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Join the ServerJi Xiao woke up lying on the desk, headphones still on his head, playing ancient-style music interspersed with cries and battle sound effects.
The strong smell of instant noodles filled his nostrils.
His eyelids moved, and he sat up.
The dim lighting and messy room made him uncomfortable.
He stood up, pulled open the curtains, opened the window for ventilation, and turned on the light.
Silently, Ji Xiao threw the snack wrappers and leftover instant noodles into the trash, took a set of clothes from the wardrobe, and walked into the bathroom with a natural expression.
Black Cat: “Shall we talk while you shower?”
Ji Xiao: “Mm.”
The original body, Xiao Yang, had met Song Chu through a game and quickly entered a real-life relationship.
Song Chu came to Xiao Yang’s city and rented an old house with him.
Xiao Yang was handsome and masculine; Song Chu was deeply attracted to him from the start, and after they got together, he fell step by step.
Song Chu was a food streamer.
Xiao Yang performed well in the beginning. Although he loved gaming, he often did housework and took Song Chu out for romantic dates after his streams.
He was attentive and caring.
But as well as he acted in the beginning, that was how badly he acted later.
It didn’t last even half a month before Xiao Yang showed his true colors.
Song Chu thought Xiao Yang just liked playing games, but he never expected him to be not just fond of it, but obsessively addicted.
Xiao Yang didn’t work; he lived off Song Chu. Every day, except for eating and sleeping, he spent gaming and recklessly spending money in the game—Song Chu’s money.
Gradually, Song Chu couldn’t take it anymore and proposed a breakup, but Xiao Yang beat him again and again and threatened that if he dared to break up again, he would make trouble at his family home and ruin his peace forever.
Heartbroken, Song Chu took advantage of a trip to buy groceries to return to his hometown, convincing his parents to move to another city for a living.
But Song Chu was a well-known streamer, and Xiao Yang slandered him online, making him publicly reviled and well-known.
With a cold heart, Song Chu used his savings to buy a shop for his parents to live well, and he himself traveled far away.
As for Xiao Yang, he gamed day and night. Without Song Chu taking care of him, he died suddenly from overexertion.
Black Cat: “The task for this world is…” It paused. “To have Song Chu support you for the rest of your life.”
“Tsk.”
Ji Xiao turned off the water, grabbed a towel to dry his hair casually, put on a bathrobe, and walked out.
“The original sure knows how to think big.”
Dead and gone, and still thinking about such a good deal.
Unrepentant, unwilling to rely on himself, only wanting Song Chu to support him.
Ji Xiao picked up the trash bag and walked out. As soon as he entered the living room, he saw Song Chu sitting at the dining table, eating and streaming at the same time.
He was wearing a loose white T-shirt, eating while interacting with the audience on his fixed phone beside him.
It seemed like he hadn’t noticed Ji Xiao coming out.
As Ji Xiao passed by him, he felt Song Chu’s body stiffen noticeably.
He didn’t pause and went straight to the front door.
Song Chu slightly lifted his head to look at his back. His smile froze for a moment, and his nose tingled. Then he lowered his head again to peel shrimp.
[Chu Chu Chu Chu, who’s that person passing by you!]
[Even in a bathrobe, can’t hide those long legs!]
[But he looks pale, is he sick? Too pale, and a bit too thin.]
[Is he Chu Chu’s roommate?]
[Ah, don’t look at others, look at Chu Chu!]
[Chu Chu’s hands are so beautiful, I want to be the crawfish in his hands, peeled and eaten.]
[Chu Chu, eat me!]
Song Chu looked at the screen while stuffing peeled shrimp into his mouth, smiling with narrowed eyes: “Yeah, he’s my roommate.”
When Ji Xiao came back from dumping the trash, only the seasoning was left in the plate of crawfish on the table, with a pile of shells beside it.
Song Chu leaned back in his chair, rubbing his stomach with one hand, laughing: “A bit full. Today’s late-night snack is about done. Everyone, rest early!”
Ji Xiao paused, walked to the table, picked up the trash can, and swept the shells in.
