Chapter 56: The Anchor Brother Loves Me 03 "When you are my girlfriend, I will...

Ye Ling didn't bring much stuff from her hometown. Her shabby clothes only filled half a suitcase, and she finished packing everything in less than half an hour.

The guest room was fully equipped with bedding and other daily necessities, which had been arranged by Li's parents who were on a business trip. He could just bring his bags and move in immediately.

As soon as Ye Ling had some free time, the thoughts in her mind immediately became restless.

[Host! Come on! Country bumpkin, green tea character! Use your clumsy excuses to harass the protagonist!]

Ye Ling thought for a long time, then went out to seek help shyly.

"Um, brother..."

As a result, just as the line began, the study door, which was only half-open, was ruthlessly closed.

With a "click", Li Feng locked the door.

Ye Ling breathed a long sigh of relief.

No need to chat up! Great! He pressed the corners of his mouth, wanting to spin around three times in place to celebrate his escape.

Li Feng's cold eyes could freeze him even through the door.

I haven't completely relaxed yet.

“Click.”

As soon as he turned around, the heavy wooden door was opened a crack again.

Ye shuddered and stood at attention, his light blond hair almost standing on end.

Li Feng's expressionless, handsome face appeared behind the crack in the door. His dark eyes swept across his frightened face, and he said in a cold tone, "What do you want to eat tonight? Tell Auntie yourself, or order takeout."

"I'm not..." Ye Ling just started talking.

"Bang!"

The door closed again with a crisp sound.

Ye Ling: "..." He blinked at the closed door.

So... opening the door was all you needed to tell him this? This feels so weird... like a bird owner filling a bird feeder through the cage, saying "eat it yourself" and then walking away?

It is no exaggeration to say that Li Feng grew up surrounded by stars.

He is gifted and comes from a prominent family. He has always been at the top of the pyramid since he was a child.

As he is, it is impossible for him to accommodate and take care of a "brother" who appears out of nowhere, is rustic, has a timid look, and is suspected of not being very smart.

trouble.

These two words are his entire definition of Ye Ling, and they have not changed until now.

...and it will not change in the future.

He locked the door, put on top-notch noise-canceling headphones, and completely isolated the "little troublemaker" from his own world.

The best solution is to ensure that both are not interfered with.

[Host! Look! He's ignoring you!] 778 was jumping up and down in Ye Ling's mind, [There's been no progress on the mission! How can this be?! We must increase our efforts! Harassment! Harassment everywhere!]

"But he locked the door..." Ye Ling muttered softly.

"What's the point of locking the door?! This is the internet age! Host, go! Go to his livestream! Brush up the comments! Make him feel your presence with your passionate words!" 778 commanded passionately.

Ye Ling was forced by the system. He returned to his spacious and clean guest room, took out his old smartphone, downloaded the "Mo Yu" APP, the live broadcast platform where Li Feng worked, and registered an account.

He was prompted to enter his ID.

ID... Ye Ling tilted his head, thinking hard. What should a pervert be called? He remembered wanting to follow Li Feng, wanting to get closer but not daring to get too close...

Brother Feng’s little tail!

[Not bad! Host! Very chikan-like!] 778 gave it high praise.

Ye Ling gained confidence and clicked into Blade's live broadcast room.

The surging sound of battle in the game instantly filled my eardrums, and the screen was flooded by the surging torrent of barrage.

[Blade's amazing move! 666!]

[Husband, look at me! Husband is so handsome! ]

[Ahhhh, this positioning! This anticipation! Amazing!]

Amidst the sea of ​​comments, Ye Ling posted a few messages using the ID "Brother Feng's Little Tail": [Brother, good evening!] [Brother, you're awesome!] [Brother, are you tired?]

His barrage of comments was like a few tiny specks of dust thrown into a rushing river. Without even a splash, they were instantly submerged in a sea of ​​hundreds of crazy barrages per second.

Ye Ling persevered in brushing dozens of lines, and her fingers became sore.

The stern man on the other side of the screen, who was controlling his character to kill everyone, never responded to him once.

The only sounds coming from the earphones were Li Feng's occasional, extremely brief tactical instructions, which were calm and clear, but had nothing to do with Ye Ling.

Ye Ling collapsed onto the soft bed in frustration: [778... This is useless... He has too many fans...]

778's electronic voice also revealed a sense of frustration: [It seems that conventional barrage attacks are ineffective. We need... a strategic upgrade! Open up a second battlefield!]

Ye Ling raised her head: [Second battlefield?]

[Yes! That's right!] 778's light ball lit up with excitement. [Apply to become a live streamer! That way, you can post comments or send private messages to his live stream room as a 'companion'! The platform has special markings for live streamer accounts! But remember, don't show your face! Don't reveal any personal information! This is your harassment cover!]

There is almost no threshold for the platform to apply for anchors. In just half an hour, Ye Ling successfully passed the review and became a new anchor.

