# Chapter 109
It was half past two in the morning when Shi Luo lay on the bed scrolling through the comments under his alt account's Weibo. The more he read, the more his head hurt.
"I might actually be a bit much..." Shi Luo stared at his fans' comments, his expression stunned. "These comments... what even are these? They're worse than before! At least when they were calling me neurotic or a bitch, it made sense."
Yu Sui had just finished showering and threw on a t-shirt and sweatpants to wear to bed. He walked to the side of the bed, flipped back the blanket, and sat down. "Complaining that they're praising you too much?"
"This isn't praise anymore... this is killing me with kindness." For a moment, Shi Luo even started doubting himself. "Is my writing really that good? Everyone's calling me a gaming prodigy—were my old posts really that amazing?"
Shi Luo couldn't bear to keep scrolling through the comments, a hidden worry gnawing at him. "At this rate, I'm actually worried some fans will print my alt account posts on light sticks and bring them to the arena."
Yu Sui imagined that grand spectacle and actually thought it didn't sound half bad.
Shi Luo put down his phone, lay flat on the bed, unable to sleep. "With all this hype... I almost start thinking I might actually be a literary genius whose gaming addiction got in the way."
Yu Sui: "..."
Yu Sui was quiet for a moment, then said, "Though it won't do me any favors, I'd suggest you go check your main account's comments too. Calm down first."
Shi Luo paused, picked up his phone and logged into his official account. Before he could even look at the comments, he saw his private messages had exploded. He tapped to open them—
[How is he gentle? Stop obsessing over men all day and go practice your aim.]
[Shi God, I know you won't admit it, but I have to warn you—don't fall too deep for that scumbag!!]
[How is he gentle??? Lord Yu hasn't been in a relationship either, but clearly you two aren't on the same level, kid. Step up! Someone just pours you hot water and suddenly they're gentle!]
[I'm technically a Whisper fan, but I'll say something that might ruffle some feathers—he's really got game. You need to冷静一点, don't like him more than he likes you, understand? I'm worried about you. You're not good at this whole dating thing—why are you always the one making the first move?]
[It's bothering me. When you weren't together I was heartbroken, but now that you're together I'm worried you'll get played by this guy... Shi God, don't throw yourself into everything so completely. I'm so worried about you.]
Shi Luo read through this slice of life for a while, gradually coming back to his senses. "...Just how much sin did you commit, to have even your own fans telling me not to fall too deep?"
"Beats me." Yu Sui had long become numb to being called a scumbag. "I've only ever liked you, only ever dated you, but I've been called a scumbag for years even before we met... When I went home for New Year one year, my dad actually asked me about it."
Shi Luo turned his head to look at Yu Sui. "Asked what?"
"He asked me..." Yu Sui tried to recall his father's exact words, struggling. "Whether I'd developed many immoral relationships by exploiting young fans' blind idol worship."
Shi Luo choked, summarized succinctly: "Stanning."
"He didn't know that term. He just occasionally searched my ID and always saw people calling me a scumbag." Yu Sui closed his eyes. "We had a huge misunderstanding for a while... he thought even though I hadn't turned eighteen yet, my private life was unexpectedly wild. He actually called the club and asked them to keep better supervision over me."
Shi Luo let out a small laugh. After a moment, he said quietly, "Want me to help clarify for you?"
"What's there to clarify?" Yu Sui couldn't care less about it anyway. "Let them talk. You know whether I'm a scumbag or not, that's all that matters, right?"
Yu Sui rolled onto his side, pulling Shi Luo into his arms, half-asleep. "Everyone thinks I'd be a scumbag in a relationship... but years from now, if I'm still completely devoted to you, won't that just make you even more impressive...? Having a scumbag wrapped around your finger..."
It was too late. Yu Sui was already exhausted and fell asleep as soon as he finished speaking.
The next day, everyone was waiting for the evening's draw results, and no one could focus on training. Lao Qiao didn't arrange anything either—just let everyone train freely while also making up their streaming hours. Puppy and Chen Huo continued their same lazy streaming from yesterday. Only honest-to-goodness Shi Luo was still grinding solo queue without a break. Even Lao Qiao felt心疼 when he saw it. "Take a rest. You can't keep pushing yourself like this."
Shi Luo shook his head. "I'm not tired."
Lao Qiao clarified, "I'm not talking about you—I'm saying your fans can't handle this pace."
Shi Luo: "..."
Lao Qiao had already developed trauma from being Shi Luo's training partner. "Is it hard being your fan? What terrible luck, having to keep up with your high-intensity training all day, and you don't even turn on your mic! How boring is that? Your fans aren't going pro anyway—what's the point of watching you do mechanical training?"
"Take a break." Lao Qiao said quietly. "Manager Zhou came to find me late last night. He insisted on paying me backpay for the training partner work."
Lao Qiao had refused several times, but Manager Zhou just wouldn't give up. Getting extra money was still nice, so Lao Qiao patted Shi Luo on the shoulder. "I'm making good money this month. Bought you guys a cake... Come downstairs to eat, take a break before you come back up."
