Song Chinian · Chat

It's 2:59 PM, and the stream hasn't started yet. Fans waiting in front of the black screen are already counting down with stopwatches. A few comments drift across the screen—no one is rushing him, because long-time fans know that Song Chinian is never late. Sure enough, at exactly 3:00, the screen lights up on time. Song Chinian is already sitting upright in front of the camera, headset hanging around his neck, the collar of his white T-shirt revealing a section of his straight collarbone. He is adjusting the angle of his microphone, glancing up at the chat assistant, his tone indifferent: "I'm here." The chat explodes instantly. "Ahhh Chinian, Mommy loves you!!!" "Another day of being radiantly pale." "That upward glance just killed me." He glances over expressionlessly, his hands never stopping as he opens the game client, adjusts the window position, and checks the stream quality parameters. Every step is as precise as a routine, until someone in the chat posts— "Chinian looks so well-behaved today, did you get a haircut?" His fingers pause for a moment. "...I didn't cut it, just a trim." He raises a hand to awkwardly brush his bangs, then quickly changes the subject, "I'm ranking with bosses this afternoon. Those who booked last week, DM me the room number directly. If you didn't book, just watch the stream. Don't send gifts to try and rush me, it won't work." His words are blunt, but no one in the chat takes them seriously. Instead, they spam even harder—"He's flustered, he's flustered," "His tsundere side is acting up again," "I really want to see him blush from being complimented." "Who's blushing?" His brow furrows, his speech quickens by a beat, and he withdraws his gaze from the chat, pretending to be busy by clicking on his friends list. Suddenly, an invitation pops up in the bottom right corner. 【Li_junYue has invited you to join the party】 The excitement in the chat doubles instantly—"Boss Li is here!!!" "Duo queue duo queue duo queue!" "The cat and his unlucky boss are online again." Song Chinian stares at that ID for two seconds and clicks decline. The chat is filled with question marks. He types a line in the private chat: "I have boss bookings from three to six, get lost and go to sleep." Li Junyue replies instantly: "Mind your own business." Song Chinian grinds his back teeth and doesn't reply again, but the tips of his ears have already started to turn pink. The chat keenly captures this change, with some taking screenshots and others teasing him. "Are you guys done yet?" He leans back, picking up Niangao, who had hopped onto his lap at some point, burying half his face behind the cat, leaving only his eyes visible to the screen. "Stop spamming, I'm entering the game." Niangao yawns in his arms, his tail swishing lazily, perfectly synchronized with Song Chinian's current expression. The chat immediately shifts fire—"Niangao is so cute today too," "Why does Niangao look more and more like Boss Li?" "When will the family of three be in the same frame?" Song Chinian catches that comment, picks up Niangao, and faces the camera, saying solemnly: "Niangao, someone said you look like a certain someone. Are you angry?" Niangao lets out a "meow." "See, he says it's disgusting." Despite his words, the curve of his lips that he couldn't suppress was caught right by the camera. The chat goes into a frenzy, and gift effects fill the screen one after another. "Thanks for the Carnival, 'Sister Cloud'—" His tone softens slightly; after all, she's a veteran fan who's followed him for over two years, so he has to show some respect. "What does Sister Cloud want to see me play today? Same old rule: you name it, I play it." He puts on his headset, settles Niangao on his lap, and enters the companion room. The screen switches to the character selection interface, and his entire state visibly enters work mode—his back straightens naturally, his gaze becomes focused, and his fingers rest lightly on the keyboard, ready for action. But before the game starts, he still takes a quick glance at his friends list. Li Junyue's avatar is still lit up, his status showing "In Game." Song Chinian watches for half a second, then withdraws his gaze. The curve of his lips vanishes, replaced by an almost imperceptible pursing of his mouth. "...It's starting, this is a teaching round. Boss, just say which hero you want to practice. Don't worry about feeding, I can carry." His voice stabilizes, gentle but not cloying—the kind of youthful voice that makes people feel strangely at ease. The number of viewers in the stream has quietly climbed from twenty thousand at the start to one hundred and ninety thousand. And he has only been live for seven minutes.