It was almost six in the evening, and the sun was about to set. The offline event for V Station’s anniversary celebration had ended, and the hall was busy clearing the venue.
In the parking lot behind the building, He Yuan pulled up in a bright red car and stepped into the back seat.
The car remained parked where it was, and V Station’s CEO, Han Han, was already sitting in the back seat.
The man was dressed in a suit and tie, not very old—about forty years old—very approachable, and affectionately called “Hanhan General” by everyone.
He was holding a cup of bubble tea in one hand, and on his lap rested a wig he had just taken off. When He Yuan opened the door, he was startled and quickly grabbed the wig, slapping it onto his forehead.
“Uncle Han.” He Yuan didn’t seem to notice.
“Finished chatting with your friends?” Han Han chuckled a few times and simply took off the wig. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier that you were going to the event? I could’ve made some preparations in advance.”
He Yuan thought to himself, wasn’t it you who arranged for someone to drag me on stage just now?
“Cut out my part, just in case my dad sees it,” He Yuan said helplessly.
Han Han and He Yuan’s dad were old acquaintances. They hit it off immediately when they met and shared similar interests.
When He Yuan’s dad heard that his old friend wanted to start a video website, he handed him money without hesitation—without even looking at the business plan. Maybe that’s just the power of friendship.
Fortunately, the website turned out successful and is now pretty big.
He Yuan originally joined V Station as an up master in secret, thinking that even if he signed a contract, Han Han, as an executive, wouldn’t notice.
But he underestimated Han Han’s habit of regularly watching high-playback videos—who instantly recognized him at a glance.
“Let your dad see how handsome his goose is,” Han Han said with a broad smile.
Under He Yuan’s very calm gaze, he immediately changed his tune: “Fine, fine, I’ll cut it. Uncle promised to keep it a secret for you, how could I betray you?”
“Thank you, Uncle Han.” He Yuan didn’t really believe him.
Because he didn’t trust him, He Yuan had always avoided appearing in front of Han Han in the past and had never participated in any offline V Station events.
This time was really an exception.
“What do you want to eat tonight?” Han Han slurped up a big sip of bubble tea, stuffed his mouth full, and said, “Uncle will take you.”
“No need, I’ll head back after chatting for a bit,” He Yuan replied. “I have an exam tomorrow.”
“That’s a pity. I was planning to take you out for some French food.” Han Han leaned back in the chair, then suddenly seemed to remember something and said, “You’ve been making a lot of friends recently?”
He Yuan knew he was referring to the friends he met on V Station.
“Not many, just a few,” He Yuan replied.
“Uncle saw that you took in a little apprentice. You seem to have a good relationship with him.” Han Han said.
“Yeah.” He Yuan didn’t deny it.
“I wasn’t specifically keeping an eye on you,” Han Han added. “I’m just happy to see you making friends. After all, you always kept to yourself when you were younger.” His expression gradually turned serious. “But you still need to be careful when making friends online. Not everything people say is true.”
He Yuan frowned and asked, “Uncle Han, did you notice something?”
Han Han hesitated for a moment before saying, “Your friend may not be the original owner of the account.”
He Yuan didn’t react much. He had actually suspected this for a while, but he lacked concrete proof.
The style of Xixizi’s videos had subtly changed from before. At first glance, it wasn’t obvious, but the difference became apparent the moment he started live streaming.
He Yuan didn’t know why the account had changed hands. He suspected that Xixizi might be a custodian or simply borrowing a contract account for fun. If it was just temporary, then either possibility wasn’t a big deal.
The real concern was if Xixizi planned to operate this account long-term. If the change was discovered after he had already built up a significant following, it could be a problem.
He Yuan had originally planned to ask about it in person today, but unfortunately, Xixizi left early.
“Uncle knows you’re smart. Just be careful in situations like this,” Han Han said.
He Yuan nodded, thought for a moment, and said, “Uncle Han, I want to ask you for a favor.”
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Xiao An was curled up on the sofa in his apartment watching TV, still wearing the same clothes from the anniversary event.
It was already dark, but he hadn’t turned on the lights. His mind was still hazy.
He wasn’t thinking about anything too complicated. His thoughts kept circling back to how he had acted cute and talked to the Wall for the past month.
Of course, it wasn’t just the Wall anymore—it was He Yuan.
A person he barely knew in real life. Just a week or two ago, Xiao An had even found him annoying.
The most unbearable memory for him was that night when he had a fight with his father and came back to vent to the Wall—who was, in fact, He Yuan.
He had never said those words to anyone before. Not a single friend of his knew he was like this.
No matter how he thought about it now, he just felt embarrassed.
Xiao An was so lost in thought that his body felt hot. He turned off the TV with the remote, and the room instantly fell into darkness.
The apartment had excellent soundproofing. Now, he couldn’t hear a single sound.
Xiao An gritted his teeth, pulled a thin blanket over himself, lay down on the sofa, and closed his eyes.
He was going to sleep. This whole weird situation had to be a dream. When he woke up, it would all be fake.
Unfortunately, before he could keep his eyes closed for even three minutes, the doorbell rang.
Xiao An had no choice but to get up and open the door. Standing outside was Pan Xi.
“Hey, were you asleep?” Pan Xi asked.
“No, I just hadn’t turned on the light yet.” Xiao An turned on the light reluctantly, squinting from the brightness.
He had completely forgotten that Pan Xi said he would come over tonight.
The bandage on Pan Xi’s hand was gone. He carried a few boxes—good wine, chocolates, and other snacks.
