Chapter 9 He Cares About Me So Much
Gong Huai suppressed the turmoil in his heart, gave Ning Zhiran a polite smile, and sat back in his seat.
This little rabbit tooth is quite good at manipulating people's hearts.
Gong Huai remained in shock throughout the entire class. That smile would flash through his mind every few minutes. But until the end of the class, he didn't hear Ning or Adam scold him, nor did he hear what the teacher was teaching.
As soon as the professor announced the end of get out of class, Ning Zhiran pulled Adam away, as if she didn't want to stay even a second longer.
When he saw Ning Zhiran leave, Gong Huai realized, oh, right, he had to check whether Ning Zhiran would buy an Upass after school. Thinking of this, Gong Huai followed him out.
Ning Zhiran didn’t buy it as expected.
Didn’t buy…
Gong Huai paused, and the suspicion in his eyes completely disappeared.
Haha. I see.
While chatting enthusiastically with the unfamiliar "Miss G", he could brag to his friends that they got along very well and it was very heartwarming.
As a result, he secretly tried every means to attract my attention every day.
Ning Zhiran, you are really amazing.
A respectable enemy.
However, Gong Huai is not an unreasonable person. If you like him, then so be it. It's nothing.
But Gong Huai really didn't want to waste another five and a half minutes of his life.
Gong Huai turned around, walked into the Upass office, and bought one. Soon, a student parking permit was ready and handed to him.
He took it, squeezed it, turned and walked out the door, took out his cell phone and called Chen Yan.
The phone was connected after just two rings. Gong Huai got straight to the point: "Chen Yan, there's something I need your help with."
"Hey, Master Gong, is there ever a time when you need help? Tell me, what's the matter?"
"...I want to hold a raffle at the side door of the school. I'll set up a stall in the parking lot and do a small raffle. I can't show up in person, so you can just help me out."
Chen Yan was obviously surprised. "You want to hold a lottery at school? Sure, but what are the prizes?"
"Upass."
"ah?"
…
Ning Zhiran returned home, reviewed his notes from the day, had a quick meal, and started the live broadcast on time.
He sang everything he could and couldn't sing, from love songs to pop songs, from English to Cantonese, but the comments were sparse and G didn't show up the whole time.
It was so lonely. Just like his heart.
G did not appear during the entire live broadcast until it ended at midnight.
What happened today?
Ning Zhiran began to feel uneasy.
Could it be that the top lady on the list has changed her mind? Is she giving gifts to someone else? Doesn't need him to chat anymore?
No, no, this won't work.
Ning Zhiran sat there anxiously for a while, but finally put his pride aside, opened the private message bar, and prepared to take the initiative to connect with the VIP customers.
Ningning: Baby, I didn’t see you come today. I sang a lot of songs, it’s a pity you didn’t hear them.
Ningning: Did I say something wrong last night? Are you angry?
Ning Zhiran was very satisfied after he finished sending it. He felt that he had struck a good tone, neither tacky nor sincere.
At this level, the number one girl should reply after seeing this, right?
As a result, Ning Zhiran waited for five minutes.
G: I have something to do today. I’m busy.
Ning Zhiran frowned and thought for two seconds. Busy? Was he going to give gifts to other streamers?
In order to pay for future tuition, Ning Zhiran quickly calmed down and decided to take a step back:
Ningning: Thank you for your hard work. You should get busy first. Don’t reply to me yet. Business is more important.
As a result, as soon as this sentence was sent, G replied immediately.
G: I’m done.
Ning Zhiran was delighted. It seemed that G was planning to continue chatting with him, so he simply took the opportunity to find a topic:
Ning Ning: It’s a pity that you didn’t come to the live broadcast today. I specially sang the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau that you requested last time.
G replied quickly:
G: Don’t sing this song anymore.
G: No need to sing it specially.
Huh? Why aren't you allowed to sing again?
In order to get him to sing this song, G even specially gave him a carnival. This guy's temper changes so quickly.
However, whatever is said by the number one on the list is the imperial decree.
As long as Sister G is still willing to continue giving him gifts, let alone Gao Yuan, she can even ask him to sing Qinqiang. If he doesn't know how, he can learn it on the spot.
