Chapter 77 Would you say that to Zhu Yanhe too? (Zhu...)

Zhu Yanhe's account has been showering so many gifts for several days in a row, and scattered fans have followed suit. After all, Y is their cheeky girlfriend, and only two other accounts have been sending such large-scale gifts. One is "Poverty Can Move," and the other is user 94317.

"You look familiar, host."

Ning Buyi leaned closer to look at the comment, his tone filled with incomprehension: "Why does it look familiar? I didn't even show my face."

That's a lie, right? He hasn't even shown his face, how could he look familiar?

"When will the streamer start connecting with other streamers?"

“I also feel a sense of familiarity, like my confused son.”

"Is it from the next section? Someone I watch while eating..."

"Just give the streamer some gifts and you'll see."

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Ning Buyi selectively ignored the fact that they all had such sharp eyes that they could find him among so many streamers. But since he didn't show his face, he could just deny it to the death!

He went live via the back-end chat. The person on the other end had a large electronic screen behind them, with some kind of classroom message on it. They also looked like a live streamer.

Ning Buyi narrowed his eyes, not understanding why he wanted to connect via voice chat. The person on the other end didn't seem to be there to ask questions, but rather to cause trouble. He pursed his lips and remained silent.

The middle-aged man opposite had the words "Brother Qiang teaches math" written on his head, which looked like it had the words "He's up to no good" written on it from any angle.

Even after the red mark on Ning Buyi's fingertip fades, she still feels a chill down her back.

The middle-aged man spoke first, breaking the silence between the two screens: "Hello, little friend, I have a few questions I'd like you to do."

It wasn't sincere at all, so of course he had to refuse. The middle-aged man smiled as if he'd been working a long time and with a hint of disdain. Ning Buyi could tell the man was fake. He waved his hand and said, "Hello, I don't do it."

"Hahahaha, I really want to learn how to be as decisive as a live streamer."

"A familiar feeling, Wanwan reminds me of you, ahh."

"Is that why Sister Y came here too?"

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The other person's face stiffened, and the hand holding the stylus froze in mid-air, seemingly not expecting Ning Buyi to refuse so bluntly. At least come up with an excuse, after all, what the live stream needs most is a persona and image.

He regained his composure: "Little friend, isn't your live stream supposed to offer free problem-solving?"

The comments were scrolling by.

"This streamer is amazing. He teaches in class to sell his courses, and you've stolen his spotlight."

"The more I look at him, the more he looks like my silly son."

"Ignore him, he only explains one problem during a live stream and then sells ten courses. The key is that the courses are usually good, but you can't really say that..."

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Ning Buyi replied, "No, my live stream is for watching me do math problems."

This was his original intention, and it hasn't gone too far astray. He just explains the problems to reinforce understanding while doing practice problems!

The middle-aged man, repeatedly rejected, grew defiant, speaking bluntly to provoke the young man: "You can't write? Then teaching others here is just misleading them."

He thought that young people were all hot-blooded and would fall into the trap of self-justification when questioned, and that the determination on their faces was impossible to hide.

Ning Buyi is completely unmoved by this.

"Why are you so annoying? I don't want to answer you." Ning Buyi shut him down and removed him from the live stream. This guy was too annoying; he had no obligation to play along!

"I wish I could live like a livestreamer at least once."

"The streamer must be our jerk!"

"Well done, baby."

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Ning Buyi only wants to answer questions for people who genuinely have problems. Those who don't seem to have a problem are definitely just looking for trouble. This is the truth he's learned from streaming for so long.

This little incident passed quickly, and Ning Buyi continued to change the microphone. The person kept coming in and applying, and Ning Buyi moved him every time he applied. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore and blacklisted him.

No one paid any attention, thinking the streamer was just trying to attract attention.

"Have a meal."

There was a soft knock on the door, and a calm electronic voice came through the wooden door. Ning Buyi responded and then left the live broadcast room after finishing explaining the question they had asked.

The person wearing the hood skillfully opened and arranged all the lunch boxes, so Ning Buyi only needed to use chopsticks to eat: "I have some things to do these two days and won't be back. Someone will deliver your lunch to your door."

"Why did you bring me food if you weren't coming back? I could have ordered takeout." Ning Buyi squatted on the chair, the wooden chair with a soft backrest supporting him so he wouldn't fall off.

Mr. Bear said as naturally as a parent would when giving advice: "Takeout food isn't clean. This is all freshly cooked."

Ning Buyi nodded obediently, ready to let it go in one ear and out the other; he wanted to enjoy it!

Unexpectedly, Big Bear, as if he could read his mind, said, "We need to video chat while we eat."

The boy immediately deflated, biting his chopsticks. He still longed for the right to eat independently—mala tang, mala xiang guo… Brother, I miss you…

Why does everyone have to care about him? Zhu Yanhe and I have already broken up, but they still care. Mr. Xiong also cares about him here and there. Ning Buyi has the end of a chopstick in his mouth and his eyes are rolling around.

The bear slowly turned its head, its two large, dark eyes staring straight at him: "Are you going to waste food?"

Ning Buyi shook his head vigorously, insisting that he absolutely could not waste food, but he wouldn't waste it if the bear didn't give him any.

Big Bear sighed softly: "Send me what you want to eat."

Ning Buyi's eyes crinkled into a smile, and she picked up food faster than usual. Da Xiong then asked, "Did something happen to your live stream?"

The boy was puzzled and replied, "No."

Big Bear added, "I've been in the live stream the whole time."

Ning Buyi's hand, holding chopsticks, hovered in mid-air as he asked, "Are you Little Pig Going Home?"

Mr. Bear nodded slightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing; it seemed just right to acknowledge this identity.

"Then why did you send me gifts? You don't even have much money yourself."

