Although everything that needed to be said had already been said, discordant opinions still existed in the livestream comments.
Zuo Tao ruffled his already-messy hair. The harder he tried to explain, the happier the antis in the comments were, and he couldn’t find a way to silence them alone.
【He gave you medicine? I don’t believe it.】
【FIRE is right behind you carrying a knife, isn’t he?】
【I have a question. Is FIRE your father, ah? You’re flattering him like this.】
【OP, there may be no other alternative but to flatter him. Who doesn’t know FIRE’s status in Wildfire? People with no power have no rights.】
【News: Fenmao has stopped talking. We got things right, huh? Bet you didn’t expect us to have alt accounts1Meaning, Zuo Tao probably banned their main accounts but they still had alts they could use to join and make noise..】
With more and more comments like this appearing, Zuo Tao began to feel irritated. He was dizzy and uncomfortable, so he looked up and rolled his sleeves. “Who wants to be a mod? Tell me and I’ll assign you. Just help me ban the antis!”
【Baobei give me a slot, I love silence the most!!!】
【Um… I almost died when my son rolled up his sleeves. Give me one, too, let’s ban them together.】
【Ban, ban, ban!!】
【To be honest, PINK, just keep talking. The comments are obviously from a paid water army2Accounts that can be bought to comment on certain topics to sway ‘public opinion’. I think ‘troll farm’ is the term used internationally?, and there’s nothing we can do to stop it.】
【Indeed, there’s someone swaying the topic. But when it comes to saying that FIRE as a person is great… I still don’t quite believe it.】
【Is the person leading the topic a sadist? They’ve been making money out of FIRE for years, but they haven’t had enough yet.】
Zuo Tao commended this argument from the one with the ID “FIRE is the strongest in the world”.
In just a few seconds, a second wave of viewers surged into the livestream.
Song Shihan’s fanbase was huge. It seemed that just a second ago he was fighting the antis alone, but now there were countless viewers in the stream who all wore iron badges as Song Shihan’s fans.
For a moment, the entire screen was covered in dense comments —
【You can sit back, Fenmao. Leave this to the dads.】
【Sisters, mothers, and Fenmao’s other family3Not his literal family, but ZT’s fans call themselves his ‘moms’ and ‘sisters’, please step back as well. It isn’t good for ladies to stay up late. Leave the killing to these tough guys.】
【PINK, we, FIRE’s fans, are now certain of you for protecting our FIRE tonight!】
【Followed already, and if you have nothing else to do, please also urge FIRE to go live!】
【Let’s link our arms and shout FIRE/PINK, the friendship4( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) within this team will never collapse!】
Zuo Tao stared at his screen and burst out laughing. The fight was so spectacular that he couldn’t help but feel proud. He said, “What are you talking about? We’re all from the same family, and we must stand united against the common enemy.”
He reached into his pocket for a cigarette out of habit, only realizing that he was wearing pajamas after finding nothing. He leaned back against his chair, moving his right leg over his left, something arrogant between his eyebrows.
Right then, knocks sounded from the door, the sound clear in the silence of the night.
Zuo Tao hesitated before asking, “Who’s there?”
“Me,” a deep voice sounded from outside.
Zuo Tao’s heart skipped a bit, and he quickly put his leg down. Song Shihan’s voice was extremely recognizable, magnetic and steady. There were even referees who admitted that they found monitoring FIRE’s comms entertaining, listening to his voice a pleasure.
Many fans also claimed, by unanimous agreement, that FIRE’s voice would be enough to get them pregnant.
At this moment, though, Zuo Tao couldn’t find it in himself to appreciate it. He stood up, something helpless flashing through his sickly expression.
【What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost?】
【Someone knocked on the door, didn’t you hear?】
【???】
【Son, you have a very suspicious look on your face.】
Zuo Tao had no idea what to do. He stood still for a few seconds, glancing at the comments that were bursting at the seams, realizing that he let his guard down for a moment.
There was no other explanation; Song Shihan must have seen his livestream, that’s why he was here.
Help…
How do I explain this? Is it possible to just smash everything now? Oh god, did I lose my brain somewhere?
After waiting for a long time with no one responding, Song Shihan knocked on the door again, calling, “Zuo Tao?”
“Coming!”
Without thinking further, Zuo Tao bent down and clicked on the lower button in the stream, before running to open the door.
However, what he failed to notice was that the livestream was still ongoing.
【Eh? Baobei, I don’t quite understand what you’re trying to do.】
【Just open the door if you have to, what’s the point of muting the stream?】
【I don’t get it either, but I have a bold guess.】
【Could it be that Fenmao accidentally clicked the button next to ending the stream when he was planning on ending it?】
【Who’s outside the door? Acting so mysterious and suspicious.】
【Let me see who’s being inconspicuous.】
Opening the door a crack, Zuo Tao saw Song Shihan standing outside his door, holding an insulated thermos in his hand. The night lights in the hallway elongated his show.
“Can I come in?” Song Shihan asked, lowering his eyes to meet Zuo Tao’s gaze.
Zuo Tao was still feeling guilty, not knowing where to put his hands. With a feigned calm, he opened the door wider and said, “Of course, please come in.”
Song Shihan entered, Zuo Tao following close behind, asking, “Captain, why are you here so late?”
Song Shihan handed the thermos to Zuo Tao, raising his eyebrows. “Why do you think?”
Zuo Tao looked up at him, confused.
“Livestreaming at this time?” Song Shihan remained standing, changing the topic instead: “Have some porridge first. It’s freshly cooked.”
He had, actually, heard footsteps outside the break room earlier. He didn’t pay it much mind earlier, but in hindsight, it must have been Zuo Tao who woke up and was looking for something to eat. However, after hearing their conversation, he must have chosen not to enter.