Ningning: Yes, sir. I won’t sing then.
Ningning: I'll do whatever you say.
Ningning: I'll listen to whatever you say, okay, baby. I'm responsible for being obedient, and you're responsible for spoiling me (sticky).jpg
After Ning Zhiran finished posting, he thought about it and wondered if what he posted was a bit too disgusting or too ambiguous.
It seems that it is indeed a bit. Ning Zhiran shook his head, his whole body felt a little hot, and he dug his toes into the ground, wanting to withdraw, but it was too late.
really.
G: Don’t post this kind of stuff anymore.
G: The last time.
Ning Zhiran covered her face with her hands, each finger was extremely stiff.
ah!
As expected, I used too much force and it was too sexy. I’m going to lose my job!
He quickly made up for it and sent several emoticons.
But G didn't reply at all.
It's over!
G wouldn't be disgusted with him, right? Would she stop coming? If G never came again, how would he pay for his tuition? How about trying a part-time job delivering Domino's Pizza tomorrow?
Ning Zhiran's mind was working rapidly, trying to think of how to remedy the situation.
His eyes lit up in his desire for money.
Ningning: Boss, I feel relieved when you say that.
Ning Ning: To be honest, I felt awkward after I posted that. That’s not what I meant.
Ningning: Fortunately you don’t have that idea!
G: Fortunately?
Ning Zhiran took a deep breath and decided not to beat around the bush. He would just say what he thought. Sincerity was the ultimate weapon.
Number one sister on the Xiaoxiaobang list, this time, I must control you severely and establish a new personality by the way.
Thinking of this, Ning Zhiran stopped typing and directly pressed the voice button to send several voice messages:
"Boss, you know my family situation. I'm truly grateful for the gifts you gave me. It comes from the bottom of my heart."
"I'm an ordinary person who makes a living by my voice. I don't have money for tuition and living expenses, so I come here to chat."
G didn't reply for a long time, and Ning Zhiran was unsure. He said quickly:
"I just want to do what I need to do, pay my bills, finish my studies, and I can't think about anything else."
"So when you said the other day, 'You don't have any other thoughts about me,' honestly, I was relieved. I can be a bit blunt sometimes, and I don't think before I respond, but I'm not unaware of the boundaries that should exist in this industry."
"I sell my voice, my companionship, nothing else. As long as you're willing to listen to me sing, I'll always be here. If you want to hear something in the future, just tell me in advance and I'll practice it in advance. I'll take it absolutely seriously."
There was silence for another ten minutes.
Why didn't you reply? Did you overdo it again?!
Is it too serious and selling the character too much?
Just as Ning Zhiran was daydreaming, the screen finally lit up.
G: How was your day?
Yo.
How was your day?
This sister G is really a tsundere. She speaks coldly, but she still tries to start a topic on purpose.
Judging from this, this reply was probably sent after a long time. When G sent messages before, he always used every period and punctuation mark, but in this message today, he was so anxious that he didn't even type a period.
It looked like he didn't care, but in fact, he cared about every word. It seemed that those voice messages did have some effect.
How can I get G to watch the live broadcast every day?
Ning Zhiran leaned back in his chair, lowered his head and began typing seriously.
He told G about his daily routine today. The whole day went smoothly. He knew all the questions on the quiz in class. When he got home, he even fried two sausages without any oil spills.
G: Did that thorn in your side show up today?
Ning Zhiran's eyes lit up, and he was so happy at the thought of having another chance to curse the palace dogs with others.
But Ning Zhiran changed his mind and realized that he had just taken great pains to coax the person back. If he really started complaining, he was afraid that G would think he was spreading resentment every day.
He thought for a while, then typed a safer version and tried:
Ningning: Boss, you have a great premonition. I was actually about to tell you.
Ningning: But I'm afraid you'll think... I'm too negative when I keep sending you these messages. Do you get annoyed by my constant complaints?
G: Go ahead.
G: I'm fine.
Ning Zhiran felt a surge of warmth in his heart, relieved. Just as he was about to open up and tell Gong Gou about all the trouble he had today, another message popped up from G:
G: He’s still drinking Evian today?
