It’s So Noisy, A Friend Gave Me a Pearl Bird – CH32

Chapter 32

Si Jingce suddenly appeared in the livestream, and the chat instantly erupted.

The boy in his arms froze, not knowing what to do for a moment.

After making himself a moderator and kicking out the annoying person, the man glanced at the chat, said nothing, and stepped out of the camera frame.

[Holy shit—why does little bro look so tiny in lcberg’s arms!]

[You sly lcberg, not running your main account but naming your alt Strawberry Milk Ice and lurking here!]

[Ahhh who screenshotted that just now!!]

[Got it got it! Little bro, your face is so red! So red!]

Yanyan’s cheeks were indeed burning hot. He rubbed his face, trying to cool down.

It didn’t work—he only got even hotter.

Meanwhile, Luo Huoxi, who had just been kicked out, re-entered the stream.

He immediately dropped three deep-sea torpedoes, but before he could send a message, he was kicked out again by Si Jingce.

Yanyan blinked at the scene. “Brother…”

“It’s fine,” Si Jingce comforted. “Ignore him. Keep streaming.”

The boy nodded and prepared to continue introducing the chocolate in his hand…

Just as Luo Huoxi stubbornly charged back in again, he dropped five or six landmines without waiting for Yanyan to speak.

[He’s still gifting? That’s gotta be ten thousand already!]

[I checked his stream—he’s addicted, still topping up!]

[This is insane, he’s about to push the kid to the homepage.]

Yanyan hurriedly turned to Si Jingce for help. “Brother!”

“Don’t worry about it.” Si Jingce lowered his head, continuing to knit. “Let him spend.”

This time, he didn’t kick Luo Huoxi out again. Instead, he quietly waited for him to finish gifting.

Flashy effects exploded across the screen.

[Luo Huoxi: lcberg, that’s not very nice. I’m just supporting the kid’s career—who are you to interfere?]

“Family,” Si Jingce replied. “I didn’t kick you out this time, did I? If you want to support, go ahead.”

[Luo Huoxi: ?]

Yanyan: ?

Luo Huoxi cautiously sent another deep-sea torpedo.

Si Jingce did nothing.

After testing a few more times and confirming there was no interference, Luo Huoxi went all in.

The screen was flooded with effects, lagging the computer, until a “balance insufficient” notification finally popped up—and he snapped back to reality.

Damn! I got played!

Luo Huoxi finally stopped.

Si Jingce glanced at the screen and smiled. “Alright, Yanyan. Thank him for the support.”

Yanyan blankly went, “Oh,” and opened the gift list. “Thank you… Luo Huoxi for the thirty deep-sea torpedoes.”

[Luo Huoxi: ……]

[You just got scammed LOL]

[Thirty thousand! He really went all out!]

Seeing the chat, Yanyan turned to Si Jingce, confused. “Brother, should we return the favor?”

Si Jingce raised a brow. “You want to return gifted donations?”

[Luo Huoxi: …………]

[Enough, he’s broken HAHAHA]

[Luo Huoxi: Fine, you win!]

Clutching his empty wallet, Luo Huoxi left the stream in misery.

His money!! His money!

Thanks to Luo Huoxi’s “help,” Yanyan’s stream popularity climbed rapidly, soon entering the top twenty of the newcomer rankings.

He obediently began thanking donors one by one: “Thank you Brother Yunduan for the three torpedoes, thank you Bobo Mei-jiejie for five torpedoes, thank you Leidian for one torpedo…”

[With this many gifts, this might be the most stacked newbie stream ever]

[This is nothing—there are rich viewers dropping six figures just to get pinned at the top]

[Yunduan and Bobo Mei donated—why isn’t a certain Strawberry family member showing support?]

Yanyan read the comment aloud and immediately connected the “Strawberry family member.”

“I didn’t want brother to spend money,” he giggled. “After the stream, brother will definitely reward me in other ways, right brother?”

Pulling a “shoot first, report later” move quite smoothly.

Si Jingce nodded. “Mm, there will be a reward.”

[Tell us more about the reward ]

A wave of [eyeing] emojis flooded the chat.

“No inappropriate talk in chat,” Si Jingce said seriously. “Or I’ll use my moderator privileges.”

[Little bro look at him—]

[Fine, no spicy talk here, I’ll go somewhere else ? Tonight 10pm, 20k words ‘reward’ luxury car scene, see you in the supertopic]

The chat was noisy for a while before finally settling down.

The temporary traffic brought by others quickly faded. Yanyan glanced at the viewer count—190,000.

Now it was up to him to hold the audience.

“Let’s continue with this chocolate.”

Yanyan reacted quickly, breaking the chocolate open. A vivid green filling slowly oozed out.

Crispy shredded pastry wrapped in a thick pistachio filling—it looked rich enough to almost smell the pistachio aroma.

[Wait… doesn’t this color look like undigested grass in a cow’s stomach?]

[I get it—like that cow dung soup thing?]