Zuo Tao felt it was strange. “Auntie hasn’t rested yet?”
“She’s asleep,” Song Shihan said, shifting his gaze away to Zuo Tao’s Crayon Shin-chan bedsheets. “I cooked it myself, so it may not be as good.”
Zuo Tao was stunned, his hand around the thermos tightening. “Was it hard?”
Song Shihan looked at him again. “Why, you won’t try it?”
“No! I might end up eating too much.”
Meanwhile, the comments —
【With the sound on mute, their every interaction just makes us imagine more.】
【No, no, no, I’m curious, what are they talking about!】
【What did FIRE say to make Fenmao look so shy and nervous?】
Sitting down on his chair and holding the thermos, Zuo Tao felt like he’d been soaked in a pot of honey.
Congee cooked by the male god himself, hihi…
He carefully unscrewed the lid while lost in thought. The next moment, he caught a glimpse of the computer monitor on the desk, the screen still on, comments still densely packed.
Zuo Tao: …
After a moment of confusion, realization dawned on him and his face paled in fear.
【Hi, we meet again!】
【HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!】
【If I didn’t see it myself, I wouldn’t have believed it.】
【What’s with the panic? Isn’t it normal for teammates to visit each other at night?】
His brain short-circuited. Zuo Tao lifted his gaze and glanced at Song Shihan, who had also noticed the mistake, mirth shining in his light, deep eyes.
Zuo Tao laughed dryly, saying, “En, I’ll turn off the computer first.” He took the stream off mute and said, “That’s all for today, everyone please rest well.”
【Why, don’t end the stream! No ending allowed!】
【Keep the livestream on for mom. You’re going to be left in the same room with another man, mom is very worried.】
Fearing that Song Shihan might see this nonsense, Zuo Tao shifted to block his view of the screen, blushing as he spoke lowly, “Please don’t speak without thinking, okay?
【Ehhh? Is that really the tone you should be taking when you’re asking someone for a favor?】
【Son, I’ll sing for you — Your face is as red as an apple~】
【We won’t say anything, we just want to see you ~share your feelings~】
Zuo Tao: “I won’t say any more, just…”
A hand reached out from behind, grabbing his mouse. A feeling akin to an electric shock shot up his arm, and Zuo Tao quickly pulled his hand away. As soon as he looked up, he was met with the view of Song Shihan’s smooth jaw and his bobbing adam’s apple.
【Look at that, what’s with that… aren’t they a little too close? /shy.jpg】
【Same…】
【Suddenly giving gifts to CP fans?】
【Ahhhhhh what’s going on with you two!!!】
【It’s all because PINK is still a minor, I feel too embarrassed to say anything in the comments.】
Watching the comments grow weirder and weirder, Zuo Tao felt like his soul was about to leave his body. Restless, he said, “Captain, it’s getting late, you should go back and sleep…”
Song Shihan raised his other hand to rub his hair, saying lowly, “Go ahead and eat.” Then, he nodded at the camera. “Good evening, everyone.”
【Hello, God Han! Good evening!】
【Help, I’m gonna pass out from my husband’s handsomeness T_T】
【Someone throw this unscrupulous woman out for me!】
Fortunately, the strange comments were quickly covered by FIRE’s fans, and the topic gradually turned more serious. Song Shihan picked out a few comments related to the game to answer.
Zuo Tao also breathed out a slow sigh of relief.
Until another comment flashed by —
【FIRE, be honest. Have you ever bullied our Fenbao5Fen = pink; bao = babe/baby. This would be Pinkbabe (as opposed to Xinbao’s Starbabe) if translated?】
Honestly, this comment wasn’t eye-catching, quickly getting drowned out by many others, but it still caused Zuo Tao to tense for a moment, afraid of even looking at Song Shihan.
However, the phenomenon of attracting what you fear was simply something that was difficult to explain with science —
He heard Song Shihan admit, openly, “En, I did bully him.”
【Ahhhhhh, I knew it! My son cried so badly and I knew it must have been because of you.】
【Apologize!】
【Apologize, in front of us!】
【Can FIRE stop bullying him, please,,,】
【Apologize!!!】
Zuo Tao quickly put down his spoon, his face showing his discomfort, saying, “No, it’s nothing, it was…”
“En,” Song Shihan interrupted, not letting him continue speaking. He raised his hand and pressed it against his forehead, whispering, “I will apologize.”
Zuo Tao looked up at him.
Song Shihan leaned down slightly, and, as if to comfort him, wrapped his arm around Zuo Tao’s shoulder, whispering:
“I’m sorry about yesterday.”
A low voice rang in his ear, bouncing back and forth against the walls of the room and hitting Zuo Tao’s heart, bull’s eye.
Afterwards, Song Shihan said something else, but Zuo Tao had no presence of mind to pay attention. His body was numb, especially his ears, the temperature rising until even his fingertips felt hot.
A few more minutes later, Song Shihan ended the broadcast for him. He glanced at Zuo Tao sitting on the bed, dazed. He asked: “Have you finished eating?”
Zuo Tao nodded, his heart still unable to calm down. “…done.”
“En, give me the thermos.” Song Shihan stood up and took the thermos, glancing at the medicine on Zuo Tao’s desk. “Zuo Tao.” He paused in his movements, picking up the glass. “You good kids even know how to lie?”
From the TL:
I know I said I’ll be updating more regularly, but along with one project starting I got given two more to work on hhhhh. Still, I will keep at this novel because I love these guys so much!!!
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An extra chapter will be posted each time we reach our dono goal of 3 ko-fis~
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