Chapter 51
Yanghe was wandering aimlessly around the area when he heard the two girls chattering about a few unpleasant keywords, which made him stop.
He was sensitive to sound from a young age, and even though Tang Mimi and Lemongrass lowered their voices later, he still heard them clearly.
These two streamers are trying to frame someone.
He didn't recognize the person being mentioned, but vaguely sensed that it was someone like Da or Mingzhu.
He sighed slightly at how fast the livestreaming world was changing. He then looked around the crowd and found a chubby guy who seemed easy to talk to, asking him if he knew Z and Mingzhu.
He mispronounced the "z," but the fat man understood immediately. He pointed towards the dining table and said, "Dude, there are four people over there eating small cakes. The one with long hair is Mingzhu, and the tall one in black pants is Z Da."
This time Yanghe heard clearly, z.
He politely thanked them, walked to the vicinity of Z University and Mingzhu, took a glass of wine, and pondered how to tell them that someone was trying to frame him.
Unexpectedly, after he only glanced at him a couple of times, the long-haired man turned around sharply, his gaze piercing straight at him.
Yanghe was startled, his heart pounding in his chest. After a moment, he smiled at him, indicating that he meant no harm.
But he quickly hardened his expression, remembering how unsightly his face looked now, how frightening his smile was, and whether the other person would think he was provoking them...
However, the long-haired man seemed to accept his gesture of goodwill. He said a few words to the people around him, and the four of them turned around and walked towards him.
They're both handsome, each in their own way.
Yanghe suddenly thought inappropriately, "Among them, do I look completely different?"
"Who are you?" Deng Puyue asked with a smile after eating some sweets for a while, her mood improved.
Yanghe said, "My name is Yanghe."
"Ah!" Deng Puyue, who was already the encyclopedia of livestreamers among the four, widened her eyes in admiration upon hearing this, exclaiming, "Yanghe! You're Yanghe! Your voice is so beautiful! No wonder you're the livestreamer with the most female fans on the entire platform—"
Before Yanghe could even offer a wry smile in rebuttal, he eagerly presented a cupcake covered in pink cream, his voice booming: "Here you go! This is the last one! The pink cream on top is filled with a new type of marshmallow that tastes like egg tarts. It really melts in your mouth. This is made using a new molecular gastronomy technique. I took a week of classes at a baking school, and I could only catch a glimpse of the machine that makes this. It's incredibly valuable!"
Deng Puyue had already spent more than ten minutes explaining the contents of this cupcake to them, because there was only one left. They thought it was already in his hands, either for himself or to use to flatter Bai Shuang.
But then Yanghe came along, and he quickly changed his target.
Bai Shuang pretended to be sour and said, "Xiao Yu has stopped loving me so quickly."
Deng Puyue blushed and stammered, "You, you want to eat what I made myself."
"Little Jade is amazing! I'm waiting for you!"
Wen Zheng and Bei Sining both took a step back, distancing themselves from the two men whose relationship was unclear.
It's so cloying.
Yanghe accepted the cake, feeling deeply moved.
He hesitated for a moment before finally calling out their names one by one in a solemn manner.
"So, what do you want to say?" Bei Sining took the strawberry cake Wen Zheng had picked out for him, and asked as he ate. The cream melted on the corner of his mouth, staining it with a touch of unruly white, making him look much more down-to-earth.
Seeing that they were all easy to talk to, Yanghe told them directly what had just happened.
"You all need to be careful," he said anxiously.
Wen Zheng and Bei Sining exchanged glances and simultaneously revealed smiles that said, "You dare mess with me? You're asking for trouble!" They told Yanghe not to worry.
Yanghe was relieved to hear this, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then took his cake and said goodbye.
"Looking at it this way, your streamer circle is quite interesting, isn't it?" Bai Shuang smiled and playfully cuddled Deng Puyue like a giant koala. Deng Puyue's face flushed red, but she forced a smile and replied, "It's alright, the power struggles in the gaming world aren't that intense..."
