In this way, during the live broadcast, the high-grade and high-tech Sheng Minglang got aroused.
The computer desk was higher than his waist, and the webcam could only capture his upper body. Lin Gousi was behind him, and although Zong Yuan was standing beside him, it was even less likely that he could see.
Driven by hormonal impulses, Sheng Minglang’s mind went blank from the heat.
In this blank state, he grabbed Zong Yuan’s collar, roughly pulled him down, and then, in front of millions of fans, leaned in and whispered in Zong Yuan’s ear, “I’m hard.”
Zong Yuan’s pupils contracted; he smelled the scent of human arousal.
【Is it… Is it this intense?】
【I’m already bleeding from my nose, damn it! Sheng-ge and this handsome guy look so cool!】
【Is it true that when two tops meet, one must become a bottom? Report, report, wasting resources!】
【Damn, the legendary tattoo!】
A corner of a green tattoo emerged on Zong Yuan’s neck.
This tattoo seemed alive, slowly extending upward on his neck. It was vivid, and the pattern was indistinguishable. Zong Yuan’s expression was restrained, and the tattoo on his neck exuded a mysterious and seductive charm that was hard to look away from.
【I’m a straight guy, and I don’t know what’s happening to me! I feel like my legs are weak, and my head is congested, damn!】
【The handsome guy said this is a pigeon blood tattoo. I just checked, and although it’s not green, pigeon blood tattoos are usually colorless and only reveal the pattern after drinking, sweating, or getting excited.】
【Exclude sweating in the air-conditioned room, and I didn’t see them drink. It must be excitement, right? Hehehe.】
【I’m curious about what made him so excited…】
【Sizzle, excitement, already brain-filled with a three-thousand-word erotic story.】
Sheng Minglang watched the green tattoo appear before his eyes, licked his lips, and boldly extended his tongue as if to lick it. The camera was firmly focused on them, and the barrage was filled with comments like 【Drool】【Nosebleed】.
Everyone was waiting for Sheng Minglang’s next move.
At a critical moment, Zong Yuan pulled his hand away. Frowning, he looked at the computer screen, and the tattoo on his neck quickly disappeared. The ominous atmosphere shattered the ambiguous mood. Sheng Minglang was momentarily stunned, following Zong Yuan’s gaze toward the barrage in confusion.
【What’s wrong??? The handsome guy’s gaze is so scary QAQ】
【+1 upstairs, I feel like I’m about to get hit…】
…
【Next, next door’s live stream!!!】
【What happened to the next door’s live stream? Is there another beautiful or handsome guy?】
【Next door’s live stream, isn’t that the streamer who broadcasts the terrifying places in Z City?】
【Something, something happened?】
【… Something happened!!!】
Zong Yuan frowned, “Switch over.”
Sheng Minglang immediately exited the game, telling the fans, “Today’s live stream ends here. See you on Monday. Bye.” He closed the streaming equipment and switched to the next-door live stream.
The next-door livestream usually liked bizarre and scientifically unexplainable phenomena. Sheng Minglang had been interested and watched a few times before losing interest and not paying attention anymore.
Zong Yuan watched as Sheng Minglang clicked into the livestream. The number of viewers in this livestream had skyrocketed to a terrifying figure.
Lin Gousi exclaimed, “Just this one livestream is enough for him for a year.”
The live stream was broadcasting a video. At this point, it had reached the latest part—an intersection surveillance footage. The time was 12:10 at night. On the deserted road, a speeding truck was rushing through a red light at a crossroads. Despite the red light and no pedestrians crossing, the truck’s speed didn’t decrease. It directly collided with a man who suddenly ran out onto the pedestrian walkway.
The man was thrown more than ten meters away and instantly fell to the ground, dead.
The three people in front of the computer fell silent together. Watching such a video was really uncomfortable. Lin Gousi suddenly frowned and said, “Sheng-ge, don’t you think this man looks familiar?”
The video in the live stream played again, and Sheng Minglang furrowed his brow, “It seems a bit familiar.”
Some fans recognized him, 【Isn’t this the gourmet streamer, Chef?】
【!!! Did he really die? I watched his livestream just last week.】
【Bullshit! Streamer, are you sick?! Get out here! The date on the video you posted is 12:10 today! Damn it, it’s not even 11 o’clock yet! Are you crazy?!】
【The streamer is sick! Cursing others to death for fun?! I wish rumors upon you too!】
【So, this crazy streamer didn’t experience this incident and just posted a video cursing someone to death? Haha, @Chef】
【Can’t see any signs of Photoshop. Probably found a similar video and changed the time. No morals! @Chef】
【Streamer, go to hell! Never seen such a malicious person. @Chef】
Sheng Minglang carefully checked the time, “It really is today.”
“So, is this person, craving attention and going insane?”
Zong Yuan said, “0046.”
0046 responded, “Strange, there are no traces of forgery. This is indeed a real video.”
“Tsk,” Zong Yuan pointed at the intersection in the video, “Sheng Minglang, do you know where this is?”
“Huh?” Sheng Minglang was momentarily puzzled before realizing, “Intersections all look the same; I can’t tell.”
The video segment in the live stream played back three times. Just as people were thinking of leaving the live stream, the streamer finally appeared on camera.
He was an average-looking young man, slender, and the location of his livestream was unknown. The background was completely dark, with only the faint blue light from the computer casting a glow on his face.
There was a black, mud-like substance on his forehead. He smiled warmly at the camera, “Good evening, friends! Tonight, the climax of our live stream has already been released. Yes, that’s right, we’re live predicting death!”
The barrage of comments became even more intense, and the streamer glanced at the content, sighing with regret, “You don’t believe me, why don’t you believe?”
