Bo Hongfang expressionlessly opened Ming Qi’s livestream room and immediately saw the large string of numbers under his account.
Bo Hongfang: “…Ming Xiaoqi, you actually hid topping up money from me?!”
Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Ming Qi explained softly, “I went bankrupt four times. I couldn’t play without topping up.”
Even the game system had already popped up warnings telling him to come back tomorrow.
But according to their original plan, they were supposed to stream for two hours.
It had only been twelve minutes since they went live.
“Bro,” Ming Qi said seriously, “paying money can make you win. You can also buy a card tracker to calculate what cards the opponents still have.”
Bo Hongfang thought for a moment, looked at his miserable record and his remaining two hundred beans, then finally opened the recharge page and reached for his phone.
But the moment he opened it and pointed his camera at the QR code, the payment page instantly jumped to “payment successful.”
He blinked in confusion. “Who scanned it for me?”
A flashy bullet comment slowly floated across the screen:
No need to thank me.
Bo Hongfang caught it immediately. “No need to thank you? I can’t even play a simple Dou Dizhu and still let you pay? DM me later and add me on WeChat—”
I’ll transfer it back to you.
Before he finished, the comments exploded:
It’s Huo Chengtong.
Bo Hongfang’s tone immediately changed. He sneered, “I’ll help you order a coffin.”
Huo Chengtong: “……”
The chat burst into laughter.
[LMAO I knew this stream would be good]
[HAHAHAHA]
[There’s always something better than the game itself]
Bo Hongfang rolled his eyes internally. So Huo Chengtong came to spy on him and even topped up his money? Did he think he couldn’t handle it?
With that thought, Bo Hongfang became serious in the next round.
He could lose embarrassingly in front of thousands of viewers—but not in front of Huo Chengtong.
Unfortunately, luck was not on his side. Half an hour later, all the freshly topped-up beans were gone again.
Bo Hongfang raged, helpless and furious, throwing tomatoes at the opponent’s head:
“This game is just a scam, right?! Qi-zai, let’s change games.”
Ming Qi was more than willing.
Even he was starting to question his intelligence.
“How about PUBG? I remember Meng She installed it for you. I’ll get us two accounts and find some pro players to carry us, we’ll give the audience some real content.”
Bo Hongfang went to find Zheng Liang, and Ming Qi stayed to chat with fans.
[Qi-zai, is your boyfriend handsome? Can we see him?]
Ming Qi subconsciously looked up past the camera.
On the other sofa sat Yu Qinchou. He was wearing his usual casual shirt at home, legs crossed under tailored black trousers, leaning back lazily with a relaxed, languid aura.
Just looking at him made Ming Qi’s heart move.
He smiled without realizing it. “He’s handsome, but you can’t see him yet.”
The fans immediately exploded:
[So stingy!]
[Just show us! We won’t steal him!]
[When he talks about his boyfriend he looks so soft…]
[If we can’t see him, I’ll assume he’s ugly.]
Ming Qi: “……”
Seeing the word “ugly,” Ming Qi’s eye twitched. He almost laughed.
He had heard plenty of people describe Yu Qinchou as ruthless, cold, heartless—but no one ever dared call him ugly. That was… new.
He was about to play along, when Bo Hongfang’s voice came through the headset:
“Why is everyone asking if Qi-zai’s boyfriend is handsome? If he isn’t handsome, then no one qualifies as handsome.”
“Competing with me?” Bo Hongfang scoffed. “Obviously he’s better looking.”
[Yes yes yes, who even asked that question? Of course you’re the handsome one.]
The chat barely finished when Bo Hongfang added:
“Of course he’s better looking.”
Even Bo Hongfang had to admit Yu Qinchou’s face was unreal.
He even thought that if Yu Qinchou ever entered the entertainment industry, just being a vase would be enough for him and Ming Qi to split the industry in half.
He sent the account to Ming Qi, pulled two paid teammates into the lobby, and occasionally responded to chat:
“Wait until you see him. Or just ask Su Hang after Undercover passes 5 billion.”
Bu Hongfang’s paid companions were official recommendations from the streaming app. They were all streamers on the platform—one of them was only nineteen, and the other was a retired Chicken Dinner (PUBG) player.
Fans who understood the scene immediately laughed.
[Old Bu is impressive, finding two of the best right away]
[You really do have connections]
[Old Bu is actually good at picking people. If I remember correctly, those two you picked are both Ming Qi’s fans]
Bu Hongfang: “?”
