Chapter 53 Tech Streamer? No, Comedy Streamer
When I woke up again, it was noon the next day.
The phone on the bedside table vibrated.
It was Wen Jing calling.
Wen Jing pressed the answer button, and his dazed voice surprised his assistant.
Even if President Wen doesn't usually attend the morning meeting, he still gets up early for a morning run to maintain a healthy lifestyle. It's already noon now, so if he's not taking a nap, then he must have been indulging in debauchery yesterday.
"What is it?" Wen Jing's voice was lazy.
The assistant reported the minutes of this morning's meeting and listed in detail the unexplained expenses on the company's books, as well as the investment plans of a shell company manipulated by a certain vice president.
Song Nian'an's expression turned somewhat strange, a wicked thought creeping in.
He slowly climbed off the bed, taking off his bathrobe little by little, revealing his shoulders.
She even mouthed the word "husband".
His slender legs were hooked under the white bathrobe, and he lifted them up to step on the edge of the bed.
It subtly conveys affection, shimmering with the colors of spring.
Song Nian'an's hot breath landed on Wen Jing's neck, but she didn't press it against him.
Once you've tasted the forbidden fruit, you'll become bolder.
However, reckless provocation always comes at a price.
"I'll hang up now, we'll talk at the company." Wen Jing had reached her limit.
It needs cleaning up.
Song Nian'an quickly hid under the covers, curling herself up like a turtle.
No matter how much Wen Jing kissed her, she wouldn't let go of the blanket.
Song Nian'an slowly read a single expression in Wen Jing's eyes: 凸(艹皿艹 )
The rest of the scene was horrific.
That evening, Song Nian'an thought of Zhihua, who was lonely at home, and insisted on going home.
Wen Jing could go back and take care of some company matters.
After getting home, I lifted the litter box, scooped the cat poop, and then lay down on the sofa to play on my phone.
One was in the study, and the other was in the living room.
Both of their consciousnesses were transported to the bedroom bed.
Song Nian'an squinted and lay down, watching Zhihua bury her head in the canned food and eat it with relish, and she herself became hungry.
After fussing around for a while, I cooked a bowl of noodles and gave one to Wen Jing.
Song Nian'an knocked gently on the door, placed the noodles on the table, and then went out.
Wen Jing's typing was very loud, as if he was dealing with something very difficult.
When he saw the bowl of noodles, it had already clumped together, but he still ate it all in big mouthfuls.
Song Nian'an teased the cat, then looked at the 99+ comments on Weibo that kept popping up on his phone. He casually tapped and scrolled through them, and they were all urging him to go live.
Since he was exposed as a novice in the finals, he hasn't dared to stream.
Occasionally, I would glance at the comments and fan group messages; they were all curious fans waiting for him to personally verify his identity.
Well, there's no time like the present, so let's do it today.
He turned and walked into the e-sports room, adjusted the camera angle, and started his broadcast in a spectacular fashion.
The broadcast had just started, and before the game and camera were even turned on, a huge wave of viewers flooded in.
"Ah Nian! I was there that day! You were so calm!! You didn't expose the imposter in the end!"
"Is that Ah Nian herself? Why is she still in the dark?"
"Hmph, I bet he's too scared to come out now. He's afraid Shen Zhuangyue's fans will come and attack him, that's why he's been hiding. He's just a small streamer, he doesn't have any talent, he just relies on a sugar daddy, what's he so arrogant about!"
"The person upstairs is just a hater. Ah Nian doesn't have much strength yet!"
The moment Song Nian'an turned on her camera, the screen was flooded with comments. Her face was covered in dense text, like some ancient talisman.
"Holy crap, the camera...the camera's on!!"
"Honey, honey, you've finally decided to come out and see me!"
...
"Don't shout upstairs, watch out for the empty space ahead!"
A colorful notification appeared above the system: Enter the live stream room.
"Blank Brother is here! Sure enough, the boss appeared as soon as the broadcast started!"
"You two are so sweet together, you're a perfect match!"
"Was today's live stream officially announced?"
"The lady upstairs is right! I even managed to take a picture of their profiles that day, I practically licked my phone screen until it cracked!"
At this moment, Song Nian'an spoke up, "I'm not a beauty streamer, don't go astray."
System notification: Send 100 roses to Anian.
Wow! Roses!! Is this a confession of love?!
Finished work? The live stream has just started.
Blank messaged me: Want to start a game?
Song Nian'an nodded, and the two started playing duo queue.
When it came time to parachute, Song Nian'an felt that jumping to Pochinki all the time was boring and said to the audience, "This time I'll play jungle."
Jungle play? No more shooting skills?
Song Nian'an smiled and jumped into an unknown jungle area with Blank.
Blank ran ahead, with Song Nian'an close behind. After running for a long time, they didn't even see a single human. Song Nian'an immediately lost interest.
"I'm sorry, everyone. I miscalculated. I thought this would be a boxing match, but it turned into a parkour special."
He suddenly stopped and punched the empty buttocks.
A blank turn around, and a teammate accidentally gets injured?
