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A clueless, overly enthusiastic flirt who doesn't know he's fishing for compliments bottom x gaming god with a voice fetish top
Desperate to climb the ranks and have fun, You An, a gaming addict, pretended to be a cute big-eyed girl with a pretty face and sweet voice, then started an online romance with a ruthless, quiet gaming god.
The gaming god was aloof, with one little-known quirk: he had a thing for voices. To climb the ranks, You An held his nose and called him "gege" every day, telling him he was his favorite person. He successfully coddled the man until he was putty in his hands.
By the end, the god's cool image had completely crumbled. He kept calling You An his good little baby and insisting they meet in person.
You An: "???" No way. Not in this lifetime!
You An looked at his match history, which was green all the way down, and counted his steadily rising stars. He couldn't bear to give up this sucker of a buddy, or the joy of ranking up every day.
After making up an excuse to placate him for the time being,
You An thought, There are countless jungle carries out there, and the next one will be even more obedient. He hurried off to find a new jungle carry, hoping to find a replacement within a month. Then he could block the guy on WeChat and delete him from his game friends. Surely the jungle carry wouldn't be able to track him down after that.
It was a good plan, but it couldn't compete with someone who was too good at getting things done.
On the third day after blocking the jungle carry, You An was cornered at the entrance to his university.
The man was tall and lean, with refined features and narrowed phoenix eyes. His thin lips parted, and his words sent a chill through You An: "Yoyo Baby? Too shy to meet in person?"
You An could tell that this man was his online boyfriend. He never imagined that his sucker of a buddy would show up at his door.
"You've got the wrong person!" You An took off running, but halfway there, a large hand grabbed him by the hood of his sweatshirt and hauled him back like a little chick.
You An stood there obediently, ready to admit his mistake and mend his ways. "I'm sorry. I'll give you money. Please let me go."
The jungle carry in front of him gave a cold laugh, dragged him back to the hotel, and shut the door behind them. He spoke concisely: "Take it off."
Shen Yize had always been searching for a pair of eyes: round, with a red beauty mark at the outer corner.
One day, his roommate tossed him a phone and asked him to fill in for him and take a girl along. Shen Yize planned to finish the match and then quit. But then he saw the other player's avatar, and the beauty mark by the corner of her eye made him lose focus.
A trembling voice came through the microphone. "Gege, will it bother you if I turn on my mic?"
Shen Yize paused. No one knew he had a thing for voices. This voice was exactly to his taste.
He typed in silence: "No."
From then on, the young master Shen, who usually lost interest in games after three minutes, logged in every day just to help his partner climb the ranks.
Later, when he suggested meeting in person and got rejected, Shen Yize thought he'd wait a little longer. Who could have guessed he'd end up with a giant red exclamation mark, and the other person would delete him from their game friends?
Shen Yize: "..." Someone's being naughty. I'll have to go catch him myself.
Looking at the young man in front of him, brows drooping as he played sweet and innocent,
Shen Yize sighed. A boyfriend would do, too.
Theme: Be honest, and correct your mistakes when you make them
Very interesting. Is the author still there?