He asked, a little uncertain: “The chat says you two are Ming Qi’s fans?”
The retired player’s ID was kkk, commonly called “Three K.” He smiled lightly, his voice low: “My girlfriend really likes Ming Qi, and I started watching with her. After watching Undercover, I ended up liking Ming Qi too.”
The streamer Hengfeng, on the other hand, said happily: “I and Senior Ming Qi are from the same high school. Several of the teachers who taught us also taught senior and always talked about him. My friends and I got curious, went to look up his photos and information, and found out he’s really amazing—so we became fans.”
After saying this, Hengfeng’s eyes were bright as he said to Ming Qi, who had just entered the room: “Senior, later you team up with me. I’ll protect you and carry you to a chicken dinner!”
Ming Qi missed Hengfeng’s explanation, but he didn’t miss the chat’s reminders. He smiled and responded, then asked, “Were your high school teachers Teacher Zhang Huaqing and the others?”
Hengfeng nodded like a chick pecking rice: “Yes, yes, yes, Teacher Zhang and them.”
Ming Qi rested his chin in his hand, recalling those teachers, and lowered his eyes with a soft smile.
“Oh right, Senior, this year the school is having an anniversary celebration. Will you go?” Hengfeng asked curiously.
Anniversary?
Ming Qi searched online and only then realized it was the hundredth anniversary of Beijing City No. 1 High School. He thought that if he was free, it wouldn’t be bad to go back and see his former teachers, but in front of the camera, he left himself some room to maneuver: “If I don’t have work by then, I might go.”
While chatting, the game also started.
Ming Qi only knew this game from playing the mobile version twice, but there were differences between mobile and PC. Just a few key bindings already made him flustered, and on his first parachute drop, he was caught off guard and ended up hanging on a tree.
Ming Qi: “…If I jump down, will I die?”
Bu Hongfang saw this and couldn’t hold back, bursting into laughter. Even Three K hadn’t expected to see something like this in his lifetime, and after thinking for a moment said, “Based on the height, you’ll definitely get hurt. We’ll just help you up later.”
Hengfeng had already moved directly under Ming Qi: “Senior, just jump. I’ll catch you.”
In the next twenty minutes, Ming Qi fully demonstrated what it meant to be a complete newbie. Fortunately, the two expert teammates were extremely reliable—especially Hengfeng, who kept saying:
“Senior, take this level three helmet.”
“Senior, I found a level three vest. Come over and take it.”
“Senior, there’s a sniper rifle here. Do you want it? I’ve also got an 8x scope in my bag—you can take both.”
“Senior, can you sign something for me later? Cash on delivery for postage is fine.”
“Senior, can I add your WeChat later?”
[Okay, I understand everything, but Hengfeng bro, there’s still a “boyfriend” sitting next to him]
[Hengfeng is living the dream today—making money and chasing stars at the same time]
[LOL Bu Hongfang’s expression is priceless]
[What’s the point of Bu Hongfang’s expression? I want to see Ming Qi’s boyfriend’s expression]
Ming Qi, who was called out, was immersed in the excitement of actually getting a chicken dinner and couldn’t help but praise them: “You two are really amazing.”
They actually managed to keep him and Bu Hongfang, both complete gaming disasters, alive all the way to a win.
That difficulty was probably higher than their usual competitive matches.
Three K smiled after hearing Ming Qi’s admiration and said, “This is what we do for a living.”
Ming Qi nodded, and then heard Hengfeng smile and say, “Senior, if you want to play games in the future, just come find me anytime. I’m good at everything—PUBG, League of Legends, and other console games too. Oh—”
His tone rose slightly, then he added, “Thanks to Y Boss for sending ten Treasure Maps.”
Ming Qi’s ears twitched slightly.
He remembered that a Treasure Map was the most expensive gift on the platform—one cost five thousand, and ten meant fifty thousand.
While he was still thinking, Hengfeng continued, “Y Boss also wants to play games with me? Of course! I can carry you next time. Can I also bring Senior… huh?”
[?]
[Didn’t see that coming—who is this talented person?]
[Boss, do you want to play with Hengfeng, or do you want to play with Ming Qi?]
While the confused audience was still joking about Y Boss, Ming Qi had already raised his eyes and looked toward the sofa.
Ying Qianzhou was looking at him. His thin lips curved slightly without a sound, brows lifting as if to say: Senior, can you give me a chance?