778 emphasizes the following: [When you privately chat with Blade, remember to emphasize that you are a man! He never chats with female fans!]

Ye Ling found the golden "Blade" account, opened the private message interface, and started typing.

[Brother Feng's Little Tail] private message to [Blade]:

[Hello, Master Blade! I'm a fan! I'm a new streamer and I'm terrible at gaming! I heard you're the best! Can I ask you a few questions?]

Send. Ye Ling held her breath and waited, her heart pounding.

A few seconds later, the private message box actually jumped!

Blade: [?]

A cold question mark! But he replied! He replied!

Ye Ling was so excited that she almost jumped out of bed: [778! He replied to me! He replied to me!]

[Quick! Host! Seize the opportunity! Emphasize gender! Quick!] 778's voice was also filled with excitement and electricity.

Ye Ling's fingers trembled as she quickly typed: [Um... Master! Don't worry! I'm a man! A real man!] Send!

Li Feng seemed to pause for a moment.

Ye Ling stared at the screen nervously, fearing that the question mark just now would be the end.

Blade: [?]

Another question mark! But no rejection!

In order to prove his "male" identity and let Li Feng let down his guard, Ye Ling decided to put his knowledge into practice and input the "self-certification" he had learned on the Internet into the chat box:

Feng Ge's little tail: [Watasi Da? Husband! I am a man! I am a male? Sex!]

Sent successfully!

Ye Ling let out a long sigh, a hint of pride on his face, and his golden head slightly raised, as if he had accomplished an amazing feat.

On the other side of the screen.

Li Feng had just finished a fierce battle and was taking a short rest in the gaming chair, his slender fingers casually swiping his phone.

He never replies to private messages on the platform.

But the new anchor with the ID "Feng Ge's Little Tail" who claims to be his fan...

He has never published his real name "Li Feng" on the Internet. He is not sure whether the "Feng" in the other person's name is a coincidence, or whether the other person is someone who knows him in real life, or whether the other person... has found out his real name through some illegal means.

He had no interest in this kind of boring chat and sent a question mark just to test the waters.

But it turned out that he was definitely overthinking it.

Then came the line "I'm a man! A real man!"...

This person...can't possibly have the brains to peel off skin.

Then, he saw the latest message that popped up.

"Watasi, a man? I'm a man? I'm a male?"

Li Feng: “……?”

A rare crack appeared on his face, which had been frozen for thousands of years.

What the hell is going on? Late-stage Chuunibyou? He rubbed his brows and tossed his phone aside.

Time passed as Ye Ling waited anxiously, and the sky outside the window gradually darkened.

“Gurgle—”

Ye Ling finally came back to her senses from the confusion of "Why didn't the master reply to me again?" and remembered that Li Feng said there was food in the refrigerator.

He went downstairs to the kitchen and opened the huge double-door refrigerator. There was a wealth of food inside, but he... had no idea how to prepare it. He searched around and finally took out a carton of milk and a few slices of bread, intending to make do with it simply.

He turned around holding the milk bread and was startled.

Li Feng had come downstairs at some point and was standing silently at the kitchen door with an expressionless face.

"Is this all you want to eat?" Li Feng's eyes swept over the shabby dinner in his arms.

"Ah? Hmm..." Ye Ling nodded subconsciously, then remembered her character and mission, and quickly forced out a flattering smile, "I can't cook. Brother Feng, are you hungry? Do you want to eat something too?"

Li Feng didn't respond, but just looked at him silently. That look made Ye Ling's heart beat fast.

Just when Ye Ling thought he was going to leave with a cold face again, he opened his mouth again: "Where's Auntie?"

As soon as he said that, he paused, as if he had just remembered: "...Oh, today is a holiday."

While his parents were away on business, he was used to living alone and was not particular about food and drink, so he simply gave the live-in aunt a long vacation.

Normally, I could just order takeout like I did the other day, but today there was an extra person at home...

Just then, the phone in my pocket vibrated.

He took it out and saw it was a message from his mother. It was time for dinner back home, and she urged him to take good care of the son of an old friend who had come from afar. She emphasized that Ye Ling was only 18 years old and in the prime of her growth, so she must not neglect him...

“Gurgle—”

As if to prove how timely her mother's instructions were, Ye Ling's stomach protested loudly again. Li Feng wanted to ignore it, but the tips of Ye Ling's ears turned red... it was hard to ignore.

"...I'm a little hungry," Ye Ling was also a little embarrassed and tried to excuse herself quietly, "If I order takeout now...it seems like I'll have to wait a long time."

Li Feng looked at him silently for two seconds, and finally uttered two words without any emotion: "Wait."

After saying that, he walked around Ye Ling who was frozen in place, opened the refrigerator directly, and took out several ingredients from it neatly.

Ye Ling stared blankly at him as he rolled up his sleeves and skillfully washed and cut vegetables, then started cooking. His movements were as smooth and flowing as the way he typed on the keyboard, a delight to the eye.