"Hmm?" Bai Shuang had just uttered a sound indicating disappointment when Deng Puyue immediately said, "Impressive, impressive! Let me tell you a few more!"
…………
Wen Zheng and Bei Sining silently left them.
The banquet hall had balconies around it, but no one went out in this weather. Wen Zheng led Bei Sining to the window, and seeing that he seemed to want to look outside, he reached out and "brute-forced" broke a bar securing the window. Somewhat embarrassed, he took advantage of the moment when no one was looking and pushed Bei Sining outside.
"What exactly is their relationship?" Bei Sining asked curiously, tying her wind-blown hair back up.
Wen Zheng: "I don't know either." He paused and then said, "Xiao Yu is pursuing Bai Shuang, but Bai Shuang has many concerns."
Bei Sining scoffed, a cold glint appearing in her eyes, reflected in the moonlight: "What are your concerns? They're nothing more than your own selfishness, or the thought that the other party might be selfish."
Wen Zheng was surprised by his words and stared at him intently: "Not necessarily. Haven't you ever had any concerns?"
The night breeze blew, and Bei Sining's voice was soft and gentle, yet like pearls falling onto a plate, no less powerful than Yanghe's. He said, "You only know the result after you try. If you keep hesitating and never take a step, you'll end up with nothing."
Wen Zheng felt a slight ripple in his heart, and within a few breaths, he felt a little dizzy.
He and Bai Shuang were the same kind of people, plagued by troubles. Various relationships and consequences, over time, entangled him more and more, eventually confining him to a small glass box.
The top leader said he lived too conventionally, which is true, but not what he expected.
What would he do if he didn't work properly?
Wen Zheng thought that the first thing he would do was to give Wang Mingzhu a pigtail hairstyle.
He's wanted to do this for a long time.
"Oh my, Z-da!"
Suddenly, a head popped out from behind the curtains, looked at them and laughed: "What are you doing hiding here? Having a heart-to-heart?"
"..." Wen Zheng took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention and threw the broken window bolt into the bushes.
The person who came was his agent; he had met him when the contract was signed.
Unlike the entertainment industry, where agents at Aimao Live often manage hundreds of streamers and are mostly busy with censorship issues—like deciding which female streamer's outfit is "too revealing" again—...
However, the agent is still very dedicated to the pink-clad anchors under his management. Recently, Wen Zheng has made him look good in the company, and he is naturally overjoyed to see Wen Zheng.
As they were talking, Bei Sining came in. The agent's eyes lit up, and his mouth almost stretched to his ears. He forced a handshake with him: "Hello, hello! You are Mingzhu! You are so beautiful. Have you ever considered signing with our platform as a streamer? It doesn't matter if you don't play games, you can even stream yourself sleeping."
"..." Bei Sining withdrew her hand, still feeling lingering fear, thinking, "Is the way I sleep something you mortals should be able to see?!"
After the agent finished his rambling, he brought them some news.
"The emcee will talk about your schedule for tomorrow in a bit."
Wen Zheng listened attentively.
"The amusement park will have people filming, but it won't be broadcast live. We originally wanted to film some footage of you guys having fun and being lively, but then a variety show planner from the TV station came to the company and said that to make it more watchable, we should add plot and competitive elements."
Shortly afterward, an emcee announced the rules on stage.
"...Groups will be organized by families. Those without families can form temporary groups of four to five people each, and will coordinate the itinerary. One point will be awarded for each completed activity. The group with the most points will receive a weighted increase in base points for all members at tomorrow's party..."
Well, the royal family really needs to use this.
Half an hour later.
Bai Shuang: "I won't!? He's clearly the Great King's father, why do I have to call him 'Great King's Dad'!?"
Bei Sining said coldly, "I don't have a father like that."
