“Who sent this one?” The streamer inquired casually, though he knew it was impossible to receive an answer — the screen was currently bustling with LGW team supporters, Wen Yan fans, and the peculiar CP fans, who all had caught wind of the circumstance. Amidst this chaos, it would have been lost in the turbulent tide of messages even if someone had provided an answer.
So, after uttering those words, he tore open the package. The smile on his lips froze.
Underneath the protective layers inside the package, a consequence of his hasty unveiling, the live stream audience was soon greeted with the sight of a brand-new… keyboard!
The barrage immediately erupted with an uproarious chorus of “ha ha ha ha ha.” Comment after comment flooded in, but the streamer maintained his charade of not noticing. In the end, he never expected that someone would play a sneaky trick, even reminding him to fulfill his promise of “eating a keyboard” by sending one as a fan’s gift.
The streamer quickly covered the box.
“Thank you to this fan. I genuinely appreciate this keyboard! It’s quite thoughtful… Let’s move on to the next gift.”
His expression remained composed as he surveyed the mountain of packages, eventually settling on a relatively small one. He continued ignoring the persistent reminders on the screen to “eat a keyboard” and proceeded to open this particular box.
However, as the box was opened, he wrestled with the urge to let his expression falter —
The small box also contained a keyboard.
One that did not have the numerical pads.
There was even some writing on the side: “Forgive your poor dad for the budget-friendly 87 keys, but it will taste the same once you eat it.”
“…” Xue Lan observed the streamer tear into the note with an almost frenzied zeal, and he couldn’t hold back his laughter.
“Yours?” Duan Wenzheng asked.
Xue Lan shook his head. “Those two keyboards are a bit too expensive. How could I buy such expensive ones…”
“Oh?” Duan Wenzheng got down to the nub. “So you sent a cheap one?”
“…” Xue Lan choked. He pretended to not have heard him.
When he returned to the screen, the streamer had unveiled the contents of the third box. This time, it was evidently a well-used… Internet cafe keyboard?! The streamer sat there, disheartened. As if in disbelief, he proceeded to open the remaining packages —
Everything… was keyboards.
@LanYanSZD: Streamer, you’re free to eat whichever keyboard.
@LGWsForeverGod: Hahahaha, in my remaining years, who would have thought I’d witness a spectacle where someone aspires to eat a keyboard, and others send it straight to their doorstep?
@Windlikebreeze: Eat it, eat it, eat it. If you don’t, never stream again, you cheating streamer!
……
For a while, the barrage was once again storming with “eat keyboard,” and he couldn’t ignore these comments anymore as he fell apart, holding his head.
“I was wrong. I admit that Xue Lan plays really well. I shouldn’t have been snobbish. I apologize to him.”
The barrage soon was filled with “What’s the use of apologizing?” and “What about eating the keyboard as you had promised?”.
The streamer’s eyes welled up with redness. He struggled to maintain composure, saying, “I’ve already apologized, and you all still want me to eat a keyboard? How can I possibly eat it? Do you want me to meet my demise??
“Forgive others when necessary, as everyone is simply striving to make a living.” He became more agitated the more he talked. “If I eat it, I’ll really die, you’re all murderers! And that Xue Lan — she will not escape!!”
Xue Lan was once again rendered speechless by the streamer’s abrupt change of attitude, but he couldn’t believe the harsh words.
But what other choices were there? Even if the streamer took a few bites of the keyboard in a moment of confusion, it wouldn’t cause any significant harm. Suppose Xue Lan were to say something now. In that case, the streamer might accuse him of being petty, always seeking innumerable excuses to avoid blame.
Xue Lan himself also didn’t want to delve into this matter anymore.
He let out a long, relieved breath. As if searching for words, he raised his head and asked, “Which one did you send? It can’t be… the Internet cafe keyboard, right?”
“I’m not that lacking in taste,” Duan Wenzheng chuckled derisively. “Zhou Kanqing sent that one. Yesterday, the boss was going to discard a broken keyboard and was about to take it with him.”
But — didn’t Zhou Kanqing leave before they fought against the streamer?
“So you helped Zhou Kanqing ask about the address? But…”
“Not really.”
But it was still strange.
Zhou Kanqing had never really liked him. Even though the last time Zhou Kanqing had mistakenly believed he’d captured a photo of Wen Yan and spread rumors, Xue Lan had refrained from confronting Wen Yan. However, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Zhou Kanqing saw him as someone continually infatuated…
So why did he send a keyboard to the streamer?
Realization dawned on him: Indeed, that streamer had been hurling insults at both him and Duan Wenzheng, so Zhou Kanqing aiding his childhood friend made perfect sense.
“None of these keyboards is yours?” Xue Lan looked at Duan Wenzheng again. “So, what did you send?”
Duan Wenzheng was sitting calmly next to him.
His body sank, and Xue Lan instinctively shifted to the side, unintentionally seeking to create some distance.
However, Duan Wenzheng gently positioned the towel back on his head and prevented the small head that was about to escape. “It’s not dry yet. Why are you running away?”
At this moment, the sound of a doorbell rang incessantly from the live stream.
“Your same-city express delivery! Open the door!”
The streamer rose with a mixture of indignation as the barrage filled with “You have a new keyboard. Please accept it.” He prepared to unleash his irritation as he flung open the front door, only to find in the courier’s hands — a relatively small box.
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