Shi Luo didn't mention that Yu Sui had told him to go find Zhou. He was afraid Lao Qiao would ask too many questions and blow his cover. So he closed his stream, stood up, and went downstairs.
Yu Sui had just finished a game, looked up toward Shi Luo's workstation, and asked Lao Qiao, "How many hours does he still need?"
"He still needs..." Lao Qiao clicked on the streaming assistant that was still open on Shi Luo's desktop. "There's no way he'll finish his monthly quota... If he streams another five hours, he'll get most of his streaming contract fee."
Yu Sui cancelled his queue, picked up his phone, and sent Shi Luo a message.
A moment later, Yu Sui's phone buzzed. He glanced at it and stood up.
On the first floor of the base, Shi Luo grabbed a napkin and wiped the frosting off his lips, exited WeChat, and opened the app for his streaming platform.
On the recommended homepage, Evil's livestream showed as online.
Shi Luo tapped into his streaming room. There was still no camera and no mic—just silence. After a moment, the game client opened on the interface, and his account was logged out.
The fans were confused by Shi Luo's quick logout and immediate return, and started flooding the chat.
[Did the base's internet cut out just now? hhhhhh]
[Is he logging into his alt? Accidentally closed the stream?]
[Entered the national top 10 on his main, now grinding his alt? My Luo works so hard!]
[I'm dying... aren't you tired? Everyone else's stream is just chatting, but our stream is like we're cramming for the gaokao.]
[Can't take it +1, Shi God's stream has such an academic atmosphere. High-intensity training since yesterday T0T]
Shi Luo's official gaming account was logged out. The game client returned to the login screen. In the streaming interface, a cursor moved to the account login field. Whoever was controlling the computer typed in their account letter by letter—
Free-Whisper.
The password was hidden by default on the login screen, but the game ID wasn't.
The person at the computer swiftly entered the account and password and successfully logged into the client.
Shi Luo's ears turned slightly red.
The stream's chat exploded with comments, so fast they overlapped. Shi Luo had to switch to compact mode just to make out a few lines.
【????????】
【Wh... what... is... happening...?】
【Uh... is Shi God suddenly in the mood to play Medic? Borrowing Whisper's account?】
[Bullshit, Shi Zi has his own medic account—he stopped using it ages ago.]
【What is actually going on???】
【@Free-Whisper, some kid is playing on your account.】
【I lost it, is he secretly playing his boyfriend's account? Ah... that's adorable.】
【The one who said boyfriend—you're getting banned.】
【Don't stir things up! My Luo just can't stand his teammates slacking off! He entered the national top 10 on his own, and now he's going to push his teammate's account into the national top 10 too! That's how driven my Shi Zi is!】
The game logged in normally. The person at the computer started configuring keybindings, switching a few commonly used keys to their preferred settings. Then the cursor moved down to open the streaming assistant and switched on the microphone.
After a few keystrokes, Yu Sui's voice came through the stream.
"No one's playing on my account. He went downstairs to eat. I'm streaming for him for a bit."
Shi Luo slapped his hand over his face.
Now even in compact mode, he couldn't make out the chat anymore.
【What the hell why is your tone so natural?】
【I'm dead, I'm completely dead...】
【He must feel so bad for Evil streaming for so long. 艹, Yu Scumbag, end me!】
【Lord Yu, while you're streaming for someone else, have you considered catching up on your own stream hours?】
【Lord Yu, you're practically my nephew, so tell me—is this really your first relationship?】
【What an impossibly gentle scumbag啊啊啊啊啊啊啊...】
【Afraid of getting banned so I can't say half the things I want to, T0T,啊啊啊啊啊...】
【Does he have to be this considerate, I'm on my knees.】
【The streaming platform must be thrilled. Pay one contract fee, get two players streaming.】
Yu Sui clicked to queue. The medic queue time was relatively short—he queued and got into a match instantly. He bought basic starting items on the map. As the countdown ended, Yu Sui continued adjusting the different keybindings between him and Shi Luo while playing, and even managed to interact with the chat between fights.
"Does Shi God know? Of course he knows."
"He's not beside me. He's downstairs."
"I just sent him a message earlier, saying I'd fill in his stream for a bit... He said okay."
"Will I do this again in the future? That depends on Shi God... whether he lets me play his stream account."
Downstairs, Shi Luo was afraid the阿姨 would see his expression was off, so he took his cake to the window, mechanically eating while watching the phone stream.
"Why am I filling in for him..."
In the stream, Yu Sui got first blood, and a light smile crept into his voice. "Why am I filling in for him? That's a good question... I just want to, that's all. What else would it be?"
"He didn't ask me to."
On the stream interface, Yu Sui's medic cut through enemies like a hot knife through butter, taking down another kill.
"I just want to help him catch up on his hours. I just like your stream."
"My own stream... let it keep gathering dust."