“Why are you wearing a dress?” Wen Qiyu on the video screen froze for a moment, and then a hint of embarrassment showed on his face as his fingers casually twirled the tip of his braid. “Today I attended a club event, and everyone had to wear this, so…”
Club event? Ji Jinghan switched screens to WeChat and tapped open the university’s official public account. The latest push notification showed that today was the university’s “Hundred Clubs Recruitment Drive.”
He clicked in and scrolled down. Sure enough, he saw a group photo of the Drama Club members all wearing maid outfits. Wen Qiyu was even covering half of his face with his hand, looking entirely reluctant and like he was “displeased to serve you.”
Ji Jinghan never liked participating in these kinds of events; he had only joined a single club, the Shooting Club, and had left the campus immediately after class today.
A club recruitment drive… just how many people were at the event location? And how many people had seen him dressed like this?
Ji Jinghan’s expression grew two degrees colder. He casually saved the photograph and returned to the live streaming room.
The live chat comments were still chatting with Wen Qiyu about the club event.
[Which university is Xiao Yu from? They actually have this kind of event?]
[So jealous of the streamer’s alumni.]
[Can the streamer participate in club events more often? No other intention, just encouraging the streamer to earn more academic credits.]
[My inner thought: I really want to see the streamer wear a cheongsam.]
[Are you guys making wishes over here?!]
The more Ji Jinghan watched, the darker his expression became, and an urge to smash his phone arose spontaneously within him.
How could there be someone as casual and indiscriminate as Wen Qiyu? Wearing this kind of clothes for these people to see, doesn’t he know what they are all thinking in their heads?
“Hey!” At that moment, a hand suddenly came down on Ji Jinghan’s shoulder, scaring Ji Jinghan so much that he almost actually threw his phone down from the great height.
“What are you watching?” Lu Ming curiously leaned his head over. With just a single glance, the screen was swiftly pressed off by Ji Jinghan.
“Get lost.” Ji Jinghan swept Lu Ming’s hand off, his eyes filled with impatience.
“You…” Lu Ming was utterly shocked. “You’re actually watching a female streamer? Am I seeing things?”
Ji Jinghan: “…”
“No way, Jinghan, you’ve finally opened your eyes to this? What kind of beauty could attract you? Let me take a look?” Lu Ming reached out to snatch Ji Jinghan’s phone, but Ji Jinghan turned his body sideways and dodged him.
Seeing Ji Jinghan’s exceptionally tense expression, Lu Ming suddenly felt that something was amiss. Then, a flash of realization struck him. “Could it be that it’s not a female streamer? Holy shit, it couldn’t be Wen…”
“It’s not.” Ji Jinghan immediately refuted, letting out a disdainful sneer. “What kind of joke are you making? You should be very clear about how much I hate him, right?”
“…” Put that way, it was true. Lu Ming looked suspiciously at Ji Jinghan for a few seconds and felt that he was probably overthinking it. “Good thing it’s not. You scared me to death.”
Extremely pleased that his good brother had finally and rarely shared a common interest with him, Lu Ming immediately began talking endlessly about his own experiences of tipping money to female streamers.
He loved watching pretty female streamers, but he truly just watched them purely, no sleazy chatting, no offline meetups, purely loving to tip money for them: “Let me tell you, previously I tipped a girl until I reached Top Supporter Number One on her board. The perks for Top Supporter Number One are really plentiful; she sends me photos and even records singing videos for me…”
“Perks for Number One?” Ji Jinghan, who had been silent for a long time, looked over at him upon hearing this.
“Yeah.” Lu Ming asked in confusion, “You couldn’t possibly know that, right? Top Supporter Number One usually gets some exclusive perks, but every streamer is a little different. Don’t tell me you tipped to Number One as well?”
“I didn’t.” Ji Jinghan denied it.
“Alright, alright, stop watching female streamers. Come back inside with me and have a drink.” Lu Ming pushed him toward the house. “Meng Xiao said there’s a motorcycle race next month and asked if you’re going…”
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Wen Qiyu ended his live stream at eleven o’clock. Just as he was preparing to remove his makeup and wash up, he received a message sent by Rain.
[Rain: Are there no perks for being your Number One top supporter?]
Perks?
Wen Qiyu was slightly startled and, finally, half a beat late, recalled this matter.
