Zhao Chenxing gently brushed aside the strands of Jiang Liyue’s deep brown hair that were covering his eyes, and said, “To me, the task is far less important than he is, understand?”
Huan Huan, being just an AI without an emotional system, naturally couldn’t comprehend the complex emotions of humans. She only knew how to efficiently complete tasks as soon as they were assigned. She couldn’t understand why they were leisurely sleeping when the task was urgent.
But she couldn’t interfere with their choices, so she nodded in a way that seemed like she understood, and then disappeared into the air.
Today was probably a weekend, as the square was bustling with people—men and women, young and old. Everyone was busy with their own tasks.
Just like the five years he spent in France, there was no free time, always pushed forward by life, stumbling along without anyone asking, “Are you tired?” or “Do you want to take a break?”
He felt he didn’t deserve it.
He personally shut out those who cared for and loved him.
One of them was Jiang Liyue, who was now lying on his lap.
Among everyone, he probably owed this person the most…
He should properly apologize.
Thinking this, Zhao Chenxing softened his gaze, his eyes like water, gently falling on the person sleeping beside him.
The sun broke through the clouds, its rays shining on the bustling center of the square, and the parasol quietly moved their position into the sunlight.
The autumn wind, mixed with the mist from the square’s fountain, gently blew over them, making everything seem so peaceful and serene.
Zhao Chenxing thought: If only those things hadn’t happened back then. There wouldn’t be a five-year gap and distance between them, and they wouldn’t be so cautious with each other now.
The sunlight slowly climbed onto Jiang Liyue’s skin, greedily caressing the rare beauty. Just as it was about to continue its journey to the boy’s eyebrows and eyes, it was interrupted.
Zhao Chenxing raised his hand to block the sunlight’s path, placing his hand over Jiang Liyue’s eyes. So gently, it was as if he hadn’t placed it there at all, feeling the slight flutter of Jiang Liyue’s long lashes like little fans, causing a tickling sensation in Zhao Chenxing’s palm.
His other hand, feeling the itch, unconsciously curled up.
The livestream chat was filled with comments like “Let go of my brother!”
“Brother! Don’t get swayed by others!”
“Brother, wake up! You’re being harassed! And it’s a guy!”
“5555 I want to be the assistant!”
“Knee pillow! Woc! I’ve never seen GG like this!”
“More, more! The variety show may not be humane, but it shows us a different side of brother.”
“I was just worried about brother’s health, and now I’m drooling over his beauty… Something’s wrong with me.”
“But are they just going to keep waiting like this? What about their task?”
“Since they’re resting, can’t we switch to another livestream? I miss A Yuan.”
“Sisi!! Sister is here!”
*
The livestream can only show the two most popular rooms at the same time, so Huan Huan needs to analyze which group has highlights and high traffic to recommend.
In the [Wuxin] livestream room, both of them were in a static state, so even with high traffic, it couldn’t continue to be recommended. The livestream stayed for a while before quickly switching to [Xiaoyao].
Among the eight participants, besides Jiang Liyue’s overwhelming popularity, veteran Film Emperor Zhan Wen naturally also brought his own traffic.
“Teacher Zhan! Finally, it’s your turn!”
“The sorrow of old traffic, only to be rubbed on the ground by newcomers.”
“Don’t start a fight!”
“Is it a fight? Who was it that tripped our brother just now?”
“Framing and increasing difficulty, you’d think they had some grudge.”
*
Zhou Jiayu followed behind Zhan Wen with his head slightly lowered, asking softly, “Aren’t we waiting for Jiang Liyue to wake up?”
Zhan Wen clicked his tongue, impatiently saying, “Didn’t you see how dead asleep he is? Do you want to wait?”
“Then forget it.” Zhou Jiayu heard the impatience in Zhan Wen’s tone and quickly changed the topic, “So what do we do now?”
Zhan Wen, having been pampered since childhood, was not well-versed in how ordinary people make a living.
“I remember playing a role before, a small-town character…” Zhan Wen mused as he walked, recalling that role.
“Are you talking about Zhou Hai?” Zhou Jiayu asked, “The waiter from Xitu Lanya Restaurant, the underage kid from the orphanage.”
Zhan Wen glanced at Zhou Jiayu and hummed in acknowledgment.
Zhou Jiayu felt uncomfortable under Zhan Wen’s gaze, lowering his head even more.
Just then, they passed by a French restaurant with a large recruitment poster at the entrance.
Inside Huan World, language wouldn’t be a barrier to communication. Foreign languages would be converted into code by the supercomputer and translated according to the corresponding conversion table.
“Urgently hiring Xitu Lanya Restaurant waiters, requirements: decent appearance, male, not over 35 years old.” Zhan Wen’s mood dropped significantly as he read.
No wonder, as he was exactly 35 this year.
Zhan Wen snorted arrogantly, disdainfully saying, “What? Does being older mean I eat your rice? If you don’t want me, I don’t even care to be a waiter.”
Zhou Jiayu wanted to say something, moved his lips, but swallowed his words.
“hhh Prince! Don’t be so proud, or you’ll really end up on the streets!”
“Teacher Zhan’s tone has become stricter since he stopped acting.”
“Truly letting go, no wonder he’s faded now.”
“Faded my ass! Your brother isn’t far off either, with that attitude, who is he being cold to?”
“Oh? Are you jealous of my brother’s popularity? The younger generation surpasses the old, and you’re already washed up on the beach!”