Ning Zhiran chuckled. The number one sister had a good memory. She still remembered him complaining about Gong Gou pretending to be cool by drinking Evian from a glass bottle!
He typed quickly, with a bit of excitement as if he had finally caught the chance, and began typing:
Ningning: Boss! You don’t know, this palace dog is weird today.
G: Let me listen.
Ningning: We had another class today. He was very strange. Today he took a bottle of normal mineral water, just stood in front of me, stared at me, and drank the whole bottle in one breath.
Ning Ning: The look in his eyes gave me goose bumps. It was as if he was trying to estimate my price per kilogram.
Ning Ning: I tell you, he is probably ill, the kind that a mental hospital would need to issue a certificate for.
G was silent.
Ning Zhiran felt that this was not enough, so he added:
Ningning: Wasn't there a quiz today? He handed in the paper in two minutes and left. He definitely couldn't finish it. I guess he handed it in for nothing.
G: How do you know he can’t write it?
Ningning: He definitely won’t
Ning Ning: This friend of mine can't even write a paper, and he wants to pay me to write it for him. What a bunch of idiots!
Half a minute later.
G: Haha.
Ha ha.
It seems that G really laughed.
Ning Zhiran was very happy and cursed them a few more times, saying that they were all very pretentious when they came to school and even their laughter was that of rich people.
Ningning: Really, I hate it as much as I can.
G: Oh? That's so annoying.
Ning Zhiran said that was incredibly annoying, and then proceeded to chat with G a bit more. Later, she felt like she'd been cursing him too much, starting with his university classes, the odd boss he'd chatted with in the past, his favorite food, and the song he was currently practicing. G's replies were often brief, but he always responded quickly to everything he was asked.
Time passed quickly, and it was not until G said he was sleepy that Ning Zhiran realized that it was three o'clock again.
A wonderful night, of course, must have a wonderful ending. Ning Zhiran hummed a song while doing business:
Ning Ning: Actually, I was quite disappointed when you didn’t come to watch my live broadcast today. Now I feel much better. When you come, I feel like the world is bright again.
He immediately regretted it after sending it and was about to retreat, but the opponent was a beat faster than him.
G: Come on
Ning Zhiran fell back into the bed with his head tilted back, smiling with his white teeth showing.
Ningning: Hehe
The two said good night to each other. Gong Huai locked his phone with a serious expression, but his fingers were still on the screen and he didn't move them away.
There was a desk lamp on in the room. He leaned against the head of the bed, Ning Zhiran's voice echoing in his mind over and over again.
Gong Huai was still replaying the voice messages sent by Ning Zhiran in his mind.
"I'm truly grateful for the gifts you gave me, from the bottom of my heart."
"I just want to do what I need to do, pay my bills, finish my studies, and I can't think about anything else."
"I sell my voice, nothing else."
Don't sell anything else.
Gong Huai slowly closed his eyes.
Little Rabbit Teeth's tone was earnest, not a single word was wasted. It was clear he'd prepared it carefully before posting it. It was completely different from the way he'd scolded himself. He was quite serious.
It is true that being a chat host can make money quickly, especially since Ning Zhiran has excellent voice conditions and he is willing to work hard. It will not be difficult for him to transform himself and become a top host in the future.
In this fickle industry, Xiao Tuya's eyes remain clear. She is restrained, measured, and self-aware. She's not blinded by money, nor has she been spoiled by fans.
This is quite interesting.
He felt an unexpected admiration for Ning Zhiran.
Gong Huai opened his eyes, picked up his phone, opened the voice messages and listened to them. After that, he opened Ning Zhiran's Instagram and looked at the close-up selfie for a while.
Fortunately, I didn't delete it.
Those eyes are fragile and sensitive, it's a pity not to use them as profile pictures.
Gong Huai stared silently for a few seconds, then finally turned off his phone, put it back on the bedside table on his left, lay down on the bed, folded his hands, closed his eyes, and prepared to fall asleep.
…
Um.
really.
This rabbit tooth scolded me for a long time again today.
...He cares about me so much.
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