Chapter Three: The Playful Relationship Between Fans and Sponsors
Song Nian'an's brain was really trying to work, but he found it was all useless. Faced with such an overly handsome face, his obsession with good looks was so strong that he really couldn't bring himself to curse.
But at this moment, Wen Jing was no longer the gentle man he once was; he resembled a mischievous child with a wicked smile on his face.
"What? You don't want to?"
Looking at the person who hadn't spoken for a long time, Wen Jing straightened up and stared straight at him, but his overall posture remained elegant and proper.
"Did I do something wrong? Or did I misunderstand? Young Master Song suddenly appeared in front of me tonight and threw himself into my arms. It doesn't seem like a coincidence at all."
Who proposes like that right off the bat? But even a second of hesitation is disrespectful to the guy.
Song Nian'an clearly sensed the threat in the tone. Seeing the person in front of her with such ease, she knew she still had no room to refuse. After a long while, as if she had made some huge decision, she nodded and said, "Okay."
The Wen family's status in S City is immeasurable, so what is the Song family compared to them? Besides, this is his favorite role, so there's no reason for him to refuse.
He took a deep breath, and his previously frozen mind began to work again. "Why choose me?"
Despite Song Nian'an's unusually calm demeanor, her inner defenses had already crumbled, and her grief was overflowing like a river. She still needed to ask for clarification.
Hearing the dejected and lifeless voice that suddenly appeared in his ear, Wen Jing smiled and gently stroked the little guy's soft hair. Sure enough, his doe-like eyes lit up instantly.
After slapping someone, you always have to give them a sweet treat; this is a method Wen Jing often uses to train his pets.
“There aren’t that many reasons for things in this world,” Wen Jing laughed. “Besides, maybe we just click? And I think you… are quite interesting.”
Song Nian'an pursed her lips, not understanding what he meant by "very interesting," and remained melancholy.
Unexpectedly, she didn't die at the hands of the original female lead during her first step in transmigrating into the book. Instead, she was manipulated by the male lead's uncle and even agreed to marry him.
Fortunately, although he's not quite the ideal man, at least he's good-looking and rich. Anyone who rejects him must have a problem with their character. If you don't care about money or looks, what else can you do?!
Wen Jing stared at the person who was in a daze, his eyes flashing. His gaze towards Song Nian'an held a deeper meaning. He could see right through the person's thoughts, both on his face and in his heart, and he was indeed very easy to understand.
"What good would it do me to marry you?" Song Nian'an pondered for a moment but didn't forget the important matter.
“I’ve also benefited, I need you.” Wen Jing looked into his pitiful doe eyes and a wicked thought suddenly came to mind. He added, “To fulfill all the duties of marriage.”
"Really getting married?" Song Nian'an was shocked! Who can have their husband become a real husband just by talking nonsense?! And there are responsibilities too? Could it be that there's something else he's thinking about?
He scanned the person in front of him from head to toe, and when he found that Wen Jing was not joking at all, his cheeks immediately flushed and his ear tips turned so red they could bleed.
Although I am male and sexually attracted to men, I don't feel any physical aversion to marrying or having intimate contact with men. However, I always feel like I've been sold after marriage. I wonder if I'll have any sexual obligations?
Although she called him "husband" in her heart, Song Nian'an felt a little timid when it came to actually going to the last step...
Listening to his inner thoughts and seeing his furrowed brows in genuine distress, Wen Jing realized that Song Nian'an's thought process was truly absurdly different from others, and his smile deepened.
Finally, a suitable toy was found. "Of course it's real. I'll come pick you up the day after tomorrow."
Afterwards, because he had other things to take care of, Wen Jing asked the driver to take the person home after teasing them, and he didn't return to his own home until late at night.
He had just finished showering when his phone, which was on his desk, sent him a message that a streamer had started broadcasting. Remembering the new game tournament that had started today, and since he couldn't sleep anyway, he went to his study and logged into the game, opening a streamer's live stream as usual.
As soon as I entered the live stream, a barrage of comments immediately flooded in, all saying:
"Welcome to the top-ranked guy on the blank leaderboard!"
"Brother Blank, I miss you so much!"
"Blank Brother finally asked Anian to play games!"
Blank is the nickname given to Wen Jing, the top fan, by this group of fans.
Because his profile picture was blank and his name was also blank, apart from occasionally receiving lavish gifts from the famous all-around streamer Anian in his live stream, ranking first on the leaderboard, and playing a couple of games with the streamer during his game sessions, everything else was a blank, with no trace of him online, hence the name.
Wen Jing was already used to these bullet comments and didn't pay much attention to them.
He glanced at the streamer wearing the exquisite fox mask, noticing the tiny nose and pink lips peeking out. He felt a sense of familiarity, but the feeling was fleeting, and he didn't dwell on it. He simply asked in the chat box, "When will the game start?"
Song Nian'an sat in the gaming chair with his legs drawn up, staring at the blank profile picture of the guy who appeared on the screen in the live stream and a sentence in the chat box. He frowned and looked at the blank profile picture. He suddenly remembered that this was the top fan he had seen when he went through the replay of the live stream!
The richest guy on the leaderboard!
The total number of zeros from the tips was so high that Song Nian'an couldn't even count them all. Thinking about this, a smile immediately appeared on her lips.
Before he transmigrated into the book, he was a live streamer, so when he saw the live stream notification on his phone after returning home, he realized that the seemingly timid "Song Nian'an" in the original book was actually an all-around great live streamer with a million fans!
Playing the piano, singing, playing the flute, and playing games—his skill points are maxed out. Every time he goes live, he has a main stage. In the original story, one of his live streams was a singing main stage.
This gave Song Nian'an a sense of familiarity, and she immediately went through all the live stream replays, discovering that the original owner of the account was quite skilled at managing it.
The key game was a sniping game, which Song Nian'an was good at, so he got interested and immediately started playing. He picked it up very quickly and was overjoyed!
So Song Nian'an, who inherited the original owner's live stream, immediately started her game live stream, which happened to coincide with a game tournament. Within minutes, she saw the top-ranked fan asking when the game would start.
He put on his headphones, sat up straight, and immediately said, "We can start now. I invite you, Blank Bro."
This was the first time Wen Jing had heard him call him that, and he was slightly taken aback.
When they used to play games, the two of them hardly spoke except for basic instructions, and the streamer named Anian also seemed timid.
However, the name Anian reminded him of a certain unusual little deer. Just thinking about that person who stared at him blankly, saying one thing and meaning another, made Wen Jing chuckle involuntarily.
He was wearing headphones and had just entered the game with his microphone on, so his sexy, slightly magnetic laugh naturally flowed into the live stream, instantly causing quite a stir in the chat.
"Holy crap! Did Blank just smile?! That was so damn sexy!"
"Blank Brother actually smiled! Is it just my imagination? Someone who's so aloof in the game actually smiled!"
"Hahaha, look at Anian! Isn't Anian's face blushing from being teased!"
The comments section was immediately stirred up, with everyone saying, "Why is A-Nian's face so red?"
"What exactly is the relationship between Anian and Blank? Is it the kind of fan-sugar daddy relationship I'm thinking of?" and so on.
Song Nian'an was wearing earphones with a hanging ornament. The impact of that light laugh just now was the greatest on him. He covered his red cheeks and quickly stopped the barrage of comments, otherwise he would be banned.
She couldn't help but think to herself, "My husband's voice is the sexiest, the most alluring. What does this matter!"
On the other side, Wen Jing exclaimed, "Achoo!"
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