“Cow dung soup?” Yanyan caught onto the new food. “Is it tasty?”

Si Jingce replied, “Cow dung hotpot—the ingredients sound hard to accept, but it actually tastes decent. Quite addictive.”

[Hehe, little bro should do a dark cuisine stream next time]

Yanyan mentally noted the suggestion and brought the chocolate closer to the camera.

“As soon as you open it, you can smell pistachio—it’s very fragrant.”

He took a bite. The milk chocolate and pistachio cream blended together, while the crispy filling crunched loudly—tempting anyone watching.

[That crunch sounds amazing… I want it]

[Looked up the price. I’m out.]

[Ahhh describe the taste more!]

Yanyan took a sip of bitter black coffee to balance the overwhelming sweetness.

“The chocolate flavor is a bit too strong—it overpowers the pistachio,” he thought for a moment. “Maybe chilling it in the fridge would make it taste better.”

“Overall, it doesn’t quite match the ‘desserts shouldn’t be too sweet’ preference. I recommend pairing it with black coffee. If you love sweets, though, it’s worth trying.”

[Too expensive AND too sweet? I’m gone]

[I have a high sugar tolerance—it does taste good, but not very cost-effective]

Seeing that even Yanyan didn’t particularly love this dessert, Si Jingce reached out, ready to take the chocolate away.

Unexpectedly, the boy frowned and silently finished the chocolate in his hand, then drank a full cup of black coffee.

Yanyan said seriously, “We shouldn’t waste food.”

But there was still half a piece left on the table.

He secretly glanced at Si Jingce.

Si Jingce understood immediately. “I don’t eat sweets.”

The chocolate had already been pushed toward him.

“Brother.” Yanyan coaxed softly, “Just take one bite. We can’t waste food.”

Si Jingce remained unmoved. “I don’t eat sweets.”

Yanyan looked over—both of Si Jingce’s hands were occupied, still knitting that little doll.

After thinking for a moment, the boy picked up the chocolate and held it to his lips, staring at him expectantly.

His pale fingertips were lightly smeared with dark chocolate; even the smell alone felt overwhelmingly sweet.

“I’m feeding you already!” Yanyan frowned, threatening fiercely, “Eat it!”

Si Jingce fell silent for a moment, then took a bite without a word.

It was so sweet it felt like his teeth would fall out, his throat almost cloyed shut.

Terrible.

Right after that, the boy held up the black coffee and let him take a sip.

The bitterness barely washed away the sweetness.

Yanyan asked curiously, “How does it feel?”

“It feels…” the man thought for a moment, “like I might need twenty units of insulin before dinner tonight.”

[Watching you two interact, I feel like I need insulin too]

[That crunch crunch sound… and you say you don’t eat sweets?]

[lcberg, do you not have hands?! Why make him feed you! Why not move the camera closer!!]

Si Jingce didn’t see the comments.

One bite of chocolate, one sip of coffee—he finished the remaining chocolate.

Yanyan’s fingertips were now sticky with melted chocolate.

He looked at his fingers and, without hesitation, slowly stuck out his tongue, licking the chocolate clean bit by bit.

Si Jingce’s eyelid twitched. “Don’t lick like that.”

Yanyan: ?

Yanyan: “You’re so weird!”

Why are you controlling everything?

[You’re so weird (pointing fingers)]

[You’re so weird +1]

[It can’t just be me thinking things… I’m weird too (pointing fingers)]

Si Jingce looked at Yanyan, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

“Anyway, don’t lick like that.”

The overly sweet taste of chocolate lingered in his mouth even after the stream ended, refusing to fade.

After saying goodbye to the viewers, Yanyan rinsed his mouth and cleaned up the table.

He had eaten so many snacks today—his stomach was full, and his heart felt full too.

Meanwhile, Si Jingce opened the backend and checked Yanyan’s livestream data.

“How is it, how is it?!”

The boy excitedly leaned over, practically draping himself over Si Jingce’s back, resting his chin on the man’s shoulder as he curiously looked at the screen.

After one glance—great, he couldn’t understand any of it.

“The retention rate is 65%, follower conversion rate is 73%… peak viewers reached 390,000, and today’s earnings…” Si Jingce said slowly.

Yanyan’s eyes lit up bit by bit. “How much, how much?”

Si Jingce smiled. “Excluding the gifts from acquaintances… you didn’t make back the initial cost, but it’s already very good.”

The boy cheered and immediately hugged Si Jingce.

“From today on, I’m a bird who can earn money too! I’m amazing! Thank you, brother!”

He cupped Si Jingce’s face and planted a firm kiss on his cheek.

A crisp “mwah” echoed in the study.

Si Jingce froze slightly.

Yanyan also paused for a moment.

The boy met his eyes, suddenly feeling guilty, and prepared to get up and leave.

But instead of lecturing him like usual about “not kissing people randomly,” Si Jingce suddenly grabbed his hand.

With a gentle pull, Yanyan fell right back into his arms.

“Mm,” Si Jingce held him, “very impressive.”

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