Allergic To Furry Things But Can Pet Them Mentally – CH49

Chapter 49

The profile picture and name had just been changed after Tang Rong finished watching that livestream of the creator selling goods while taking care of three children. The little snow leopard was extremely satisfied with it.

The butler had no idea where Tang Rong had learned this sort of naming style. He only found it both cute and funny.

Very soon, he tapped into Jiuwei’s homepage through Tang Rong’s optical brain and discovered that Tang Rong had already followed him. Most likely, those two little fangirl classmates from the class had taught him how.

It was a newly registered account. The profile picture was still the same crookedly written two characters for Jiuwei, written by Tang Hu himself when he was little.

There was only one post on the page—a shared notice about the upcoming livestream.

There weren’t a huge number of likes and comments under the post, but there definitely weren’t few, either.

The butler had already looked through them earlier. Most of the comments were things like “my youth is back” and the like. After all, most of Jiuwei’s work had been songs for cartoons, and he had disappeared for four years. That was long enough for one group of children who had grown up listening to his songs to become older, while at the same time a whole new group of children was now watching those cartoons every day and listening to him sing, along with the auntie fans from the old days who had once loved watching his livestreams.

Tang Rong still didn’t know many words, so the butler didn’t open the comments section for him to look through. He only read the words above aloud to him once.

Three minutes passed quickly. The moment the clock struck, the butler refreshed the page and tapped the profile picture now showing that the livestream had started, entering the livestream room.

The little child holding the snow leopard instantly lit up with excitement.

“It’s Third Brother!”

The little snow leopard already knew that Xiao Rong’s Third Brother was that nine-tailed fox who kept competing with it for affection, so it gazed at the livestream screen with no great feeling one way or the other.

Tang Hu was holding a guitar. Though his clothes were only simple, casual wear, it was easy to tell they had been carefully matched. After all the suffering from diet fox meals, backflips, jump rope, and the like—not to mention how busy he had been ever since coming back to the main planet—he had genuinely slimmed down a lot. With the right clothes on top of that, every advantage of a sixteen-year-old boy was further brought out.

Tang Hu made a slight adjustment to the camera, still not quite reassured, and while doing so, he glanced at the bullet comments.

[Oh my god! In my memory Jiuwei was still just a cute little kid—how did he suddenly grow up into such a tall, handsome one?!]

[Four years, four years. I hereby announce—I’m directly switching from auntie fan to girlfriend fan.]

[Ahhh my youth is back. In university I always kept Jiuwei’s livestream open in the background while listening to his songs and doing homework. Now I’ve already graduated and become an office slave, and only now has Jiuwei finally started livestreaming again!]

[[heart][heart][heart]]

[Go Jiuwei brother!]

Tang Hu touched his nose somewhat embarrassedly.

“Long time no see… ahem, let’s listen to some songs.”

With that, he lowered his head and began strumming the guitar, his gaze dropping, lashes covering the emotions in his eyes.

He was still somewhat nervous, after all. This was the field he loved most, and also the nightmare he had run away from for four years without daring to face.

Mom, I’ve been brave one more time.

The first song was the cartoon theme song that most little children could sing—not just little children, but also the children who had already grown up into bigger children.

Tang Rong hugged the little snow leopard, his body swaying gently with the melody, the little feet in his tiger slippers also swinging back and forth.

Third Brother had previously recorded this song inside the nine-tailed fox doll for him, and Tang Rong had listened to it many times. But hearing it now in the livestream felt different again.

As soon as the singing started, the number of people online in the livestream room rose rapidly. More passersby came in, and the comments began jumping even faster.

[Such a familiar melody. Feels like I’ve gone back to before I became a bitter old hag…]

[The first time I heard this I was still a little girl. Now I’m already the mother of four.]

[Wow, so this was original? The first time I heard this song was nearly ten years ago, right? I was still in primary school. Never thought I’d get to hear the grown-up singer perform it again.]

[My son’s kindergarten teacher just taught their class a dance choreographed to this song. Super cute.]

[Same with my daughter. She heard the song and immediately ran over to perform the dance for me, hahaha. Pure conditioned reflex at this point.]

[Streamer, don’t just sing, do a little dance too!]

[Hahaha don’t make things hard for the streamer. Ever since he was little, Jiuwei has never been good at dancing.]

After singing for a while, Tang Hu relaxed a little and tried glancing up at the bullet comments. Just then, he happened to see those comments asking him to dance and helplessly curled his lips a little.

It was true—his limbs weren’t very coordinated. Out of his whole body, only his nine tails in fox form were really agile.

At that thought, a scene flashed before his eyes again—the scene on the spaceship, when, in fox form, he had used tail shadows to entertain little brother and make him happy.

Some livestreamers would stream in spirit form. Compared to ordinary animals, spirit forms were smarter and could produce more interesting effects on stream, so the popularity was generally not low.

