Chapter Five (Rewritten)

Afterward, Ning Nanzhou recalled that his behavior was simply due to being overly startled.

Disguising oneself as a fan wasn’t easy, but there were no words like “fan” written on his face. As long as he wasn’t too active or forward and pretended to be uninterested in the game, it shouldn’t be a problem, right?

Phone calls could never compare to the constant contact of WeChat. Even if he added the other person as a friend, he could control himself and not chat every day, couldn’t he?

Thinking of this, he began doubting himself again.

Who could resist talking to their idol?

Perhaps, by some twist of fate, rejecting him was a blessing in disguise.

Ning Nanzhou didn’t have time to ponder further because when he returned to his dorm and opened his computer, he realized he still needed to make up for lost streaming hours.

The moment he logged onto the streaming site, a round, fluffy little yellow bird kindly reminded him.

“Respected V1 streamer, welcome back. Your streaming time yesterday was zero. You need to make up seventy hours this month.”

Zero hours streamed yesterday meant seventy hours to make up…

The white-haired youth found the bird increasingly repulsive. Expressionless, he shut the little yellow bird into a black box, ignoring its incessant chirping, muted it, and started streaming.

The viewers seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

[New fan: Does the streamer stream irregularly?]

[He used to be quite punctual.]

[Son, why didn’t you stream yesterday? Do you know Mom went crazy waiting?]

[Wasn’t South out the day before yesterday? Could it be that he’s really a guy who likes guys?]

[Does he even have the energy to stream???]

Starry Sky TV was notorious for its “castrated” streams. Even male fitness streamers would get locked out if their chests were too prominent.

Looking at the flourishing chatroom, Ning Nanzhou briefly wondered if the moderators had already left for the day.

He saw the viewers’ speculations and felt a bit guilty but still replied without batting an eye: “Can you stop thinking so dirty? You’ve got a bunch of yellow waste growing on your neck.”

[??? How dare you call us dirty!]

[Streamer, don’t you want to look at your own comments?]

[Only Chi Shen is indifferent; if it were someone else, we’d have already gone wild.]

What was wrong with his comments?

He sometimes left some provocative remarks when emotional, but most of the time he was diligently showering praise… right?

Besides, he checked in daily on the fan forum, using words to reform the haters. Wasn’t that the warm-hearted little fan?

Unexpectedly, the chatroom began a word game based on “South language.”

Ning Nanzhou: ????!

He hadn’t realized how many risqué things he had said!

He glanced toward the cabinet where they kept the marriage certificate. It seemed he wasn’t just hiding the fact he was a fan…

If Chi Shen found out he was South, he’d have no place to bury his shame!

Suddenly, he felt like sitting on pins and needles.

His mind raced. He was a minor streamer; the other party wouldn’t even watch his streams. Plus, his headphones were so old they couldn’t recognize his voice.

He touched his headset, never before having found his old headphones so endearing.

If he acted completely unlike South in real life, no one would suspect it was him, right?

But the problem was: how to act?

Ning Nanzhou couldn’t help but ask the chat: “Who do you think I am?”

[??? If you want us to praise you, just say so.]

[Call me Mommy and I’ll praise you.]

[At least twice!]

“Then I’ll change the question,” Ning Nanzhou thought. “Do you think I’m a well-behaved person?”

The chat exploded immediately.

[What’s wrong with you being well-behaved?]

[Which good boy would say ‘Chi Shen fuck | me’? I would.]

[Well-behaved in bed, maybe.]

[Honestly, South doesn’t look well-behaved in bed.]

[This is the biggest joke I’ve heard today—an explicit streamer calling himself well-behaved.]

Weren’t they saying before that he was borderline? Now he was heading straight into explicit territory?

Seeing the viewers’ teasing, Ning Nanzhou breathed a sigh of relief. No one associated him with being well-behaved, so as long as he pretended to be well-behaved in reality, no one would know he was South.

Besides, his marriage with Chi Yu was just for appearances; they wouldn’t interact deeply, making it even harder to discover his true identity.

His anxious heart finally settled. Over the past two days, he streamed intensely, trying to salvage his perfect attendance before finals week.

The good news was that he had nearly made up all his attendance. The bad news was that, probably due to the season’s end, he kept matching with terrible players, and his sanity meter was almost at zero.

[South’s been working hard these two days!]

[So diligent it moves me to tears.]

[Looks like he’s been betrayed by that person again.]

