Lin Jing had lived for nineteen years and considered herself quite sharp. She never imagined she'd face such an embarrassing moment.
Thinking back, compared to now, her previous awkward moments—acting like a "robot" multiple times that afternoon, and shamelessly offering to help when faced with a grand situation—were nothing.
In the afternoon, she felt mortified but could run away. But now, with Sheng Kuang blocking the doorway, where could she go?
Would she run out onto the street wearing a baggy t-shirt and slippers?
Lin Jing imagined herself looking so disheveled and wandering the streets, and she couldn't help but shiver. She'd rather die of embarrassment here than be seen like that on the street.
Many people online shipped Sheng Kuang with other professional players. Sheng Kuang probably had never seen a "live" one in reality, and was stunned for a moment, staring at her without reacting for a long time.
Lin Jing felt a prickle of unease under his gaze. She swallowed nervously, and for some reason, blurted out, "How about I do that heart gesture for you like I did at the semifinals the other day, and we'll just forget about what just happened?"
The moment she finished speaking, Lin Jing realized her mouth had run away with her again.
Was she afraid Sheng Kuang would forget that day she'd called someone else "my son," or what? She was bringing up the most awkward thing.
People usually dug up past embarrassing moments; she'd never seen someone dig up their *own* embarrassing moments.
And that heart gesture, she had felt awkward for herself even after doing it.
Lin Jing looked at Sheng Kuang, opened her mouth, but dared not speak again.
Mostly, she was afraid of digging herself deeper into embarrassment.
While Lin Jing wished she could disappear into a crack in the floor from embarrassment, Sheng Kuang, on the contrary, leaned casually against a nearby door. He ignored the crowd waiting for him in the streaming room upstairs and slowly appraised Lin Jing from head to toe. "You do it."
Lin Jing: "..."
She didn't want to.
Lin Jing had learned her lesson and, before speaking, ran through her thoughts several times to ensure there were no problems. Then, she gently reminded him, "Uh, you're live streaming."
Sheng Kuang hummed, "And then?"
"..."
And then?
What did he mean, "and then"?
And then there are so many people waiting for you, you can't keep them waiting!
Lin Jing blinked her eyes and, mustering her courage, continued, "It's not good to keep fans waiting for too long."
"It's fine," Sheng Kuang said slowly. "They all know I won't be back anytime soon anyway."
Lin Jing: "..."
Sheng Kuang: "Besides, it's only been a little while. Doesn't Boss Jing have any pride?"
Lin Jing: "..."
Lin Jing silently gave Sheng Kuang a thumbs-up in her heart: Amazing. You win. I surrender.
The situation had clearly reached a dead end. Just as Lin Jing was considering faking a faint and calling it a day, the second-floor window was suddenly pulled open, and Chen Jing's voice came out, "Kuang Zai."
"Kuang Zai, your fans are looking for you."
"Kuang Zai, where are you?"
"Coming." Sheng Kuang lifted his eyelids and glanced up. Without even sweeping his gaze over Chen Jing's head, he straightened up. He pushed the door outward, ensuring it wouldn't close automatically, then turned and entered the room.
...
Lin Jing calmed down by the doorway for a full ten minutes before composing herself and entering the room.
Although it wasn't hot outside, she had broken out in a light sweat from standing there for so long. Back on the third floor, she showered again. While blow-drying her hair, she thought about what had just happened upstairs and couldn't help but whack herself on the head with the hairdryer. Sou Dan Fiction Network
She hissed in pain, rubbed her head, and continued blow-drying her hair with a look of resignation.
After coming out of the bathroom, she lay on the bed and picked up her phone.
At this moment, she had a bit of a phobia of live-streaming apps. She struggled for a long time but finally couldn't resist clicking into one.
Sheng Kuang, Chen Jing, and Lan Bowen hadn't ended their streams yet. Lin Jing first went to Lan Bowen's stream, then to Chen Jing's, and finally entered Sheng Kuang's.
He had just finished a game and was leaning back in his chair, using one hand on the mouse, adjusting something on his computer.
People came and went in Sheng Kuang's stream. Lin Jing thought she wouldn't be noticed.
Who knew that before her thought was even settled, Sheng Kuang lifted his eyelids, glanced at the streaming assistant on his computer screen, and among the list of who had entered the stream, his eyes immediately caught "Xiao Jing Jiang has entered the stream."
He chuckled, and while adding a friend to the next person challenging him to a PK, he said seemingly casually, "Welcome, Xiao Jing Jiang."
"..."
Startled, Lin Jing flung her phone away.
Fortunately, the bed was large enough, and the phone landed on the edge.
Ten seconds later, Lin Jing reached out and brought her phone back to her. She exited Sheng Kuang's stream.
Lin Jing didn't open the live-streaming app again until Sheng Kuang ended his stream.
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