But because of the defect in his spiritual power, Tang Hu had never once appeared on screen in spirit form.

And he didn’t really need to.

After one song ended, Tang Hu casually interacted with a few comments and continued on to the next song.

After only a short while, it was already obvious that the popularity of the livestream room was growing higher and higher. Part of that was due to the stream itself, but another part of it was clearly due to the Tang family.

Although he used the stage name Jiuwei, he was, after all, streaming with his face shown. His real identity had long since not been any kind of secret.

And the bullet comments gradually shifted from discussing the songs and the singer to mixing in all sorts of discussion about the Tang family, including the ambush four years ago.

Some of those comments were just from people enjoying the drama, but another portion was clearly deliberate.

[Stop singing, streamer. Why don’t you tell us about the accident you and your mother had four years ago?]

[Can’t you show us the little brother who was found and brought back? He’s been back on the main planet for so long and you’ve all hidden him so tightly. Is his spiritual power defective like the rest of yours too?]

[Bring your little brother onto the stream too. The traffic would definitely be better.]

Before starting the stream, Tang Hu had already prepared himself for this. He had been traveling around the star systems for four years and had gone through a lot, so his heart was no longer so fragile. It wasn’t enough to stop him from singing.

Tang Rong didn’t know many words, but characters like mom and little brother, words related to family, were things he did know. Those kinds of family titles had been taught in the recent early education courses he’d been watching, and he had learned them very seriously.

“What are those comments saying?” Tang Rong turned and asked the butler sitting beside him.

A little earlier, the butler had already explained to him that the words jumping around on the screen were called bullet comments.

He could also send bullet comments himself, but since he was secretly watching Third Brother’s stream, he didn’t dare leave any trace in case Third Brother noticed, so he hadn’t sent anything.

The system could also translate the bullet comments for him, but since Butler Uncle was right there, the system was afraid of exposing something strange, so it told him to ask the butler directly instead.

The butler’s lips moved, and he told a lie. “Nothing much. They’re just praising Third Brother’s singing and saying it reminds them of how Mom sang this song to them too when they were little.”

Tang Rong very obviously didn’t believe him. “I’ll have the AI translate it for me.”

The butler had no choice but to say, “They’re picking faults and trying to affect Third Brother’s singing. Don’t mind them. On public platforms like livestreams, anyone can send bullet comments. Some bad people deliberately say ugly things to affect the streamer. Malice from bad people doesn’t need a reason. Seeing others feel bad is what makes them happy.”

Tang Rong understood the kind of bad people the butler was talking about.

Back on the junk planet, he had encountered many like that. For example, that bad child who had found out he was allergic to small animals, then deliberately threw kittens and puppies at him just to watch him suffer from the allergic reaction and laugh loudly. They hadn’t even known each other.

Tang Rong caught onto another important point in what the butler had said. “Anyone can send bullet comments?”

The butler hesitated, then nodded.

…

Because those bullet comments annoyed him, Tang Hu simply lowered his head again, fixed his eyes on the guitar in his hands, and tried to sink all of his attention into the song.

But he still failed.

The reason he had deleted his account, left the main planet, and not touched any instrument for four years was because of the ambush four years ago—because of his mother’s sudden death and his younger brother being lost. All of it, every last thing, had happened on the way to the music hall where she had been taking him.

He had thought that registering a new account, summoning the courage to livestream and sing again, meant that he had finally let it go.

That wasn’t true at all.

He was still affected by it. He still thought of many dark and painful memories.

Tang Hu couldn’t help glancing up at the bullet comments again. His Adam’s apple rolled quickly, and his fingers accidentally struck a few wrong notes. But he knew that if even these comments were enough to overwhelm him, then he wouldn’t be able to continue down this path anyway.

But when he looked up again, he found that the bullet comments had been completely overtaken by a flood of comments that looked almost like they were from bots.

Before the stream started, he had already turned on bullet comment protection filters, which could completely block bot-spammed comments and foul-language comments. There was no reason for actual bot comments to appear in his livestream.

Then there was only one possibility—these comments were all sent by real people.

If they were from paid commenters the family had hired, he wouldn’t have found it strange, but… these comments really didn’t look like the kind of paid commenters his family would hire. They were way too exaggerated, way too bot-like.

[brother, fighting!]

[Jiuwei brother [heart] sounds so good!!]

[[heart][heart][heart]]

[sooodd ggooodd]

[brother is the best!!]

[[clap][heart-hands][clap][heart-hands]]

[Sounds good sounds good sounds good sounds good sounds good]

[[great][great][great][great][great][great][great]]

…

Tang Hu looked carefully at the profile pictures and names of those comments.

Why did one account called Baby at Home look so familiar… and it kept sending brother, fighting again and again.

Damn it.

It was his little brother holding the little snow leopard.

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