Chapter 74 The Young Master Experiences Life: Ning Buyi Dawdles and Slows Down...
Ning Buyi reluctantly got out of bed and went to the bathroom in his room to wash up. The walls were brand new and smooth, and the toiletries that had already been opened were already laid out on the sink. He didn't fully wake up until the cold water hit his face.
Today is a big day; he's going to start broadcasting again.
Ning Buyi pushed open the room door and naturally swept away the breakfast that Da Xiong had left for him on the dining table. Next to the clean plate was a sticky note that read, "Clean plate reward [refrigerator]".
His curiosity was immediately piqued; what was it that was being made so mysterious?
The boy slid to the refrigerator with a nimble foot, opened the door, and was immediately hit by a blast of cold air. In the middle of the empty refrigerator sat a small, exquisitely designed cake.
He took out a small cake that was still cool, with a note on the plastic lid that read: "Lunch can wait until I come back."
Taking advantage of his owner's inattention, Ning Buyi smirked and took out his phone to send Li Chang a message: "Brother, it seems your brother is about to have a new brother."
The boy sighed, then stroked his non-existent beard with feigned maturity. "Who eats little cakes now that I'm all grown up?"
Inside the internet cafe, Li Chang stared wide-eyed at the message, then frowned as he glanced at the beggar-like figure lodging by the door. "Damn it," he thought, "that old bastard has probably sent his son away somewhere."
Thinking of this, he remembered something and called over an old customer: "Hey, could you help me send this package later?"
The old customer scratched his head and responded, glancing at the glass door. There, wrapped in a dirty, army-green quilt, lay on a cardboard box. He asked, "Who's that? Why is he always here? Oh, by the way, where's my brother?"
He realized he hadn't seen that handsome little boy for over a week, and Li Chang wasn't exactly a pleasant sight.
Li Chang bared his teeth like a big dog, guarding Ning Buyi's ownership: "What 'our brother'? That's my brother, he's moved out. That package is for him, you can send it via SF Express."
The old customer laughed twice, picked up the box, and walked out of the door as the automatic door opened and closed. He walked ahead on his own, the sound of the wind masking his footsteps, unaware that a figure was vaguely following behind him.
Inside an office on a high floor of an office building, the sound of a computer running mingled with the sound of wind rattling against the window. Zhu Yanhe was signing a document with black ink written on white paper in his hand, while a live stream was playing on the computer next to him.
He didn't specifically look for it; he just casually scrolled through and happened to see a streamer with a silver glint on her neck. The background happened to be their home, so Zhu Yanhe would glance at it every now and then and send one or two small gifts. He didn't dare to send more for fear of being recognized.
Ning Buyi didn't want to wear this longevity lock, but it was too expensive. He knew he would lose it if he didn't wear it, and if Zhu Yanhe did something bad, he would be helpless!
The electronic screen only showed the area from his neck to his chest. A pile of paper test papers was placed in front of the solid wood table. Ning Buyi's chest was pressed against the table, and his gaze was fixed on the questions. The only moving thing in the live stream was the barrage of comments. If it weren't for the movement of his pen, passersby would have thought he was just a background figure.
The newly opened live stream room had no traffic and hardly anyone. There were only five people in the room, including Zhu Yan and Long. Another reason was that Ning Buyi was doing a live stream for no apparent reason. He just wrote words in front of the camera without showing his face or speaking, and there wasn't even any sound.
There weren't many people, and there were only one or two comments every now and then.
"Can the streamer turn on the sound?"
"It looks so reassuring; it would be even better if there was sound."
Ning Buyi, head bowed, didn't see it. His white teeth were biting the pen nib as he pondered a math problem. Zhu Yanhe threw a slightly larger gift, causing a special effect to flash on the screen, the light shining on Ning Buyi's hand. Only then did he look up.
Zhu Yanhe is planning to take a slow and steady approach this time; spending too much at once would likely arouse suspicion in Ning Buyi's little mind.
Ning Buyi then noticed the two comments hanging in the live stream. He obediently moved the mouse, and the sound of a boy's breathing and the sound of a pen scratching paper filled the live stream.
"That feels so good..."
"Holy crap, it has to be done unintentionally to help you fall asleep."
Ning Buyi lowered his head again and quietly worked on the questions at hand. Zhu Yanhe put down the documents in his hand, turned his head and stared at him. His slender fingers gripped the pen tightly and hovered over the test paper for a while. He guessed that Ning Buyi must have encountered a question he couldn't answer.
While collecting evidence last time, Zhu Yanhe also inquired about Ning Buyi's high school days. His teacher described him as a very smart but also somewhat foolish child. His classmates, on the other hand, said that despite his seemingly foolish appearance, he was incredibly shrewd during exams.
It's said that he's always in the top ten of the whole school. Zhu Yanhe couldn't help but chuckle, looking at him with her eyes crinkling. She never expected that Ning Xiaozhu, who looked like a fool, had put all his talent into studying.
He knew what Ning Buyi would do in the future; his little mind was quite good at keeping secrets.
Zhu Yanhe propped her head up, imagining Ning Buyi, the little pig, doing the problem. She imagined his eyebrows furrowing into a deep frown, or his face contorted in a grimace, his mind still racing with thoughts of how difficult the problem was.
But a moment later, the person on the screen put down their pen again, the swishing sound constantly striking the audience's eardrums through the sound hole, creating an indescribable itching sensation, mixed with light breathing sounds.
The clear, warm sunlight streamed onto the bed from behind, seemingly passing through the screen as well. The scene was serene, bringing a sense of tranquility that inexplicably warmed my heart.
