, and opened Bilibili.

“It’s been a while since I checked Bilibili. Let me find the hottest video about Arrival and share it with you all.” He quickly typed to search.

Soon, the video popped up.

He didn’t even need to watch to know which video was the hottest about Arrival because he watched it every day.

“Huh, it’s actually the S12 finals video.” He clicked on the video skillfully. “The grand finals were FKW versus Korea’s LM, marking China’s return to the world championship after five years.”

“It was also Chi Yu’s second championship in five years.”

[The last sentence is the key point!]

[I bet during those five minutes he kept his mic off, he was probably thinking about how to flatter himself!]

[Hearing the son praise someone like that makes me jealous; he never praised me that much.]

He knew this video so well that he could tell what was happening without even watching.

The silver-haired youth closed his eyes briefly and narrated in an objective tone: “LM’s jungler set up an ambush early, but Chi Yu anticipated LM’s move and counterattacked in the bushes, congratulating Chi Yu on securing the first kill of the finals.”

[Even though you’re good at hyping, your mom has to interrupt you—you didn’t say that during the live commentary.]

[You meant Chi Shen was fierce in the game, and probably just as fierce under the bed.]

[Don’t forget the king mandarin from Longda at the start!]

Ning Nanzhou unceremoniously banned that user, his fingers moving so fast over the keyboard they left afterimages.

“LM’s jungle is preparing to gank top, but Chi Yu won’t give him the chance, cutting off LM’s rear and pulling off a beautiful one-against-two!”

[??? Ungrateful son, you banned me again?]

[Even if I’m banned, I have to say it: you said Chi Shen must be good at backdoor plays!]

[And that he was like being ‘hard-mowed’ by Chi Shen.]

Ning Nanzhou didn’t respond, staring intently at the VIP seat’s ID: “Congratulations to Chi Yu for taking the MVP of the first game and beginning your ascent to godhood.”

The headset played the cheers of the audience from back then, the wind stirring his silver hair.

He always remembered the moment when S12 took the championship. FKW had failed at worlds for five straight years, even missing playoffs once.

Countless insults fell on Chi Yu as captain. He could have switched teams but instead quietly and gently carried this team, dragging a declining old squad back into the spotlight.

The golden rain that had once passed his eyes finally fell upon him.

When the video reached the end, he spoke slowly and clearly: “Chi Yu is the best player.”

Whether the three-time champion Chi Yu or the one who lost in S9.

Probably because he banned too many people, the lively chatroom became empty, and he could clearly see Chi Yu’s message.

[Thank you.]

The moment he saw the message, the surrounding wind seemed to stop, and his heart pounded fiercely in his chest.

In FKW’s training room, Song Mingjie glanced casually at Chi Yu’s screen. “Who’s livestream are you watching?”

“A small streamer.” Chi Yu looked at the livestream name: “Playing the Magician with a hundred consecutive wins.”

“Magician???!”

Song Mingjie was startled.

Although many streamers had their specialties, some heroes played even better than pros, but the difficulty of new heroes was obvious. A hundred consecutive wins? Was this even human?

It wasn’t a coincidence; it was the same small streamer he had seen before.

“I’ll have Zhao Li get in touch tomorrow to see if they’re willing to join youth training.”

Although they were short on top laners, Song Mingjie had no intention of letting the other party start.

Playing well and being able to go pro were two different things. The simplest example: pros need a hero pool, but some streamers only play one or two heroes. No matter how good they are, they’ll be targeted as soon as they step in.

Song Mingjie dropped the subject. “By the way, the results for the Starry Sky TV event are out. When do you have time to do a co-stream?”

“They changed the rules halfway through.” Chi Yu remained unmoved.

Song Mingjie had heard the rules changed; originally, winning a hundred consecutive games with the Magician would win the event. So the small streamer was playing Magician for this event.

He racked his brain to persuade him: “The organizer said they gave him compensation, and co-streaming will reduce the team’s streaming hours. Isn’t it the same as streaming with anyone else?”

Chi Yu didn’t answer directly and casually started a ranked game.

“Do you know how long it takes to win a hundred games in a row?”

Song Mingjie was stunned.

Even if you never lost, with each game lasting thirty minutes, that’s fifty hours—two days straight without eating or drinking.

The young man entered the game and easily took down the enemy jungle. “I don’t have a habit of bullying kids.”

—

The Magic Season event was coming to an end, and Chu Yuan, who had the most potions, received an 8,000 yuan reward.

But what he cared about wasn’t the money, but the co-stream with Chi Yu.

Chu Yuan called the organizer: “Brother Wang, didn’t you say the first place could co-stream with Chi Yu? When would that be convenient?”

“It’s not about our convenience,” the organizer said helplessly. “Team Chi isn’t willing. Maybe there’ll be a chance later.”

After hanging up, Chu Yuan lowered his head, confused why Chi Yu wouldn’t want to co-stream with him, especially since he was willing to go to streamers like South.

Ning Nanzhou didn’t understand Chu Yuan’s thoughts and had no interest in them.

He rubbed his wrist, red from too much gaming, and looked at the package that had just arrived on the desk.

The gift had arrived, but how should he deliver it?

Although he and Chi Yu were married, they rarely chatted and were still strangers at heart (one-sidedly!). Asking to meet up would be awkward, wouldn’t it?

The white-haired youth opened the pinned avatar and tried to compose a message.

He typed, “Can I know your address? I want to send you a gift,” then deleted it. Then, “Thanks for your gift last time. I also prepared one for you. What’s your address?” and deleted it again.

He typed and deleted repeatedly, scratching his head, feeling unsatisfied for no reason.

Soon, he no longer had to worry, because while typing and deleting, he accidentally pressed the voice call button.

His mind went blank for a second. Just as he was about to hang up, the call connected…

Connected.

Chi Yu was drying his hair with a towel. Before the call connected, he had been watching the youth type for a long time.

He didn’t understand what the other wanted after the obvious rejection that day.

Ning Nanzhou’s heart skipped a beat, especially when he heard the soft sound of water on the other end—Chi Yu must still be showering.

Just imagining Chi Yu answering the call with nothing on, his dark wet hair falling over his shoulders, water dripping down his sculpted torso, made Ning Nanzhou’s breath grow heated.

Perhaps because he was in the bathroom, Chi Yu’s voice was deeper than usual, as if whispered into his ear: “What’s up?”

Suppressing the risqué thoughts, Ning Nanzhou spoke smoothly: “Well… actually… it’s nothing much. I bought you a gift. Can I know your address to send it?”

The water stopped on the other end. “Not very convenient.”

Ning Nanzhou hadn’t expected such a direct refusal. Their relationship wasn’t close, so it made sense to refuse giving out an address.

Just as he was about to say it was fine, he opened his beautiful eyes wide at the next words.

“It’s inconvenient to sign for packages. Is it possible to deliver it here instead?” the other said softly.