Chapter 290 – Great God, I heard you’re going to travel a thousand li to deliver (24)
Yan Luo was in the middle of drinking water when he saw the message. He almost sprayed it all over his screen.
—[You’re so annoying today. Annoyingly cute that I can’t get enough of you.]
Luo : [……]
Luo : [You today…]
Luo : [Took the wrong meds?]
Both the chat and Yan Luo fell into an eerie silence for a moment.
Then, the chat exploded.
[WTF?! What kind of move was that just now?!]
[Look at how flustered our Brother Luo is, he can’t even type properly!!]
[fs, I didn’t know you were like this!]
[I can feel Brother Luo’s utter shock, hahaha. fs, did you take the wrong meds today?!]
Fang Shi also went silent, staring at the words on the screen. His lips twitched slightly before he gave up on resisting, picked up his phone, and sent a message with the utmost seriousness and zero remorse.
fs : [This is a necessary performance from now on. After all, as a CP…]
Oh wow, he really just keeps making things up, doesn’t he?
Yan Luo raised an eyebrow slightly.
Luo : [Oh.]
—…Was that approval or rejection?
Fang Shi stared at his phone, puzzled. Feeling dissatisfied, he spoke into the mic, “Alright, alright, everyone stop stirring things up—”
Just then, a new line of text appeared on the screen.
Luo : [You’re so cute.]
That shut Fang Shi up instantly.
The chat froze for half a second, then exploded with a flood of [You’re so cute] messages.
But Fang Shi had no time to care about them. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.
A grown man being called cute… But if she likes saying it, then whatever…
The moment the message was sent, Yan Luo tapped her desk lightly. Finally, after a long wait, a familiar sound rang in her ears—
[*Ding*—Fang Shi’s blackening value -5 (70/100)]
Yan Luo tilted her head, staring at the screen. “What the hell is this guy thinking? I really don’t get him.”
Calling him cute actually lowered his corruption level? So… the trick is to keep complimenting him? Non-stop flattery?
Thankfully, the slightly awkward atmosphere didn’t last long. A new game round started.
Amidst the teasing and banter from the chat, Fang Shi, feeling both elated and embarrassed, once again carried the entire match.
Luo : [Little Cute, you’re amazing.]
This time, Fang Shi was the one at a loss for words. Staring at those two words that had been appearing in front of him more and more frequently lately, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.
But he still couldn’t control his hands… or his mouth.
Over time, Fang Shi transitioned from an initial state of existential crisis—bordering on a mental breakdown—to shameless confidence.
Who needs dignity? Does dignity help him find a partner? Talking about you—still single, aren’t you?
(Not that he wasn’t single at the moment either…)
While Fang Shi basked in his smugness, Yan Luo, on the other hand, found herself increasingly unable to handle Fang Shi’s ever-evolving and increasingly proficient flirting tactics.
The way they interacted was something else. One side constantly pushing closer, saying sweet nothings with ease, while the other occasionally dropped unexpected bombs, often caught off guard, just like the audience watching.
Their dynamic was so full of chemistry that their originally serious gaming stream ended up with an extra label—
#Dogfood_Livestream#
After another match, during the waiting period, Fang Shi suddenly smiled.
Before anyone could react, a new message appeared on the screen.
fs : [Xiao Luo, what’s your blood type?]
Luo : […B. Why?]
fs : [No, you’re my ideal type.]
Luo : [……]
At this point, someone had clearly mastered the art of flirting.