Zhu Yan regularly sends a few gifts that don't meet the special effects standard. When these inexpensive gifts are sent, the screen won't light up, so they won't disturb Ning Buyi while he's doing his own work.
Since the sound was turned on, more people have clicked into the live stream from outside, now there are about ten people in total, but the comments are still stuck on the first two.
Most people probably thought Ning Buyi was a sleep aid blogger, so they just logged in and stayed asleep.
As the number of well wishes and gifts poured in, the live stream's popularity soared, and the barrage of comments, which had initially consisted of only two lines, began to scroll.
"I'm going to sleep..."
"My goodness, it feels like lying on the grass, sunbathing and sleeping."
"Innate Sleep-Aiding Sacred Body!!"
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However, Ning Buyi didn't see any of this. He was focused on writing the questions. He was also keeping a calm mindset when he started live streaming, thinking that he would earn money if he could and not if he couldn't. This was a new track with few predecessors, and Ning Buyi could only explore it in this way.
Ning Buyi felt that studying was the most important thing, and as for money, he could pay in installments later. He wouldn't go to work-study programs then!
A glint of light adorned her eyelashes. Ning Buyi reached out and pulled up half of the curtain, then sat back down in her chair and began chewing on her pen again.
Ning Buyi's little face scrunched up. The questions in front of him weren't difficult. He hadn't looked at his textbooks for a few months, so picking them up again would be quick. But there were some parts he didn't understand. No, he wouldn't get good grades!
The person in the live stream was unaware of these things; they were simply making a request:
"Don't the streamers have any other tricks up their sleeves?"
"Sigh, I kind of want to hear whispers."
"The host's hands are so white~ They're perfect for tapping and rubbing hands."
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Ning Buyi didn't specifically buy a microphone; it just so happened that the slightly damaged sound quality scraped against one's eardrums, as pleasant as ripples created by someone gently playing with one's hair and skin.
The boy reached out and turned the pages, the sound of the paper rubbing against each other constantly. The pen was casually tossed on the table. Ning Buyi leaned back and stretched out his arms before his eyes relaxed and glanced at the screen.
Dozens of people were already watching the live stream. The viewer on the right who contributed the most was a black profile picture who had already sent him a bunch of gifts. Ning Buyi's eyes widened as he counted the numbers. Could he really earn so much money just by doing his homework?
Only after his mouth slowly closed did he scan the comments. The boy blinked even more confusedly. What were they saying?
Ning Buyi looked at one of the comments, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing together. His fair fingers were calloused from holding a pen, and the unique friction sound was recorded in the microphone, along with a slight panting sound mixed with the sound of his sleeve brushing against the paper.
"I felt so good that I writhed like a maggot in bed."
"Is this streamer really a newbie?"
"Followed... Hope you broadcast more."
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In the office, just as quiet as the live-streaming room, Zhu Yanhe maintained his composure, propping his chin up slightly and staring intently at the slender neck.
He couldn't help but recall that day, when the blushing boy was in his arms, tilting his head back and rubbing his moist lips against him, while Zhu Yanhe's fingertips lightly tapped the table, the speed of which unconsciously increased.
His thoughts were racing; he was now thinking about what Ning Buyi wanted to eat for lunch.
There was a sudden knock on the office door. Zhu Yanhe responded, and the person who had been waiting outside pushed the door open and came in. A dark blue folder was placed next to a pile of documents.
"Mr. Zhu, the information you requested has been collected."
"Um."
He reached out and took it, opening it so quickly that a strand of hair on his forehead fluttered. His gaze swept lightly over the brochures about the technology industry beneath him, as he pondered something to himself.
He glanced at his watch after a moment, then suddenly asked, "What do you eat when you're not eating at the company cafeteria?"
Zhu Yanhe didn't plan to take the company cafeteria food back with him. Ning Buyi had eaten there too many times. With his puppy-like sense of smell, he would probably be kicked out before he even opened the door. But he also had no experience with so-called affordable meals. When Ning Buyi ate something bad, he would droop his non-existent ears.
Not really.
The assistant paused upon hearing his boss's words, his face showing barely suppressed shock. No, what did he just hear? Their boss, Mr. Zhu, was asking them what they wanted to eat? Was the young master experiencing life?
The assistant collected his thoughts: "We usually don't eat in the cafeteria, but rather at small restaurants serving stir-fries. For example, there's a place downstairs from the company that everyone eats at quite often."
Zhu Yanhe glanced at him and nodded thoughtfully. It sounded like a compliment on how delicious the food was. He glanced at the restaurant with a long queue outside and couldn't help but frown. The restaurant was filled with the smell of cooking oil and the air was thick with the aroma of stir-fries from the open kitchen. But that's exactly what people came for – the lively atmosphere.
Thinking of this, Zhu Yanhe's brows relaxed, and he stepped into the shop on the porcelain slab. From the moment he entered the shop, many people's eyes were on him.
Zhu Yanhe merely glanced at them indifferently, standing there with his hands in his pockets, exuding an air of noble elegance. He had countless employees under his command, and those here were undoubtedly his staff. However, Zhu Yanhe couldn't understand why they were looking at him with hesitant expressions. Was it strange that he was here?
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Author's Note: The closest I've been to poverty was when I was having dinner with Ning Buyi, but now...
Ning Buyi was unhappy because Zhu Yanhe had secretly gone on a business trip without him. Was it just because he had classes? What kind of excuse was that? He couldn't accept it. So, he refused to answer Zhu Yanhe's calls at home and turned off the power to the webcam so Zhu Yanhe wouldn't see him. The consequence of this was that Zhu Yanhe shortened his work hours and came back the next day to spank Ning Buyi on his lap. [doge emoji]
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