“Then let me tell you some good news,” the streamer said, “Although Chef is going to die tonight, I’m sure you haven’t seen enough, so my next live stream will still predict death. Oh, how about selecting another streamer from Cat Live Livestream.”
He stared at the fan ranking, “Who should we choose?”
【Reported! Psychopath!】
【The one above, just call the police! Such people should be taken to the station to learn what it means to be human!】
Sheng Minglang directly cursed, “Are you insane?”
He was about to close the livestream when a red-colored font representing a high-level VIP jumped out in the barrage, 【Chef: At home, everyone don’t worry. I have no plans to go out tonight. I advise the streamer to be a better person. Already reported.】
【Chef!!!】
【It’s really a made-up story! Disgusting!】
【Everyone withdraw, never watching his livestream again!】
【Still livestreaming? Cat Live should ban his account directly!】
【Talking and talking, still seeking attention. This method is really wrong. This time, Cat Live must explain. Chef has quite a few fans. He just said he’s going to find another streamer to predict death?】
Sheng Minglang looked at Zong Yuan, and Zong Yuan said, “Close it.”
He seemed to be in a bad mood. Sheng Minglang frowned, “What’s wrong with you?”
Zong Yuan glanced at Lin Gousi, who was holding half a watermelon and watching the scene, “I’m going to take a shower.”
“Damn,” Sheng Minglang angrily lifted the table slightly, “Damn, I’m going to find him and ask him.”
“Go ahead, go ahead,” Lin Gousi, holding the watermelon, followed him to the vicinity of the bathroom, “Just burst in directly.”
“…Get the hell away!”
Lin Gousi directly ran away like a wisp of smoke, considerately closing the door. Sheng Minglang stood at the bathroom door for a while, not knowing what to say.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Not good.
“Are you hungry?” Perfunctory.
Damn!
Zong Yuan finished showering, and Sheng Minglang didn’t say a word. Wrapped in a towel, Zong Yuan opened the door, hands on the door frame, “How long are you going to stare blankly?”
“…” He could see abs and everything when he raised his head. This kind of day was truly heavenly.
Sheng Minglang forgot all the thoughts he had just been pondering in his head. He extended his fingers tentatively, “Can I poke you?”
Zong Yuan raised an eyebrow, calmly tidying the towel in front of him, “Where do you want to poke?”
Droplets of water remained on Zong Yuan’s body. Sheng Minglang suddenly came to his senses, “Where the hell is your tattoo?”
Wasn’t it supposed to be a pigeon blood tattoo? Where is it during the shower?
Zong Yuan thought for a moment, “Mine is an upgraded version of the tattoo.”
Sheng Minglang rolled his eyes, patting him on the body, “Big liar.”
Zong Yuan instinctively leaned backward.
He wasn’t wearing a hat on his head, and this was a purely reflexive move.
But Sheng Minglang didn’t see it that way.
He looked down at his hand, “Are you fucking… avoiding me?”
His tone was angry, stubborn, and a bit hurt.
Zong Yuan sighed, “No, I’m not.” He wanted to approach Sheng Minglang, but Sheng Minglang suddenly made a move, using all his strength to lunge forward. If he managed to reach Zong Yuan, it was great; if not, he would endure a fall.
Zong Yuan couldn’t let him fall.
Sheng Minglang firmly lunged into Zong Yuan’s arms, embracing the physique he had been peeking at for a long time. Before his brain could react, his hands had already started to explore.
The touch, the muscles…
Their first time in bed together would undoubtedly be perfect.
Zong Yuan held Sheng Minglang’s hands, helpless, “Look at me.”
“Alright, let Uncle take a good look at you. Are you interested in the top or the bottom?” Sheng Minglang raised his head with a mischievous smile, “You’re too naughty—! What the hell is this!”
He stared in shock at the pair of ears on Zong Yuan’s head that clearly weren’t there before! “Are you a pervert?”
Zong Yuan stared at him with dead fish eyes, and the ears on the top of his head trembled.
They could even tremble…
Could it be some kind of technological gadget?
Zong Yuan looked at Sheng Minglang’s changing expressions, feeling a bit nervous for once. “Don’t you like it?”
Zong Yuan didn’t even like his own appearance.
A grown man with a pair of ears on his head, afraid to go out without a hat.
Still quite cute…
Sheng Minglang looked down at his own feet, “Do I fucking like it? What’s it got to do with you? You don’t care anyway.”
The more he spoke, the more bitter he became, “You call Lin Gousi his name, yet you call me either ‘you’ or ‘uncle.’ You’re so indifferent, and you still care if I like it?”
Zong Yuan looked at him with complexity and couldn’t help but ask, “Am I indifferent to you?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Sheng Minglang glared at him, emphatically saying, “Although I owe you a fuck, it doesn’t mean anyone can fuck me!”
Veins bulged on Zong Yuan’s hand, “And then?”
Sheng Minglang angrily said, “You better hurry up and take off those cat ears on your head! Do you think you can make me think you’re cute just by wiggling your ears a few times? Am I that easily charmed?!”
Damn, damn!
Those ears moving are so cute!!!
Pointing at his own ears, Zong Yuan’s expression turned dangerous, “These are tiger ears!”
“Heh,” Sheng Minglang pointed at his little brother confidently, not losing any momentum, “I even claim to have a tiger whip!”
Zong Yuan: … You’re impressive.
Author’s note:
Sheng Minglang: Heh, I never lose in arguments (* / ω＼ *)
Zong Yuan: You’re impressive.
0046: You’re impressive.
Lin Gousi: Damn, you’re really impressive.
Dead fish eye expression: ▼-▼