Ning Buyi's tone carried a hint of reproach. He implicitly acknowledged that Mr. Xiong wasn't very wealthy, since his job involved helping people on the street and he had to share a house with him.

His answer was stiff, and his reasoning was simple: "Sending gifts can attract traffic to your site."

Ning Buyi chewed the food in his mouth vigorously: "Don't wash it anymore, I don't need to anymore."

Big Bear lowered his head slightly, and his emotionless electronic voice slowed down a bit: "Is it because of Zhu Yanhe? I saw him, he's above me."

Why is he suddenly feeling wronged for no reason?

Ning Buyi shook his head and explained, "It's not because of that, it's because I don't need it."

The light reflected in the two round, patch eyes looked as if they were filled with tears: "Would you say the same thing to Zhu Yanhe?"

Ning Buyi didn't understand what was wrong with him, but he himself would never say such things to Zhu Yanhe.

"What kind of mushroom is this? It looks pretty delicious." Ning Buyi tried to brush it off by giving a vague answer.

Zhu Yanhe is different to him, but he doesn't explain why. Maybe he's known Zhu Yanhe for a longer time.

Mr. Bear finished packing and left without saying a word. Ning Buyi still didn't know what that mushroom was called.

Ning Buyi didn't do a live stream in the afternoon. He opened his wardrobe for the first time in a long time and picked out some clothes. He didn't know when it started, but there were more and more clothes in his wardrobe, and they were all bought by Zhu Yanhe.

He simply put on a random outfit, pulled up his coat and hat, and went out.

Today, Sister Zhu said she was going to treat him to dinner, and Ning Buyi even asked Zhu Yanhe in advance if he was there, because he didn't want to see that annoying guy.

"I'm sorry, Ningning." Zhu Zhu clasped her hands together. She had come specifically to apologize, though she didn't expect Ning Buyi to forgive her.

"Sister Zhu Zhu didn't do anything wrong to me." Ning Buyi was a little confused. He waved his hand, wondering why she was apologizing right away!

"No, it's all my fault for forgetting to delete the photos and my dad found them, which is why Ningning..." Zhu Zhu clutched the hem of her dress tightly, speaking cautiously.

Ning Buyi was taken aback and asked, "Photographs? What photographs?"

Ning Buyi still doesn't know why he was dumped and had his account banned. He only knows that it was Zhu Yanhe's fault and that it's not so easy to forgive her!

Zhu Zhu pulled out the photos from her chat history with her brother and handed them to Ning Buyi.

The boy's face instantly turned from white to red, and the tips of his ears were tinged with rouge. On the screen, he stood on tiptoe, intimately close to Zhu Yanhe, and the moonlight quietly shone on the two of them.

How could Zhu Yanhe kiss him like that! Stealing a kiss is one thing, but sticking out her tongue too! Shameless! Yet, he secretly tried to recall what that feeling was like, only to find his mind blank.

Zhu Zhu withdrew her hand and placed a box on the table: "Ningning, I'm really sorry, so I want to make it up to you. I brought you a little gift."

Ning Buyi let out an "Ah," and he waved his hand habitually: "It's nothing...no need for gifts or anything."

Ning Buyi didn't feel anything was wrong; it was all in the past, and he was doing well now, so he didn't dwell on the past.

"Ningning, you must accept this. I know it's hard to make up for it, but you must accept it."

Zhu Zhu really didn't know what gift to choose, so she knitted a scarf herself, albeit with some difficulty, but she felt it wasn't quite right. Zhu Zhu then asked her brother, and although his suggestion was quite unbelievable, she still bought it anyway.

Ning Buyi couldn't refuse, so he reached out and took the box. The lid was opened, and on top was something carefully wrapped and soft. The boy gently took it out, and below it was a complete set of practice questions for preparing for the college entrance examination.

"Wow, thank you, Sister Zhu Zhu!"

Ning Buyi touched the scarf, the soft touch lingering on his fingertips. He smiled gently; it was the first time someone had given her something he had knitted himself.

Their gaze then turned to the set of exercises, which contained some questions that their class teacher had previously created, but they didn't have access to them, making them relatively niche.

"I love so much!"

If he finishes writing this set of answers, wouldn't he be able to do even better on the exam?

Ning Buyi grinned and happily accepted it.

Zhu Zhu asked the question that concerned her most, because she had accidentally disrupted Ning Buyi's life: "Ningning, are you alright now?"

Ning Buyi nodded vigorously, he thought it was great. He found it very convenient to do live-streamed exercises, and it also helped him consolidate his knowledge. The boy was beaming with joy.

Zhu Zhu then asked, "Ningning, have you decided to be with my brother?"

The smile that had just appeared froze on his face: "What do you mean, 'together'?"

Zhu Zhu frowned: "My brother said that you two have cleared up the misunderstanding and are together again."

Ning Buyi was initially confused, then his face turned incredulous, and finally his brows furrowed tightly as he inwardly cursed Zhu Yanhe.

"Him, he, he! Who's with him?!"

"Oh, because a few days ago he said he was going to put blankets all over the house, I thought you guys had already..." Zhu Zhu described what happened when she ran into her brother.

Zhu Yanhe thought that Ning Buyi didn't like wearing slippers, so she simply laid out blankets all over the place so he wouldn't catch a cold.

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The author's note: Ning Buyi posted Zhu Yanhe's information on the question "Can I marry this man?" and the host analyzed it line by line on the other end.

"185, actually only 180cm tall with shoes on, that's 185cm."

"A mild temperament means that one can be occasionally irritable."

"A net worth of hundreds of millions? That's pure hype."

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Ning Buyi nodded as he watched, agreeing with everything the anchor said. Zhu Yanhe came over and, seeing this, whispered the anchor's script to him.