Ning Nanzhou was baffled by the mention of “betrayed.”

He had just finished a nerve-wracking match. Mid-laner and jungler had taken a liking to each other mid-game, strolling sweetly through the jungle, radiating a nauseating aura of romance.

Fortunately, he still won in the end. Just as he prepared for the next match, a pop-up announcement appeared on the client.

—Dear user, the game will release a new version at 4 a.m., with updates lasting three hours. During this time, login will be unavailable. Please plan your gaming accordingly.

So soon? He wondered if Starry Sky TV would hold any events.

He closed the notification and began matchmaking. This time, he again matched with a bottom lane couple. Just reading their chat raised his blood pressure.

[10:06] Don’t catch me or I’ll feed: Danger ahead! Please be cautious!

[10:06] Cold heart, warm soul: Baby, don’t be afraid.

[10:06] Warm your heart: Woo woo woo, you’re so warm.

[10:06] Warm your heart was killed by 11111!

[10:07] Cold heart, warm soul was killed by 11111!

Ning Nanzhou: “…”

The pair was double killed. Not long after, Warm your heart was caught by the opposing jungler. Getting caught wasn’t the worst; the worst was that Cold heart, warm soul still rushed in to save her despite knowing they couldn’t win!

[13:08] Warm your heart (dead): You’re too good to me.

[13:08] Cold heart, warm soul (dead): Silly baby, I should be good to you.

“Don’t catch me or I’ll feed” couldn’t stand it and said, “Can you stop honeymooning in the bottom lane?” Warm your heart replied, “You’re so sour.”

Ning Nanzhou took a deep breath. “Honeymooning in the bottom lane is fine, but don’t light incense on the grave. Those who know it’s a honeymoon, those who don’t might think it’s a ghost marriage.”

[Hahaha, too savage!]

[So many matched conjoined twins.]

[Love watching son roast people.]

Perhaps the term “ghost marriage” was too harsh. The bottom lane duo toned it down and quietly stayed put.

The bottom lane couple had a big daddy raising them, which added pressure on Ning Nanzhou.

Just as he seized an enemy’s mistake and was about to pull off a one-for-two counterkill, his phone suddenly rang.

Distraction was the worst thing when gaming. Ning Nanzhou’s moves were interrupted, and he answered grumpily, “Who is it?”

If it was Xu Ye, that idiot, he wouldn’t help him handle his boyfriend anymore (; ` O′)o.

Unexpectedly, the other side paused for a moment, then a low, pleasant voice came through: “Your husband.”

The live chat didn’t hear the voice and silently mourned for the caller.

[Why call at this time?]

[My own mother wouldn’t call me now.]

[Are you sure your mother won’t kick you out?]

Just when everyone thought South would be angry—

The streamer, who had just been at odds with the couple, suddenly asked the chat, “What do you think looks good to wear?”

[??? Son, what are you saying?]

[Are you going to see the wild man?]

[Who said the honeymoon turned into a ghost marriage!]

As expected, asking the viewers was useless.

Ning Nanzhou swiftly won the game, then opened his wardrobe.

The clothes inside were remarkably uniform in style—black, favored by cool guys, ranging from deep black to light black.

He recalled he needed to act well-behaved in front of Chi Yu. His gaze slowly shifted to a sweater at the far end.

It was a New Year gift from his childhood friend Chen Dongdong—a soft white sweater with a delicate little cat brooch on the chest.

When his naturally curly-haired friend gave him the gift, eyes shining, he said, “Baby, when you wear this, no man will be able to take his eyes off you. None!”

Normally, he wouldn’t wear such clothes at all, but to avoid exposing his identity, he pinched his nose and put it on.

Ning Nanzhou hurriedly changed and ran downstairs.

Today, Chi Yu wore a gray trench coat, looking even more austere.

Seeing Chi Yu, Ning Nanzhou felt a bit nervous. “Is there something you need?”

Chi Yu calmly glanced at the youth and handed him a bag. “You left your student ID at the hotel.”

He took the bag and thanked him. Chi Yu spoke naturally, “We need to discuss the subsequent wedding arrangements. Let’s add each other on WeChat.”

Ning Nanzhou was stunned when he heard “wedding.”

He actually regretted not adding the other’s WeChat earlier. This time, he immediately agreed. However, when he opened the profile page, he was dumbfounded!

Why was his WeChat name… “Chi Shen fuck | me, I’m super well-behaved”???!!!

Peacefully, he collapsed.