Chapter 85: Transmigrated as a Fraudulent Male Streamer (9)
Cen Yu didn’t care about He Yongning’s thoughts at all. Or rather, from the perspective of maintaining his persona, it was even better that He Yongning heard it.
He looked at He Yongning. “What’s the matter? Is CEO He planning to run a platform fraud check on me?”
After meeting Cen Yu, He Yongning had specifically searched his name online. Only then did he discover that this guy was famous for being “audacious” and loving to “create effects for the show.” More than once, he had arranged for his assistant or acquaintances to set things up beforehand at places he was going to explore, before putting on a jumpy, terrified act in front of the camera.
So, hearing Cen Yu’s borderline provocative question, He Yongning didn’t get angry.
There was simply no need to get upset with someone like Cen Yu.
He looked at Cen Yu and said, “Not bad acting.”
“You might want to consider taking some advanced classes.”
If he hadn’t heard what Cen Yu said to Pei Hengyun inside the room, he might have been fooled by that panicked act when Cen Yu threw open the wooden door.
Perhaps recalling something from the past, He Yongning added, “Still, when it comes to spirits and gods, it’s better to be cautious.”
“Speaking from experience, CEO He?”
“Just a friendly reminder.” He Yongning lifted the plastic bag in his hand and offered it toward Cen Yu.
Cen Yu took it naturally, then watched as He Yongning walked slowly away from their floor… Touching his still-dripping hair, Cen Yu cursed this trash instance under his breath before heading back into the room he shared with Pei Hengyun.
He Yongning hadn’t intentionally lowered his voice when speaking, so Pei Hengyun had heard everything clearly from inside.
Seeing Cen Yu return, he immediately asked with concern, “Was it okay for you to just admit it directly like that?”
He looked worried about Cen Yu’s image in He Yongning’s eyes.
Cen Yu wasn’t worried at all. He wouldn’t be staying in this instance for more than a few days anyway—besides, who knew if He Yongning would even survive? Hilarious.
Maybe the person Pei Hengyun found at the end of the original novel wasn’t even He Yongning.
He set aside the shampoo and conditioner He Yongning had brought back, taking a moment to address Pei Hengyun. “Doesn’t matter. Worst case, I’ll just stream on a different platform.”
Only then did Pei Hengyun look slightly relieved.
“How was your relationship with those former classmates of yours?” Cen Yu asked, thinking he should get some info since the main plot was starting tomorrow.
Pei Hengyun pondered for a moment upon hearing the question. “…It’s been many years since everyone graduated… I remember I used to have a pretty good relationship with the class monitor.”
“The class monitor?” Cen Yu remembered that this was the person who organized the class reunion.
The class monitor had been a top student, but for some reason, he hadn’t left the countryside after graduation. Instead, he returned to the village to work as a mathematics teacher at Meiman Middle School.
He was the one who had organized this gathering.
From the plot descriptions in the original book, this class monitor might be Potential Love Interest No. 3.
…Though the possibility of him being the mastermind couldn’t be ruled out either.
Cen Yu pondered this for a moment, then noticed Pei Hengyun looking sleepy. He seemed thoroughly exhausted after today’s chain of events.
Before reaching the village entrance, the two of them had grabbed a bite to eat in town to line their stomachs, so they weren’t hungry right now.
And Jiang Tuan had specially prepared two sets of bedding…
“Going to sleep first?” Cen Yu asked, looking at the drowsy Pei Hengyun.
“…I’ll wipe myself down real quick,” Pei Hengyun said, looking a little embarrassed.
It was clear he had been genuinely terrified by what happened in the bathroom. He fetched a washbasin, boiled another kettle of hot water, and went into the restroom to wipe his body down.
Since Cen Yu’s hair wasn’t dry yet, he simply reclined half-upright on the bed to play on his phone.
Because he had flaked on his livestream today, quite a few people were asking where he went.
Cen Yu randomly picked a few comments to reply to:
[User cwjwedeiwhb: Dog Cen is gone. He really got snatched away by that thing.]
[Cen: Yeah, snatched right into your house. Currently standing by your bed looking at you.]
[I’m 18cm: Heard Little Le resigned. Is it because you guys faked everything and you’re scared of getting exposed on World Consumer Rights Day?]
[Cen: They ran an overnight check on your ID. Official debunk: Not 18cm, only 1.8cm.]
[Support Yu-Bao: Where did Little Yu go~ Did you go on a trip? When are you streaming again?]
[Cen: Accompanying a friend to a class reunion. Streaming tomorrow night.]
By the time Cen Yu finished flaming the comments, Pei Hengyun had finished wiping down, changed into pajamas, and sat down at the edge of the bed.
Seeing Cen Yu playing on his phone, seemingly without a spare hand to dry his hair, he asked, “Want me to help you dry your hair?”
Cen Yu was just about to say there was no need, but then he realized his trash hair really was a pain to deal with. In the original book, to look good on camera, his character had specially bleached his hair light gray. Paired with Cen Yu’s cool, fair skin and overly distant expression, it actually suited him quite well.
But the hassle was very real too.
After being bleached three times, the hair was as dry and fried as plastic threads, feeling weightless in hand.
Not to mention Cen Yu’s hair was a bit long, reaching down to his neck, which made him feel uncomfortable.
So he let out a low “Mm.” Pei Hengyun immediately took a microfiber towel out of the suitcase and began drying Cen Yu’s hair.
Sitting behind Cen Yu, Pei Hengyun wrapped the soft towel around Cen Yu’s hair, gently rubbing it dry bit by bit. Because Cen Yu had his head lowered, and because he was somewhat thin due to an irregular schedule, the protruding joint at the back of his neck was clearly visible.
Pei Hengyun watched for a moment, then gently rested his fingers on it.
His body temperature was naturally on the lower side. Even after wiping down with hot water, his fingers were still somewhat chilly. The touch caused Cen Yu’s spine to shudder reflexively.
“What’s wrong?” Cen Yu immediately turned his head.
“Nothing.” Pei Hengyun smiled faintly. “Just a fallen strand of hair.”
Cen Yu didn’t pay it any mind, continuing to ponder tomorrow’s plot and the truth behind this novel in his head.
In the blink of an eye, it was past 9 o’clock. Pei Hengyun looked genuinely tired; after saying goodnight to Cen Yu, he lay down under his blanket.
Accustomed to a reversed sleep schedule, Cen Yu couldn’t fall asleep at this hour at all. Still, so as not to disturb Pei Hengyun, he switched off the bedroom light and lay down to play on his phone.
Beside him, Pei Hengyun’s breathing gradually stabilized. It seemed he had fallen asleep, worn out from driving all day.
Cen Yu picked a random video, put on his earphones, and started watching…
It was at that exact moment that he felt an indescribable sensation.
He realized there seemed to be a hand inside the blanket, touching his foot. The hand was ice-cold, looking and feeling entirely unlike the hand of a living person.
“!” Cen Yu cursed under his breath, instinctively trying to kick out.
It was truly bizarre to him—why were all the ghosts in this place so handsy and indecent?!
Regrettably, this time, that hand wasn’t so easy to shake off. The ankle Cen Yu kicked out with was immediately caught by the other party.
Then, almost provocatively, the hand slowly stroked up from his ankle toward his calf… That ice-cold hand kept caressing Cen Yu’s snake-bone tattoo as if out of curiosity.
Until Cen Yu was furious enough to start swearing out loud:
“Don’t let me catch who you are, or I’ll snap your dick off, throw it in a blender, purée it into juice, and force-feed it back to you!”
