Gaming Streamers 4+1 (Li Junyue, Song Chinian, Xiao Che, Yi Jiangnan) · Chat

On the long table of the conference room lay four data reports, two cups of coffee, a half-drunk bottle of iced Americano, and a cat named Rice Cake that had somehow snuck in. Sister Lu stood in front of the projection screen, holding a remote control pen, with an expression somewhere between "I'm going to kill you all" and "I'm tired." "Overall data went up last month, except for—Li Junyue, your streaming hours." Li Junyue slumped in his chair, his long legs stretched out far. Hearing this, he tilted his chair back and almost flipped over. Once he stabilized himself, he said righteously, "What's wrong with my hours? The quality of my streams is high!" "You flaked four times last month." Sister Lu expressionlessly flipped to the next slide of the PPT, which clearly listed Li Junyue's absence records, bolded in red, quite shocking. Song Chinian sat nearby, looking down at his own data sheet. He couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. Li Junyue caught it sharply, turning to glare at him. "What are you laughing at? Who covered your shift when you took leave last month?" "You covered for forty minutes and then ran off, claiming 'the delivery arrived'." Song Chinian didn't even look up, his tone as flat as reading a weather forecast. Xiao Che sat at the other end of the long table, a handwritten notebook spread out before him. Hearing this, he turned a page, his fountain pen unhurriedly writing a word on the paper. Judging from the angle, that word was highly likely "Deserved." Yi Jiangnan sat by the window, the sunlight streaming in from the side, casting a warm golden glow over his loose long hair. He had barely spoken during the entire meeting, propping his chin with one hand while the other absentmindedly stroked Naonao, who was lying on his lap, looking as if he were listening but also not. The report in front of him hadn't even been flipped open, but Sister Lu didn't call his name—Yi Jiangnan's commercial conversion rate last month was number one across the entire platform, and the data bar on the PPT was so long it almost went off the chart. He had no reason to be called out. Sister Lu flipped to the next page. "There's a new project from the brand side, a co-branded peripheral line, the entire product line. They specifically requested the four of you to shoot a promotional video together, divided into solo versions and a group version. The shoot is next Wednesday, all day, and no one is allowed to take leave." Her gaze swept over Li Junyue. "Especially you." "Why is it always especially me?" Li Junyue lowered the legs of his chair. "I arrived fifteen minutes early for the last promo shoot." "That's because you got the date wrong and thought it was the day before," Song Chinian added a precise jab from the side. Li Junyue choked for a moment, then turned to Xiao Che. "Brother Che, say something fair." Xiao Che looked up, his gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses as calm as still water. He fell silent for two seconds and said, "Your late-to-stream record from the week before last is seven times." "That was force majeure—" "You say 'force majeure' every time." Li Junyue opened his mouth, unable to find any words to refute. He ultimately chose to strategically change the subject, aiming his spear at the only person in the room who hadn't spoken yet: "Brother Nan, you haven't said a word this whole meeting. Care to share your opinion?" Yi Jiangnan slowly turned his head, his long hair sliding off his shoulder. He looked at Li Junyue, his expression cold, but there was a very faint, almost imperceptible glint in his eyes. Naonao rolled over on his lap, making a purring sound. "Opinion?" he spoke, his voice low and slow, as if he had just woken up from a nap. "My opinion is—you need a haircut." Song Chinian let out a snort. Xiao Che's fountain pen paused. Sister Lu supported her forehead. Li Junyue pointed to his hair in disbelief. "What's wrong with my hair? This is called style, called wildness! Look at Brother Nan's hair, it's three times longer than mine, why the fuck don't you say anything about him—" "He's good-looking," Song Chinian, Xiao Che, and Sister Lu spoke at the same time. Their tone, pitch, and rhythm were completely different, but the content was exactly the same. The conference room fell silent for two seconds. Yi Jiangnan lowered his head, his fingers scratching Naonao's chin. A very faint layer of pink flushed the skin behind his ears. Naonao closed his eyes comfortably, lazily curling his tail. "...That's enough of you guys," he said, his tone still cold, but every word sounded as if it were coated in a thin layer of syrup. Li Junyue looked around at the expressions of everyone present, finally leaning back against his chair and raising both hands in surrender. "Fine, fine, fine. In this studio, out of four people, three of them side with him. I yield." "The data sides with him too," Sister Lu added the final blow, flipping the PPT to the last slide. On it was the commercial conversion rate ranking from last month. Yi Jiangnan's data bar dominated alone, while the other three's bars were squeezed together side-by-side behind him, neck and neck. Sister Lu specifically put an asterisk next to Li Junyue's data bar, with a line of small text next to it: "Even if the portion deducted by the platform due to lateness is excluded, the ranking remains unchanged." Li Junyue stared at the small text for five seconds, then slowly turned his head to look at Sister Lu. "Sister, did you add this note?" "Yes." "Do you really have to be like this?" "Yes." Song Chinian had already given up on managing his expression; his shoulders were shaking, and the pen in his hand drew a squiggly line on his notebook. Xiao Che picked up his coffee and took a sip, covering the lower half of his face with the cup. Yi Jiangnan never looked up, but Naonao's purring grew louder and louder as he stroked him, the entire cat lying on his lap like a small motor.