“Wen Zheng is simply using his position to settle personal scores,” Bai Shuang pouted. “I support him becoming the Grand Princess.”
"!" Wen Zheng kicked Bai Shuang, but his ears turned red, which Bei Sining saw clearly.
"Ahem." Bei Sining finally made the decision: "Alright, Wen Zheng will be called the Head Chef, Bai Shuang will be called the Chief Bodyguard, and Xiao Yu..."
Deng Puyue looked at him expectantly, but heard this reply: "Xiaoyu calls her head maid."
Deng Puyue: ? ? ?
While the other groups were checking strategies and discussing their routes for tomorrow, they were the only ones chattering and protesting their titles. Soon after the leader finished speaking, the groups were registered one by one. Wen Zheng didn't want to squeeze in and fell behind, seeing Yang He standing alone in a corner.
He had already given Wendy instructions on what to do. The Xuanyuan family, those idiots, posed no real threat to them, but that doesn't mean Yanghe deserved no credit. If he were just a powerless, insignificant streamer, without friends like Wendy and Baishuang behind him, the things the Xuanyuan family did might have truly destroyed him.
"Don't you have a team?" Wen Zheng walked to the corner and stood next to Yang He against the wall.
Yanghe seemed surprised, but then smiled nonchalantly: "It's just a gimmick. There's no loss if I don't participate; I'll just get less screen time."
"Your face," Wen Zheng looked at him closely, "What happened?"
Yanghe paused for a moment: "The cosmetic surgery failed."
He has a rare and extremely severe tendency to form keloids; even a simple injection leaves a mark on his skin. After the photos were exposed, Yanghe was so traumatized that he wanted to get plastic surgery. Despite being severely warned of the consequences by his doctor, he still frantically sought out an unlicensed medical institution, as if he had a grudge against his face.
The final result was obvious; nothing unexpected happened. His scarred face was uglier than it had ever been.
Yanghe frankly admitted, "My mental state was very bad during that period. Now, when I think back, even my memory is very blurry. Every day, I was only thinking about the comments on the Internet that ridiculed and mocked me."
He smiled again: "Fortunately, I figured it out myself later."
Wen Zheng knew he had no more reason to persuade him, so he said, "You are prettier than Tang Mimi and the others."
Yanghe was both amused and exasperated: "Thank you."
"Would you like to join our family?" Bei Sining suddenly appeared behind them. "I can appoint you as a head coachman."
Yanghe: "...Thank you."
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The King's family is newly formed, and all the staff were laughing during the registration process.
Bei Sining was annoyed by their laughter and glared at them a few times, but she was quite pleased with herself as she looked at the registration form.
"So eager to win?" Wen Zheng asked him in surprise.
"Hmph." Bei Sining tucked the paper into her wide sleeve. "I just don't like losing."
Wen Zheng originally had no interest in this matter and only wanted to go through the motions, but after Bei Sining said that, he inexplicably felt a sense of urgency.
Back in my room, I turned on my phone and started looking up information about Lecheng Infinite Amusement Park, which we were going to visit tomorrow.
“There aren’t that many projects.” Wen Zheng finished flipping through the documents, and Bei Sining hadn’t even taken off his clothes completely. When he looked up, the other man had just unbuckled his belt, and his coat slid down to reveal his broad back.
"…………" Wen Zheng suddenly forgot what he was about to say, until Bei Sining turned her head in confusion.
"Yeah, that means it's very easy." He looked down at his phone, no longer watching Bei Sining change clothes.
Some cat spirits are truly blessed with natural advantages. Wen Zheng's physique is the result of countless hours of hard work, and even now that he's retired, he hasn't stopped exercising. But the cat spirit is different. He sleeps all day long, preferring to lie down rather than sit. Even when he goes for a run with me, he doesn't seem to be out of breath or have a racing heart, which doesn't seem like he's achieved the desired training results.
Yet this lazy cat has such beautiful back muscles.