Chapter Eighty-Three: The Little Game

Listening to Lu Wenchuan’s answer, the audience in the livestream burst out laughing once again.

[That topic shift was really clumsy.]
[Did you see Sang Yijia’s bewildered face? It’s hilarious.]
[Sang Yijia says, “What are you doing?”]
[6666666666]

Lu Wenchuan cleared his throat lightly, paying no mind to the looks from the two people beside him. He continued, looking at Sang Yijia, “There are private rooms on the fifth floor, all equipped with professional e-sports setups.”

[Wasn’t it supposed to be a simple game?]
[E-sports level?]
[Wow, are they going to play Battle Royale?]
[So excited!]
[I want to see Hehe take everyone down with one shot.]
[And the other three just loot the gear?]
[No way, Hehe’s loot is definitely for little Sisi.]

Sang Yijia’s thoughts were much like the audience’s; she expected a casual game like Candy Crush, but her brow furrowed upon hearing about e-sports setups.

“We’ll find out when we get down there,” Yan Ningsi interjected, sliding herself between Sang Yijia and Lu Wenchuan. Once again she took Sang Yijia’s arm, affectionately leading her toward the elevator.

Lu Wenchuan’s gaze deepened as he watched Yan Ningsi’s hand.

Bian He came over, pondering aloud, “Should we hold hands too?”

Lu Wenchuan didn’t answer, but gave him a look to figure out on his own.

Bian He uttered an “oh,” realizing he’d been refused. He didn’t mind, simply followed behind, adding, “Holding hands might look odd, but we could put our arms around each other’s shoulders.”

Lu Wenchuan still said nothing.

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The gaming room on the fifth floor.

Lan Qing and Shen Jin had already arrived, and the production crew was there setting up.

For that afternoon’s recording, the private room had been emptied; only the main hall still had plenty of onlookers.

The hotel manager hadn’t intended to get involved, but with Lu Wenchuan present, he felt obliged to personally supervise, only then feeling at ease.

From afar, the manager spotted Lu Wenchuan and his group approaching. He quickly arranged his staff, waiting for them to step inside. “Welcome.”

Their voices were crisp and loud.

Other guests in the hall couldn’t help but look over.

Lu Wenchuan cast a glance, and the manager immediately understood, “This way, please.”

Hotel service must be impeccable!

Such an attitude was truly proper!

The manager felt the situation was handled, relaxing slightly. “This way, please. Right this way.”

“Wow,” Yan Ningsi knew exactly what was going on, but kept quiet, narrowing her eyes and smiling mischievously, though she looked adorable.

Bian He observed, silently memorizing this welcoming routine, wondering if it might come in handy someday.

Sang Yijia was startled at first, but quickly regained composure, scanning the scene quietly—it was a scenario that had never occurred in the book.

From now on, everything was unknown.

The original ending was already far behind her.

Lan Qing and Shen Jin had arrived earlier, but without such fanfare.

At that moment, Lan Qing watched Sang Yijia enter, a trace of coldness flickering in her eyes.

Shen Jin’s expression was even less pleasant.

[What’s going on?]
[When brother and Qingqing arrived, there was none of this.]
[Did Sang Yijia arrange this on purpose?]
[What a scheming woman—just for a variety show, really?]
[Can’t win brother’s love so she wants to stand out—I see right through her.]

Director Chen hadn’t expected the hotel to put on such a display. Glancing at the barrage of comments in the livestream, he couldn’t help clutching his chest. “After this episode, I’m never producing variety shows again.”

Filming web dramas was so much better—low cost, no big stars, and complete creative freedom.

Lu Wenchuan looked at the hotel manager, made sure he wasn’t planning any further tricks, and then headed to the private room with Sang Yijia.

At that moment, Lan Qing and Shen Jin both stood at the door, as if waiting to greet their arrival.

Yan Ningsi blinked, warmly calling out, “Qingqing, you got here early!”

“Were you secretly meeting up without us?” Yan Ningsi teased, instantly easing the awkward atmosphere.

Bian He quickly chimed in, “Is it really a secret?”

“Little Sisi, they are…” Bian He touched his thumb and forefinger, “a match made in heaven.”

Realizing he’d said the wrong thing, Bian He spun around to look at Sang Yijia, uttering a nervous “uh,” unsure what to say next.

[See! Everyone knows brother and Qingqing are meant to be together!]
[Only Sang Yijia shamelessly insists on butting in.]
[She’s annoying, can’t we just blur her out?]

Yan Ningsi glared at Bian He, muttering, “Can’t you keep quiet? If you can’t speak properly, just say nothing—no one will think you’re mute.”

Sang Yijia didn’t see any issue. The male and female leads were naturally destined for each other—otherwise, how would the story progress?

“This way.” Lu Wenchuan, seemingly oblivious to Bian He’s comment, proactively took Sang Yijia’s hand. “There’s a soft green setup here—I thought you’d like it.”

“Brother Lu, how did you know?” Yan Ningsi leaned in, curious.

Sang Yijia also looked up, feeling the warmth on her wrist. Though it looked like Lu Wenchuan was gently holding her hand, he wasn’t using much force—it felt more like a light encirclement.

But Sang Yijia’s heart skipped a beat.

It wasn’t that she’d never held hands with a boy, but the feeling Lu Wenchuan gave her was different, like a sudden electric shock—soft and tingling.

It was strange.

Her brow furrowed slightly as she lowered her gaze to Lu Wenchuan’s hand, suddenly noticing how long and slender his fingers were, just right to wrap around her wrist.

From this angle, the distinct lines of his knuckles were visible, impossible to look away from.

Her heart skipped again.

“I stayed here on a business trip before,” Lu Wenchuan replied.

Yan Ningsi uttered an “oh.” She’d only heard of Lu Wenchuan, didn’t know him well, so whatever he said was fine by her.

“Wow,” Yan Ningsi was the first to notice the computer keyboard, “even the keyboard is green!”

She walked over and tapped the keys. “The sound is so crisp.”

“I bet it feels amazing.”

Bian He was already seated in the gaming chair, spinning around. “Feels like we’re about to compete in a world-class tournament.”

“So cool, such great vibes.”

[So flashy!]
[At this moment, a jealous lemon passes by.]
[Wow, what game are they going to play?]

Bian He, curious, spun around and then moved the mouse over the desktop. He saw a line of text and a small icon.

He clicked it.

A digital mini-game popped up.

[??????]

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