Song Chu was startled: “Go rest. I’ll take care of it.”
Ji Xiao put down the trash can and picked up the plate: “I’ll do it. You take a break.”
Watching his figure heading to the kitchen, Song Chu felt a bit dazed.
It was as if time had returned to how it was half a month ago; the past half month’s irritability and cold treatment felt like an illusion.
[Wow, so doting!]
[I screenshotted that moment!!]
[Chu Chu’s roommate has long eyelashes. With that pale face, it’s a bit creepy.]
[It’s sickly! Sickly!]
[Chu Chu spacing out? Was he moved by his roommate?]
[Suddenly I want to ship them.]
Song Chu snapped back to reality, said goodbye to the audience, and ended the stream.
He stood up, picked up a cloth, and wiped the table with his head down, thinking about the sweetness of half a month ago and then the past half month’s irritability and coldness. A shadow fell over his heart.
‘Don’t panic.’
‘Difficulties make people vent.’
‘Don’t panic.’
Song Chu thought.
‘Looking at his performance tonight, has he adjusted?’
‘Try once more. After all, he had come all this way, hadn’t he?’
Ji Xiao finished washing the dishes and came out. The living room was empty.
He sat down on the sofa, recalling the current point in time.
Xiao Yang hadn’t started hitting yet.
Although he hadn’t lasted after half a month and had gradually shown his true colors, he hadn’t resorted to violence yet.
He had just stopped doing housework, gotten addicted to gaming, and wouldn’t leave the house.
He ordered Song Chu around, and when Song Chu refused, he would get irritable and then give him the cold shoulder.
Black Cat: “Scumbag. Such a scumbag.”
Ji Xiao: [Oh, have I ever been a non-scumbag? Don’t you know what kind of system you are?]
This was an old-style residential building.
Two bedrooms and one living room, quite large but with old decoration.
And no stairs.
The master bedroom had a bathroom and was spacious.
Xiao Yang had piled a lot of things in the second bedroom, where Song Chu lived. It was easy to imagine how uncomfortable it was.
“Xiao Yang.”
Ji Xiao turned around at the voice.
Song Chu had taken a shower and walked over to him in a bathrobe of the same style.
Ji Xiao moved aside, watching Song Chu sit down next to him, and said softly, “Don’t you usually stream dinner? Why did you stream a late-night snack today?”
Song Chu gave him a dark look.
They had just had a fight this afternoon.
Song Chu had bought groceries and wanted Xiao Yang to help wash the vegetables.
Not only did Xiao Yang refuse, but he also started cursing, saying that even cooking required help washing vegetables—was he some kind of young master?
Song Chu’s original intention was to have some interaction and ease the tension between them recently, but he got a scolding instead.
He angrily dropped the vegetables and went to his room, not even cooking dinner, let alone eating.
Song Chu took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, hugged Ji Xiao, and said in a soft voice, “Xiao Yang, let’s make up, okay?”
Ji Xiao saw him clinging tightly, looking like he was on guard against being pushed away, and gently patted his back: “Call me Xiao Ge.”
He wasn’t pushed away as expected.
Song Chu looked up at his calm, pale face. His eyes no longer had the recent irritability and coldness; instead, there was a hint of gentleness.
Song Chu’s eyes stung: “Xiao Ge.”
Song Chu wasn’t that deeply in love with Xiao Yang.
After all, they had only truly been together for a short month.
Xiao Yang had always been polite and restrained, and the closest they got was holding hands and hugging.
But the past half month, his behavior had been truly disheartening.
Why had Song Chu traveled thousands of miles to this city to meet him?
Because he harbored illusions about love.
Because he had illusions about the elegant and charming game partner he met in the game.
He hadn’t come out for dinner tonight; he had been thinking in his room all along.
He knew deep down that what he liked was the initial image Xiao Yang had presented, a life with someone’s company.
But perhaps Xiao Yang was not the ideal partner.
He had already started considering leaving, but he thought, wait a little longer.
And then he waited.
Tonight’s Xiao Yang was different from usual. Not only had he adjusted, but he also seemed better than when they first met.