He had been a streamer for quite a while now and naturally knew about sending perks to the top few fans on the leaderboards. However, in the past, he streamed without showing his face; his fans were few, and the top supporters didn’t spend much money, so the perks were usually just in-game friend slots, mailing small gifts, or holding lucky draws on Weibo.
Too much had happened during this period of time that he had forgotten about this matter entirely. Rain had tipped him so much, so not giving any perks would indeed be going too far.
[A Tune in the Rain: Of course there are! Brother Rain, what kind of perks would you like?]
[A Tune in the Rain: I don’t know much about this area either. Is it okay if I buy you a gift?]
[Rain: No need.]
[Rain: Take a photo for me. You need to be wearing that outfit from just now.]
Wen Qiyu: “…” A photo? Can this count as a perk too?
Perplexed, he searched online and saw many people saying that this was very normal; many streamers would send exclusive photos and videos to their Number One supporters, and could even customize outfits and poses.
Looking at it this way, Rain had tipped him tens of thousands of yuan, so asking for a photo didn’t seem over the top.
However… taking a photo dressed in this outfit felt a bit uncomfortable.
Thinking of the Carnival’s Rain tipping five at a time every single time, Wen Qiyu steeled his heart, walked over to the full-length mirror in his room, picked up his phone, and took a picture of himself, but covered his face.
After taking it, he examined the photo carefully. This dress was actually wrapped up very securely; no matter how one looked at it, it didn’t carry any erotic undertones, so he comfortably sent it over to Rain.
When receiving the photo, Ji Jinghan had just come out of the bathroom and lay down on his bed.
The photo inside the dialogue box was clicked open and enlarged. Wen Qiyu stood in front of the full-length mirror; beneath the fluffy hem of the dress was a pair of slender, fair, and tender legs. The calf socks squeezed out a ring of thigh flesh, looking suited to be gripped and played with by fingers, and likely very easy to leave red marks upon.
Even though the other party had obediently sent him the photo, the fire burning in his heart did not extinguish; instead, it burned hotter and fiercer.
Just for a few Carnivals, he would casually send this kind of photo to a stranger? Wen Qiyu truly made him look at him in a whole new light.
With a ding-dong, another new message arrived from the other side.
[A Tune in the Rain: Brother Rain, if you want a gift, you can tell me~ Also, you can follow my Weibo, the ID is “It’s Raining Little Kittens From The Sky”. Sometimes I post lucky draws and red envelopes on there~]
[A Tune in the Rain: Little Kitten Peeking.jpg]
Weibo? Ji Jinghan remembered that he seemed to have a Weibo account, except he hadn’t used it for a long time and it was nearly abandoned.
He saved the photo, switched screens to Weibo, and searched out Wen Qiyu’s account.
He didn’t have many Weibo posts. Ji Jinghan scrolled through them once; most were casual daily ramblings, as well as cat photos and game screenshots. He would also use a very cute tone to interact with fans in the comments section.
He certainly knew how to put on a front in front of others.
Ji Jinghan didn’t know what he actually wanted to do. Tipping him Carnivals was already a brain-damaged behavior; could it be that he really was going to follow him continuously and be his fan?
Yet, his finger seemed not to obey his command, uncontrollably tapping the follow button.
Ji Jinghan exited Wen Qiyu’s homepage and posted the very first Weibo update on this blank, three-noes account.
@User450781: I hate you so much.
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The revenue on the day of the cross-dressing stream reached a new peak. Apart from Rain, there were actually quite a few people who tipped him relatively expensive gifts.
Wen Qiyu felt despair toward this world that only looked at faces, and then decisively opened his shopping app to place orders for a few dresses. Every once in a while, he could cross-dress occasionally.
The frequency couldn’t be too high, or there would be no sense of novelty, and it would make him look like he had no moral bottom line.
Wen Qiyu didn’t understand the women’s clothing market. Only after browsing a few shops did he discover that the sizing for women’s clothing was unexpectedly harsh; if he weren’t thin, he probably wouldn’t even fit into a size L.
Having been nurtured by his artist mother from childhood, combined with the fact that Wen Qiyu himself was an art student, he considered his aesthetic sense quite up to standard. After picking out a portion, he sent them to Tan Jingzhi for her to pick a few.
[Strawberry Recruited: What on earth finally made you decide to embark on this point-of-no-return path of becoming a cross-dressing big boss?]