“Brought these for you,” Pan Xi said as he placed them on the living room floor. “This bottle of red is some good stuff.”
“Thanks… brother.” Xiao An felt awkward calling him that now.
The sight of the red wine reminded him of He Yuan’s red sweater.
“I got the anniversary rewards today,” Pan Xi said, his face lighting up with joy. “Been thinking about them for three months. Tonight, I can finally hold them in my sleep…”
Pan Xi stopped talking. Besides, Xiao An didn’t understand.
Xiao An squatted on the ground and opened the chocolate to eat, mainly because he was hungry.
“Brother, I am still very grateful for your help this month,” Pan Xi said.
“It’s a small matter. Why are you saying these things? Haven’t you finished thanking me yet?” Xiao An ate one piece at a time.
The box contained raw chocolate, which was very soft and melted in the mouth.
“Now that I have received the reward, I will take back the account.” Pan Xi drew a piece of paper for him.
Xiao An was stunned and stuffed the last piece of chocolate back.
He almost forgot that he had to return the account What is Xixizi Eating Today.
“It will be troublesome if you use it for a long time, like it was for Ye Miao before. And recently, your cooperation video with the boss has become popular, and people who added me in the list before asked me what happened,” Pan Xi said.
“Yeah, that’s right.” Xiao An expressed his understanding.
“The deserted island game you play is often broadcast live, so try not to play it. You can talk to the friends you make.” Pan Xi felt a little sorry when he said this and added, “Why don’t you create another account for yourself? You will definitely become popular if you sign the contract.”
“It’s okay, let’s see.” Xiao An smiled as he stood up, and indeed did not show his emotions. “I’m not very good at cooking, so as not to blow up the kitchen.”
Pan Xi sighed and patted his shoulder.
“Oh, oh, I almost forgot.” Pan Xi suddenly became excited and hurriedly took out his phone.
“What?” Xiao An took two cans of cold beer from the refrigerator and threw one to Pan Xi.
“The beautiful girl I promised to find for you before,” Pan Xi said. “An art student, studying painting, with a special temperament, one long leg… No, two long legs, thin and white.”
Xiao An really smiled this time and walked over with the opened beer. “Let me see.”
“Look, look at it casually.” Pan Xi gave him the phone. “If you like her, take action quickly, maybe she won’t be single in a few days.”
Xiao An took another sip of beer and looked at the girl’s selfie on the screen.
She was indeed very beautiful, with fair skin and a sweet smile, the kind that was worth looking at.
But just…
“What’s it like?” Pan Xi asked.
Xiao An turned off the screen and said, “She’s very pretty, but not my cup of tea.”
“Ah? Didn’t you like this before?” Pan Xi was surprised.
“Now I’ve changed my taste,” Xiao An said.
“Don’t worry, I have a lot here. What do you like now?” Pan Xi took the phone and asked.
“Someone with darker skin.” Xiao An thought for a while and said, “Forget about the one that’s so white and shiny.”
After all, he was almost in a state of depression.
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Exam month seemed to be endless.
After He Yuan came back from the anniversary celebration, he was busy with written exams for various subjects.
Some professional course professors were quite torturous. After submitting the large inspection-type assignments, they announced an additional written exam. So those students who were half-dead from the large assignments had to rush to the library with books in the cold weather.
He Yuan was dragged out by Xu Zhaoyuan. He walked for 20 minutes in the cold weather to the school library, only to find that it was full and there was no seat.
The library had three floors in total, and exam week was the most popular time.
“Let’s go.” Xu Zhaoyuan obviously didn’t give up. “Let’s go to the library next door. Their library is as big as a museum.”
“With this time, we can go back to the dormitory,” He Yuan said.
“It’s very close. I studied for the Marxist philosophy exam there.” Xu Zhaoyuan insisted.
He Yuan had no choice but to follow. Xu Zhaoyuan took him on a shortcut and went through a hole in the Wall that looked like a wild boar had made it.
The huge library of the Medical University next door was right in front of them. He Yuan was about to ask how to get in without an ID, but Xu Zhaoyuan stuffed all the review materials in his hand into He Yuan’s hands.
“Come on, follow Dad.” Xu Zhaoyuan waved his hand.
They stepped into the gate, and Xu Zhaoyuan strode to the employee passage on the left.
The security guard thought he was just an employee who came to work and looked at He Yuan, who was following behind.
“This is a student who came here to volunteer,” Xu Zhaoyuan said.
Then the two of them were allowed to pass.
“Impressive, right?” Xu Zhaoyuan raised his eyebrows while going upstairs.
“Being old has its advantages.” He Yuan returned all the books to him.
It was not advisable to make noise in the library. Xu Zhaoyuan said in a low voice, “I won’t bring you in next time.”
The Medical University Library was very crowded, as if all the students in the school were here, but the place was large enough and there were still many empty seats.
The two went up to the third floor and walked through the long corridor to find a seat.
He Yuan saw Xiao An almost at first sight, mainly because his irregularly colored hair was too conspicuous.
Xiao An was sitting in a seat near the aisle, with a thick book in front of him and a pen in his hand. He seemed to be fishing.
There was also a pile of blue and green books on his right hand, and it was obvious that he could not finish studying.
He Yuan gradually approached him, and when he was only one row of seats away, Xiao An suddenly couldn’t bear the weight of knowledge—
With a fierce “bang,” Xiao An fell headfirst into his departmental textbook.
Then he was suddenly hit by the smell of formalin.
When he raised his head, there was a red spot on his forehead, and he met He Yuan’s eyes.