"I didn't mean to, it was just a slip of the hand!" Song Nian'an said in a coquettish tone.
I just wanted to touch it, so what?
The comment section was filled with laughter.
"How did Ah Nian change her personality? She even dared to beat up Kong Bai!"
"You don't understand, do you? Hitting someone is a sign of affection, scolding someone is a sign of love!"
"This is what a tech streamer is all about!"
The parkour took a long time, but we finally found a car.
While Kong was driving, the live streamers were gossiping about whether Anian and Kong had girlfriends.
Song Nian'an said with a smile, "Women will only affect the speed of my punches."
Only a man can load my bullets.
...
Wen Jing was stunned for a moment, and then Mai said, "As expected, a tech streamer."
The two of them managed to make it to the finals by relying on their jungle farming skills.
Finally, for the sake of the show, Song Nian'an turned on all her microphones and said to the two men, "Why don't we throw away our equipment and have a real man's contest?"
The two agreed.
When Song Nian'an stood naked in the middle of the grass, unsurprisingly, he was shot in the head.
"You! How can real men go back on their word!"
A young woman's voice came from the other end: "I never said I was a man."
The comments section mercilessly mocked Anian, with some fans even laughing so hard they wanted to bang their fists on the table.
"Forget it, stop arguing. Anian is a comedy streamer, not a comedian."
"He was all reserved before, but after showing his true self, he finally let loose and went all out, hahaha."
"That's hilarious! I'm laughing so hard. They could have won with skill, but they lost because of their idiocy."
"It's not ripe yet. Blank isn't stupid enough to strip naked. Look!"
The viewers in the live chat were immediately distracted.
Blank tossed a cigarette, helped the naked Song Nian'an up, and took off his own level 3 helmet and level 3 armor, giving them to him.
Song Nian'an was seething with anger, and she threw one bomb after another at him.
In the final firefight as the safe zone shrank, the screen lit up with the message "Winner Winner Chicken Dinner!"
Another question was asked in the live chat.
"A-Nian, you have no mercy for women! You've riddled the girls with bullets."
Song Nian'an stroked the cat lying next to the keyboard and said, "Among female animals, I only have eyes for my little cat."
After chatting with fans for a bit and playing with the cat, Song Nian'an logged off.
He doesn't make money from live streaming anyway, since he's still in school and is married. Live streaming is something he does by chance.
Humming a little tune, she went to the study to check on her handsome husband, only to find him not there.
Back in the bedroom, the sound of water constantly drilling into my ears made my nerves tense up, and the scenes from yesterday replayed in my mind.
After taking a shower, Wen Jing was only wearing a pair of pants, her body still smelling fresh and damp, and a few drops of water could still be seen in her hair.
"The pretty livestreamer's off-duty?" Wen Jing joked.
Song Nian'an retorted, "I'm not a looks-based streamer, I'm a skills-based streamer!"
In the mind of an esports enthusiast, acknowledging skill is far more important than praising looks.
Wen Jing looked down at him, lifted his chin and said, "I know better than anyone that you have both good looks and skills."
After saying that, he carried the person to the bed.
I don't know how much time passed.
It looked like it had been cut in half at the waist; it couldn't move at all.
Song Nian'an lay wearily on the bed, while Zhihua stomped on his chest, complaining about her little master's neglect.
"Tsk," Wen Jing's eyelids drooped halfway as he raised his hand and lifted Zhihua by the back of her neck, bringing her close to his face. "She can even show her face in your live stream." She looked pitiful. "When will I be able to have a legitimate reason to do so?"
"You're jealous of the cat?"
Song Nian'an took Zhihua and held her in his arms, saying, "This is our child, so you must treat her well."
Wen Jing picked up his water glass, took a sip, looked at his phone for a while, and said to Song Nian'an, "I have to go out for a meeting next week."
Song Nian'an braced herself against the edge of the bed and sat up.
This is the first time Wen Jing has gone on a long trip since they got married. How could they bear to let him go!
"Can I... come along? I mean, I'd like to learn from you too."
After saying that, she felt bad, since it was Wen Jing's job and she didn't want to bother him.
"I was just kidding, I was just... worried you were too tired."
I wonder if someone will ply him with alcohol at the dinner table, or send some beautiful women to his room in the middle of the night.
"Then be careful by yourself while you're on your own."
Wen Jing was amused by the two voices. "I'll video chat with you from my room, okay? When I'm busy, you can go find your assistant."
Song Nian'an nodded, and the two drifted off to sleep.
The next day at school, Cheng Letian saw him constantly rubbing his lower back and teased him, "You haven't been to class for two days! You're so tired. Do you want me to find you a massage therapist to give you a massage? You've overdone it, so you need to eat something to replenish your energy."
"I'll beat your sister!"
Thinking that Wen Jing will be going on a business trip in a couple of days, I feel a little sore inside.
On their way to the teaching building, the two ran into Professor Huang, who was on his way to class.
"Good morning, professor!" the two said.
"Good morning! I was just about to tell you that we're planning to take our senior colleague to an architecture design seminar. Would you be interested in coming along?"
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