[A Tune in the Rain: …]
[Strawberry Recruited: This sailor suit looks good, very suitable for you. Also, this black one and this white gauze dress are fine too.]
[Strawberry Recruited: Buy these first, I’ll help you pick a few more sets later.]
Wen Qiyu placed orders for all those sets picked out by Tan Jingzhi. Women’s clothing online shops were all pre-orders, and the delivery dates were still far off, so he forgot about this matter after purchasing.
A few days later, while he was in class, he suddenly received a text message from the courier informing him that his package had been placed in the downstairs delivery locker and asking him to retrieve it as soon as possible. Wen Qiyu opened it to check, and it turned out that the white gauze dress had arrived.
Today’s class didn’t end until six o’clock. Wen Qiyu bought a sandwich at a roadside convenience store for dinner and slowly rode his bicycle back to his apartment.
The delivery lockers downstairs in the apartment building were distributed according to apartment numbers; the courier only needed to put the package into the locker corresponding to the apartment door number. Wen Qiyu scanned his face to open the locker door, retrieved the large bundle of express delivery inside, and carried it upstairs.
After finishing his sandwich paired with yogurt, Wen Qiyu busied himself preparing cat food for Mint Crisp before finally sitting down on the sofa to open the package.
Once the delivery bag was torn open, inside was a black hard paper box printed with gold-foil English lettering, and the opening was sealed with a small piece of iron tin.
Wen Qiyu finally realized that something was wrong, half a beat late. This box looked nothing like the packaging for a white gauze dress, no matter how one looked at it.
A bad omen surfaced in his heart. He hurriedly picked up the torn delivery bag on the side to look at the shipping information on it.
XX Apartment, Room 1201, Ji XX…
Wen Qiyu’s vision went black. Room 1201 was the door opposite his, while he was in Room 1202. The courier must have misread the digits and stuffed the package into the wrong locker, and he had actually opened it without even checking.
Thankfully, it wasn’t opened all the way to the final step…
Just as he was pondering in his mind how to secretly put the package back without anyone noticing, a sudden burst of doorbell ringing rang out from outside.
Wen Qiyu jolted in fright and subconsciously raised his voice to demand, “Who is it?”
“Me.” A highly recognizable voice came through; it was that annoying ghost Ji Jinghan without a doubt.
Wen Qiyu let out a sigh, stuffed the box back into the damaged delivery bag, picked it up, and walked toward the doorway.
Opening the door, the person standing outside was indeed Ji Jinghan. In his hand, he was holding a white package that looked like his express delivery.
…The dress he bought was actually taken away by Ji Jinghan.
“Your package was put in the wrong locker.” Ji Jinghan raised the parcel in his hand. “Mine should be with you, right?”
“Yeah.” Wen Qiyu handed the item in his hand to him and apologized stiffly, “Sorry, I opened it.”
He caught sight of his own parcel still intact and was just feeling fortunate that the contents inside hadn’t been seen by Ji Jinghan, when he saw the other guy raise an eyebrow and read out the product information printed on the parcel in a playful, teasing tone: “‘Dreamy Style Large Skirt Hem White Moonlight Strap Gauze Dress’… What is this? A dress you bought?”
Wen Qiyu’s cheeks instantly flushed bright red from embarrassment and humiliation. He snatched the parcel back in one swift motion: “What does it have to do with you? Can you show some respect for other people’s privacy?”
“You opened mine too; did I say anything?” Ji Jinghan sneered. “I couldn’t tell that you actually wear dresses. Who are you wearing it for? Cheng Yuxiao?”
Hearing this name that he hadn’t thought of in a long time come out of Ji Jinghan’s mouth, Wen Qiyu was even stunned for a few seconds before reacting.
What did this have to do with Cheng Yuxiao again? It had been how many years already, and Ji Jinghan was still persistently believing that he and Cheng Yuxiao were dating; Wen Qiyu was almost starting to think Ji Jinghan was deeply and masochistically in love with Cheng Yuxiao himself.
“Anyway, it’s not for you to see.” Throwing down this sentence, he couldn’t be bothered to pay any more attention to Ji Jinghan and slammed the door shut with a loud bang.
Probably because he had tangled with Ji Jinghan for a bit and mentioned Cheng Yuxiao, Wen Qiyu rarely dreamt of some distant past events from his childhood that night.