PUBG Online Romance Of The Century

Chapter 32: Those fingers are very white

Edited by Divetus and Noks

Yu Yan played two more matches and then looked at the time before saying goodbye to his teammate, "Let's just play until here for now ba. It's time for dinner."

"Okay." The person replied, "My viewers said that you're also an anchor? On StarTV?"

Yu Yan responded, "... Right."

"Cool. I'll watch your livestream sometime when I'm free."

Why watch his livestream?

Yu Yan didn't understand, but questioning any further wouldn't be good, so he just had to say okay.

The takeout arrived punctually; he had ordered hot and sour noodles today. As soon as he opened the bag, he could smell the spice. There were also fried peanuts on top of it, which made his mouth water.

He casually turned on a newly released variety show and spread some napkins around since he was afraid of dirtying the keyboard. Afterwards, he picked up the bowl and took a sip of the spicy soup.

Delicious.

They were watching a mystery variety show, and from time to time, Yu Yan would turn on his mic to analyze the plot with his viewers. However, Yu Yan didn't open the barrage——these viewers were so bad. They just kept wanting to give him spoilers.

Yu Yan was seriously watching the show when his cellphone slightly vibrated. He casually glanced at it.

1: Neighbor, what are you doing?

Yu Yan froze. "...."

The big mouthful of hot and sour noodles he had just eaten all coalesced within his open mouth. After a while, it fell back into the soup.

Hadn't this person updated the nickname he had for Yu Yan too fast ba?!!

His eyes were wide open as he carefully thought about it—he definitely hadn't seen 1 enter the stream today.

Yu Yan: ... Are you referring to me?

1: Who else?

Yu Yan answered honestly this time: Eating.

Yi Chen didn't reply. He fiddled with the cat's tail on his hand, while keeping his eyes on his cellphone.

Sure enough, the words "Typing" appeared again, disappearing and reappearing several times.

Yu Yan: Have you eaten yet?

1: Not yet. I just got home.

Yu Yan: Oh... Then, How did you find out about that neighbor thing? It didn't look like you came to the stream today ba.

1: I used a side account at the company.

So it was like that.

Yu Yan chewed on his plastic fork as he held his cellphone in both hands. He pondered over his words and sentences for a long time, but ultimately, he still failed to send the usual invitation to play together tonight.

Would 1 also feel like he was pulling him in to sell rot ah?

He dillydallied for a long time, until his cellphone vibrated in his palm.

1: I won't play tonight. There's no need to wait for me. Going out for a bit.

... Yu Yan was afraid that this person was actually a mind reader.

Yu Yan: Okay.

Yi Chen leaned against the sofa. There was a little white cat sitting on the trousers of his suit. The cat was lying on his belt with its face down, looking very pitiful.