[Host! Godsend! The protagonist top actually took the initiative to cook!] 778 urgent reminder, [Quickly praise him! Use that admiring, starry-eyed tone!]

Ye Ling immediately came to the cooking table, opened her eyes as wide as she could, blinked, and expressed her admiration sincerely: "Brother Feng, you are so amazing! You can even cook!"

He pursed his lips halfway through his speech and added awkwardly, "Hey, unlike me, I'm clumsy and can't do anything right..."

Li Feng's hands did not stop stir-frying at all, as if he had not heard this wave of deliberate flattery and self-deprecation, leaving him aside.

With a few clangs, the first dish came out of the pot neatly, filling the air with fragrance.

In less than twenty minutes, two dishes and a soup were served on the table. They were simple yet delicious.

Ye Ling sat stiffly opposite Li Feng, eating in small bites with pretended reserve. The food tasted so good that he almost wolfed it down, but remembering his mission, he forced himself to hold back.

After filling his stomach a little, Ye Ling folded his hands on the table and put on an appearance of humbly asking for advice: "Brother..."

Li Feng raised his eyes, his gaze cold and expressionless.

"Um... what games do you usually play? I see you're still doing live broadcasts. A lot of people like you. You're really awesome!" He tried to make his tone full of admiration.

Li Feng paused while picking up the food, and glanced at him sharply: "Can you see clearly from the door of the study?"

"...Yeah!" Ye Ling was stunned by the question, but immediately forced herself to calm down and started to flatter him without thinking, "Just listening to the sound makes me feel so amazing! You type so quickly and accurately, it feels like the enemy is gone before they can even react! I've never seen anyone with such fast typing speed in my hometown! And I heard from my uncle and aunt that you've always had top grades... As expected, smart people are good at everything! Unlike me..."

As he spoke, he secretly observed Li Feng's expression, trying to lead the topic to the ultimate goal, "Brother, can I ask you..."

"Not only do you have good eyesight," Li Feng interrupted him abruptly, putting down his chopsticks, leaning back slightly, and looking at him, "you have good hearing too."

Li Feng’s anchor account “Blade” is supposed to be a secret that Ye Ling shouldn’t know.

"Ah..." Ye Ling was a little stumped by the counter-question, her eyes began to wander uncontrollably, and she changed the subject in a dry tone, "Um... Oh, right... You, you can cook too, you're so versatile."

Li Feng looked at him, who was obviously guilty but still trying to brag, and said nothing more, but the probing look in his eyes almost solidified.

There was a full five seconds of silence, which made Ye Ling's scalp tingle and she almost wanted to run away. Only then did Li Feng pick up his chopsticks again and said lightly, "Eat."

Ye Ling felt as if she had been pardoned. She immediately buried her head in her food and ate it, wishing she could bury her face in the bowl.

The meal drew to a close in an eerie silence. Ye Ling had almost finished her meal when she stole a glance at Li Feng, who was leisurely sipping his soup.

Ye Ling racked his brains and felt that he had to say something to restore his precarious impression.

"Brother Feng..."

Li Feng raised his eyes again, with a barely perceptible hint of "What do you want to do now?"

Ye Ling blinked her eyes and tried to imitate: "You cook so deliciously, whoever becomes your girlfriend in the future will be super happy!"

"Puff—cough cough!"

Li Feng was caught off guard by this straight ball. A mouthful of soup got stuck in his throat. He turned his head away suddenly and started coughing violently. A thin layer of red instantly spread around his ears.

It took him a long time to turn around and stare at Ye Ling with an extremely complicated look - surprise, speechlessness, and even a hint of... embarrassment at being hit in a strange spot by this overly straightforward and clumsy compliment.

Ye Ling felt uneasy under his gaze, wondering what she had said wrong again. Didn't they say online that praising a boy's cooking is a good way to pave the way for him to be a good boyfriend or husband? He was clearly studying very hard!

He usually hates this kind of pretentious and roundabout flattery the most, especially the "green tea" behavior with obvious purpose... He gets sick of it just by watching it.

But unfortunately...

This little troublemaker's acting is pathetically bad, and his lines are memorized stiffly. His admiration and praise sound silly and full of loopholes. Every hair on his head is shouting "I'm acting!"

But strangely, he didn't feel a trace of real annoyance in his heart.

On the contrary... those eyes are too pure, and even if they say the most "tea" words, it is hard for people to be hard-hearted and scold them.

Even listening to the stuttering but extremely hard-working flattery, especially the last sentence... an extremely enjoyable and comfortable feeling bubbled up uncontrollably from the bottom of his heart, almost making him unable to hold back the cold expression on his face.

He simply stood up, picked up the empty dishes and turned to walk towards the kitchen sink, leaving Ye Ling with only a cold back that looked as if he was about to draw his sword in the next second.

He stood in front of the sink, letting the cold water wash over the dishes. Finally, he couldn't help but uttered an annoyed "tsk".