Liu Jie, who was engaged in a fierce battle in the King's Canyon on the other side, asked a crucial question:
"Male or female?"
Hao Zhangwen: "Female."
Liu Jie: "Take a look at the photos."
The fat man angrily retorted, "It's V! Where did you get this photo?!"
Taking advantage of the brief moment when the screen turned gray, Liu Jie scratched his head:
"But last time I saw a verified account, it was exposed."
The fat man roared, "Then it's not called V!"
The virtual YouTuber industry has evolved into many different types.
The fat man is a fundamentalist.
Virtual YouTubers emphasize the virtual aspect. Only those who adhere to their character settings, exist in the two-dimensional world, and never reveal photos or even information related to the three-dimensional world can be called V.
Lu Yibei is a religious reformer, so he mainly doesn't show his face. He occasionally turns on his camera to show some of his hands and feet, and even if he's just chatting with you about everyday things, he's still considered a verified user.
Liu Jie is a neutral party. He doesn't care whether you show your face or not. As long as you're in the live stream wearing a costume, you're a verified user.
As for Zhao Xun.
He's a chaotic evil faction, what the hell is this "V" stuff? The ones in Night City 2077 are the real "V"s!
Lu Yibei ignored the two people's friendly exchange.
He went to the balcony to get a washbasin, humming "The slowly falling maple leaves are like longing, I light a candle to warm the autumn at the end of the year," and then went into the bathroom.
When he came out again with a steaming towel on his head.
The king remains the king, and the songwriter continues to write songs.
Lu Yibei smiled, the thin clothing making him feel once again how cold the late autumn at the end of the year could be without candlelight.
He immediately rolled over and got into bed.
After pulling himself up under the warm blanket, he immediately took out his phone, intending to tell his girlfriend, "It's time to go to sleep." But as soon as he turned on the screen, he saw several unread messages.
[Chen Wei: Senior, Wang Jue said her throat hurts]
[Chen Wei: I told her that drinking more hot water might not be a good idea?]
[Chen Wei: But I feel that if I don't say anything, it seems like I don't care enough]
[Chen Wei: Senior, what should we do?]
…
[Chen Wei: But I still told her.]
[Chen Wei: But I feel that just talking isn't enough; I also need to show my own actions.]
…
[Chen Wei: Should I send pears or pomelos?]
[Chen Wei: Pears can relieve coughs and reduce phlegm]
[Chen Wei: But pomelos also have cooling and detoxifying properties!]
…
Chen Wei: I sent some fragrant pears.
[Chen Wei: Wang Jue said she really likes to eat it]
…
Lu Yibei scrolled down through the messages in surprise.
…Fuck you.
He didn't reply to a single message. How can he send so many messages just by talking to himself?
Looking at the chat history, Lu Yibei hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't bear it.
[Heading North: Hmm, that's good]
Chen Wei replied instantly.
[Chen Wei: Thank you, senior!]
Lu Yibei: ...
Thank me for what?!
Who cares about you!
I know who you are!
Lu Yibei shook his head helplessly and opened the pinned chat box.
He had barely opened the app when his girlfriend, with perfect understanding, sent him a message.
【Qingqian: Dingdong】
[Qingqian: Please check your inbox, my boyfriend.]
[Qingqian: Transferred file "My Girlfriend's Sincere Apology Letter.doc"]
Lu Yibei: ...
He chuckled, "...No."
You're actually writing it?
He clicked on it.
Then he leaned back slightly and squinted.
What is this?
Opening:
"I like you, I like you, I like you, I like you, I like you..."
halfway:
"I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry, so sorry, so sorry..."
Then I checked the word count.
The word count is just right.
300.
I looked at the layout again.
I like you 50 times, and I'm sorry 50 times.
“…”
Lu Yibei was speechless for a moment, then chuckled and shook his head.
Ji Qingqian was a little anxious.
Lu Yibei had only been open to the file for a little over a minute when his girlfriend sent him another message urging him to hurry up.
[Qingqian: Have you seen it?]
[Abei: I've seen it]
[Qingqian: How is it?]
[Abei: Excellent writing skills]
[Abei: I can understand the author's sincere feelings from the concise language]
[Abei: The author's words are so powerful they could move even ghosts and gods to tears.]
[Abei: Such simple and unadorned writing, yet it is deeply moving, bringing tears to my eyes.]
[Abei: In short, all the praise can be condensed into just two words.]
[Abei: "Tears welled up"]
[Qingqian: Ouch]
[Qingqian: The compliment made her blush a little]
Lu Yibei chuckled softly.
He could imagine the expression on Qingqian's face on the other end of the phone; she pursed her lips slightly, her bright eyes darting around.
She definitely wasn't blushing, but she must have been very cute.
[Qingqian: Then Mr. Boyfriend should forgive Ms. Girlfriend.]
[Qingqian: Cat waving and winking.jpg]
Lu Yibei smiled.
He then seemed to be deep in thought, and quickly opened the weather forecast.
The forecast indicates that Hangzhou will have sunny days for the next few days, and the temperature will rise, reaching 17 or 18 degrees Celsius during the day.
[Abei: To celebrate this moment of national jubilation]
[Abei: Also to commend my girlfriend for writing such an outstanding article]
[Abei: I've decided to take my girlfriend out tomorrow afternoon.]
[Abei: My girlfriend should be free this afternoon, right?]
[Qingqian: I originally planned to meet with Secretary of State America]
[Qingqian: But since my boyfriend has said so, let's cancel the meeting.]
[Qingqian: Let him die!]
[Ah Bei: My boyfriend has such a big reputation!]
[Qingqian: Yeah, it's huge~]
[Qingqian: The universe is so vast~]
Lu Yibei looked at the chat interface between the two.
As usual, Ji Qingqian didn't ask him where he was going.
She was always ready to go with him, but never asked about the destination.
The melody rang in Lu Yibei's ears again.
"The slowly falling maple leaves are like longing~ I light a candle to warm the autumn at the end of the year~"
He then pulled down the status bar.
As temperatures drop, we're about to enter the last month of the year, and it really is almost the end of the year.
Midsummer, late autumn, and then... early winter.
[Abei: I'll come find you tomorrow]
[Qingqian: Yes, I'll wait for you]
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com