That One Rich Fan of Mine

Chapter 21

Lin Xizhou was sitting on the sofa in the BLK gaming house. The members were lined up on the other side. They had an imposing manner, like the three senior officers in a joint hearing.

Ji Beiling sat next to Lin Xizhou, unscrewed the insulated thermos and poured soup into the six bowls he took out from the kitchen. First, he poured a full bowl in front of Lin Xizhou, then poured a second and equally full bowl for himself, and then split the miserly remaining bits into the four bowls for his other team members.

Lin Xizhou was so embarrassed that he wanted to dig himself into a hole. He tried to find a more comfortable position, then he looked at the steaming chicken soup, and finally reached out to pull down his mask.

Four pairs of eyes in various sizes and various shapes were like saucers, staring straight at Lin Xizhou’s face.

Lin Xizhou and Lin Xiting’s eyes were very similar. At the beginning, Bighead thought it was the same beautiful sister. Who would have expected it to be a different face that everyone was familiar with after the mask was revealed.

Lin Xizhou, the actor that played Chu Jingtian and who they met at the buffet restaurant.

Bighead was going to blurt out, “It’s you!”, but it was stuck in his throat. The noise that came out of his mouth was “Ge”, and it reverberated in the air for a long time, like a powerful burp.

Little Dream was also very surprised, but he was also amused by Bighead’s burping. Due to the serious atmosphere, he held back his laughter with a red face.

Lin Xizhou raised his hand as if it weighed a thousand catty. He waved to the four people on the opposite couch with difficulty.

“Hello everyone.”

Bighead, “Er…”

Little Dream, “Hello, hello—”

GLUCK, “How are you?”

Orange, “Yes, nice to see you again!”

So dry.

The conversation was as dry as a tissue that had been crumpled in a pocket for three days when it was the only thing available in a bathroom. Lin Xizhou gazed hollowly at Ji Beiling and found that the culprit was calmly drinking his soup.

The soup was very fragrant, not overly oily, and the temperature was just right. After a mouthful, it warmed up both the stomach and the heart.

Ji Beiling put down the bowl, glanced at Lin Xizhou with a smile, and then introduced him like a normal person, “This is Lin Xizhou, who is also my fan, Custard Cream Pineapple Bun. Our parents are also good friends. Today, this friend of mine came to see me.”

Lin Xizhou, “…???”

There seems to be something wrong???

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The expression on the other members’ faces immediately shifted. They all chorused polite flattery.

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Ji Beiling took another sip of the soup. He said calmly, yet threateningly, “Did I hear livestreaming before the Spring Season?”

Bighead and Little Dream immediately shrank their heads back into their collars, pretending to be two quiet quails.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Lin Xizhou quickly raised his bowl in front of others. “Come, have some soup. I made it tonight, because of everyone’s hard work.”

So the six sat in the living room and drank soup together. It was quiet and solemn as if they were carrying out some important ceremony.

Glutinous Rice came from the next door. As soon as he opened the door, he saw this scene. He was startled from head to toe.

Subconsciously, he closed the door and went to the garden from the back, intending to spectate for any changes.

After finishing the soup, Lin Xizhou stood up and looked pitifully at Ji Beiling.

I—am—leaving—

He mouthed those three words to Ji Beiling.

The older boy slowly put down his bowl and faced the younger man, who was clearly nervous based on his crimson face.

He then stood up, helped Lin Xizhou pick up the coat and scarf on the sofa, and handed one article of clothing at a time to Lin Xizhou.

Lin Xizhou put on his scarf in a daze, and when Ji Beiling passed him his coat, he put on his coat in an equal daze.

Ji Beiling saw him out the door with gentle and attentive eyes.

“Be careful on the road.”

The voice seemed to be accompanied by the warmth of the soup.

Lin Xizhou’s face, which was buried in his scarf, began to turn hot again. He nodded obediently, turned, and stepped forward. He almost forgot how to walk as he continued stiffly, step by step.

When Ji Beiling returned to the living room, eight eyes were locked on him.

He didn’t respond, instead, he picked up the insulated thermos and a snack bag and made to go upstairs.

Before he could, Bighead, with his greedy-sharp eyes, had to ask, “Boss, what’s in that bag, do we have a share?”

Ji Beiling smiled. “Still have space to eat? If you don’t lose more weight, your face won’t fit into the camera frame.”

After that, he went upstairs lightly.

Bighead, who was attacked by Ji Beiling’s tempestuous language, was a little confused. Four of them sat in a row. No one dared to remind Ji Beiling that the meeting was not over.

Glutinous Rice, who was called earlier, extended his head from the door and asked in a low voice,

“Who was that just now?”

Orange kindly replied, “That was Custard Cream Pineapple Bun.”

Glutinous Rice’s eyes twinkled at once.

He slipped in and sat down on the sofa.

Ji Beiling dropped things off in his room and returned downstairs, glancing at Glutinous Rice.

The captain seemed to be in a good mood, but what came out of his mouth was not so cute.

“Glutinous Rice, you’re here? I called you here to ask you, have you taken the senior high school entrance examination?”

Glutinous Rice was a young dropout, who wanted to inquire about Custard Cream Pineapple Bun’s younger sister. Instead, he was hit in the head by a serious question and replied, “Er, no, no I have not?”

The players next to him immediately turned to Glutinous Rice with condemning eyes.

The youngest man didn’t know why he became the main focus. He drew in his shoulders awkwardly and asked, “Why, what’s wrong, didn’t everyone drop out of school to become a professional gamer?”

Bighead, “I’m at least a university dropout.”

Little dream, “Same here.”

The other players echoed.

Nuomi retorted in a low voice, “Didn’t North God drop out at sixteen?”

Bighead lamented, “North God attended university at sixteen, the rest of us dropped out in our first year of university!”

Huh?

Glutinous rice: …Excuse, excuse me?!

Ji Beiling went to his original seat to sit down and said lightly, “Your parents and our manager have decided. They hope you can at least take the senior high school entrance examination this year. They want you to at least have a high school degree. I heard that your junior high school grades were alright?”

He tapped the coffee table. These few words were like a death sentence to the juvenile internet addict. “Before the Summer Season, your load will be lightened so you can prepare for this year’s entrance examination.”

Glutinous Rice wanted to cry. No one told him he had to study as part of being a professional esport player!

How could there be such a horrific team!

This matter was settled with Ji Beiling making the final decision.

Although it was decided that Glutinous Rice would take part in this year’s high school entrance examination, in fact, he had only one day a week to study, which was his day off.

The team discussed finding a tutor for Glutinous Rice. Before everyone came into the team, their grades were passable. They agreed that junior high school knowledge didn’t need much work to learn. One could even learn it blindfolded.

So…

Glutinous Rice in grief, waited…and waited.

Saturday, which was originally his happiest day, started with him sitting alone in a vacant room, waiting for his tutor. A painful face waiting to learn junior high school’s trigonometric function.

The door was pushed open.

Originally, Glutinous rice thought there would be a middle-aged woman or an uncle, instead, he saw a girl wearing a pink sweater enter.

Sharp eyes, high nose, and thin lips. Those three combinations made this person extremely gorgeous.

Fuck…

Me…

Glutinous Rice accidentally ripped his test paper.

Custard—Custard Cream Pineapple Bun’s younger sister?

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Teo: pri, thank you so much for the ko-fi!

Update on the releasing schedule: There will be a longer time gap between each release.