Feeling the warm hand on his back, Song Chu mustered up the courage to lean in and kiss his lips—a brief touch—then buried his head in Xiao Yang’s shoulder, gripping him tightly, afraid that he would get angry.
Ji Xiao took the opportunity to pick him up and walk toward the master bedroom.
“Xiao Ge?”
“The second bedroom is too small. Let’s sleep in the master bedroom.”
Song Chu blushed.
Black Cat: “…” My host sure gets into character fast.
My host is super amazing. He gets into character as soon as he says so, and he acts devoted for a lifetime.
The key is, after four worlds, he hasn’t shown any signs of breakdown or being lost.
Every time he withdraws, he’s clear-headed and rational.
What kind of divine host is this!
Ji Xiao didn’t do anything. He just held Song Chu and fell asleep peacefully.
Song Chu dreamed of love and longed for companionship, but he wouldn’t obediently submit. That’s why he eventually couldn’t take it anymore and left.
After a night of sleeping embraced with his lover, all the anger and grievances from before seemed to be smoothed away. Happiness showed in every corner of his eyes and brows.
Especially when he woke up to find the bedroom clean and tidy, and walked into the living room to see Ji Xiao bringing breakfast from the kitchen.
Song Chu: This is love!
Ji Xiao saw his foolish look and said helplessly, “Go wash up, then come eat breakfast.”
Song Chu: “Mm, mm!”
Black Cat sighed: “I feel like he’s a match for Wei Yan.”
Ji Xiao: [Your feeling is wrong.]
Black Cat: “…” Hmph.
Before coming to this city, Song Chu didn’t have a job; he just streamed at home.
After arriving, he knew that Xiao Yang also didn’t have a job, so he proactively found a nine-to-five job, and after coming back from work in the evening, he would stream cooking.
He was originally a food streamer.
He was cute, his cooking was pleasing to the eye, and he had beautiful hands. For his fans, watching him eat was an enjoyment.
Moreover, he would explain while cooking, teaching fans many dishes.
After finishing breakfast, Song Chu prepared to go to work.
Before leaving, he mustered up the courage to ask Ji Xiao for a good morning kiss, then left cheerfully.
After seeing Song Chu off, Ji Xiao cleaned up the table and returned to his room. He turned on the computer and logged into the game Xiao Yang often played.
As soon as he logged in, he received several messages.
[White Clothes Like Snow: How’s it going? Did you suppress him? Did he behave?]
[White Clothes Like Snow: I was right, wasn’t I? First, give him the honeyed bait, then gradually cool off. Let him feel the drop. I’ll teach you the next steps.]
[White Clothes Like Snow: He’ll definitely not escape your palm, and you can play games every day without worry.]
Ji Xiao sat on the chair, looking at those messages with an indifferent expression.
[White Clothes Like Snow: Huh? You’re online? How is it? How is it?]
Ji Xiao didn’t reply. Instead, he opened the game’s chat history and took a few screenshots.
Xiao Yang was a scumbag.
But this “White Clothes Like Snow,” who had been teaching him “experience,” wasn’t any good either.
Maybe without White Clothes Like Snow, Xiao Yang would still be a scumbag, but…
Ji Xiao curled his lips: “Trash belongs in the trash can.”
Black Cat: “Right, right… Host, what are you going to do?”
Ji Xiao looked at White Clothes Like Snow, who was still blabbering, logged into a messaging app, found a group, quickly privately messaged two people, and sent the screenshots.
The screenshots showed White Clothes Like Snow bragging about how he had gradually subdued his little boyfriend to be obedient.
Xiao Yang and White Clothes Like Snow got along well, starting from teaming up in the arena. Later, they realized they were of the same kind, and their friendship grew.
After White Clothes Like Snow boasted about how obedient his little boyfriend was, how he took care of him like a servant, Xiao Yang was tempted.
After all, birds of a feather flock together.
[White Clothes Like Snow: Why no reply? Didn’t it work?]
Ji Xiao finally deigned to reply: [Have a good journey.]
[White Clothes Like Snow: ???]
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