The light is Xie Lan, the original intention is Xie Lan, and the god-given gift is also Xie Lan.

Dou Sheng sighed softly, “I never had the chance to say it, but thank you for being with me during those two years.”

Xie Lan zoned out for a long time. The noisier his heart became, the more dazed his expression appeared.

SilentWaves was the darkest label in his life. After Xiao Langjing’s death, it constantly reminded Xie Lan of that tragic, ridiculous struggle of a trapped beast.

Little did he know, the very thing that buried his faith had helped Dou Sheng walk out of the abyss.

Fate truly plays tricks on people.

After a long time, he asked softly, “When did you recognize me?”

“The first time you played the violin in my livestream.” Hearing this, Dou Sheng hooked the corners of his lips. “Although your figure has grown a lot compared to back then, I knew it was you as soon as the melody came out. There are so many imitators of you on the foreign internet, but you are unique.”

---

The internet was full of turmoil and bloodshed, but the two at the center of the storm were very calm.

Xie Lan received a soothing goodnight kiss from his boyfriend, took a shower, and lay under the covers.

Wutong (the cat) purred beside his pillow. Drowsiness surged up. He wanted to reach out and pet Wutong’s head before falling asleep, but he struggled against his fading consciousness.

In the moment just before giving up, a subtle sense of familiarity suddenly arose in his heart.

A few seconds later, he opened his eyes and fished out the phone from under his pillow.

The DM list was very long; recently, almost everyone came to scold him. But he hadn’t checked his DMs all week, so the list was arranged entirely in chronological order, from most recent to oldest.

Xie Lan scrolled down patiently. Only when his wrist was sore and his gaze began to lose focus did he finally stop.

Back to Monday night.

• Hei Yi Zhu Gong (Lord in Black): Regarding the original arrangements you uploaded on the creator voting page for “Youth on Strings” which requires original work, how much of it is actually original?

This sentence had confused Xie Lan at the time. Now, patiently parsing the sentence structure, he finally understood it clearly.

This was the first DM questioning the originality of his demo, predating the exposé post in a certain group, and predating all the condemnations and doubts he could remember.

Hei Yi Zhu Gong’s avatar was pure black, with no pattern.

Xie Lan clicked into this account. Level 5, pure viewer, considered a senior user. There were videos from all sections in his favorites, but he followed no UPs.

Xie Lan hesitated and backed out to the DM list. He accidentally touched the top of the screen, and the page automatically scrolled back to the very top.

The name “Violin Ah Ze” happened to catch his eye.

Perfect timing; he just happened to bump into this DM.

Xie Lan hesitated for a moment, but still clicked open the chat box.

• Ah Ze: Idol /Little TV Crying
• Ah Ze: Things have come to this, I’m here to kneel.
• Ah Ze: It’s you, right, idol? You are God S himself, right? I flamed fans for half a day today, and spent a long time investigating the instigator of this incident. Begging for idol’s pity. I had pig eyes before 555 (crying).

Xie Lan: “…”

He frowned and looked up the meaning of “instigator” (shi zuo yong zhe), and suddenly felt the urge to reply.

But the reply was very aloof, quite “Dou-flavored.”

• Xie Lan: I am S? Crazy.
• Ah Ze: Idol replied to me!
• Ah Ze: It doesn’t matter if you don’t admit it, just treat it as me being crazy. After the last livestream, I went crazy. Banged my head against the wall all night!
• Ah Ze: I am not human, I am frenzied, I squeezed out “new” UPs, I am jealous of the strong, my vanity exploded!! BUT! I really like you! Whether you are willing or not, I have appointed myself as your little lackey on Bilibili. Pity we aren’t in the same city, otherwise I’d take a taxi over and dig out my heart for you to eat!
• Xie Lan: …Thanks, no appetite.

Ah Ze was a bit miserable today.

He probably knew that if he kept scolding fans, they would all run away, so he simply released all his keyboard warrior output desire onto Xie Lan.

Xie Lan put down his phone and spaced out hugging the cat for a while. When he picked up the phone again, Ah Ze had already written a dozen screens of essays.

The first half was trash nonsense praising S.

The second half was trash nonsense confessing his sins.

Only the last two sentences, written lightly, made Xie Lan sit up instantly.

“Mixing in the same section, it’s not good to directly expose someone’s alt account, and I’m only 60-70% sure. Look through the UPs in the music section who are pushing for a million followers; the one whose speech logic isn’t very clear.”

“The basis for judgment is the fan operation company. A while ago, I consulted a studio I hadn’t used before, wanting to outsource promotion on Platform D. The writing style of that post in the group is very similar to their PR draft templates. At the time, the business rep mentioned casually that a certain UP in the same section also used them. It fits the condition I mentioned above, very easy to filter.”

Speech logic isn’t very clear?

Xie Lan immediately thought of “Hei Yi Zhu Gong” who twisted a question three times around.

He didn’t reply that night, possibly unintentionally dodging a trap. After all, if he had replied, it would inevitably be something like “100% original,” which would have invited even fiercer mockery.

He hurriedly sent a “Thank you” to Ah Ze and opened the music channel.

Bilibili doesn’t allow viewing UP lists by section, but you can view historical popular videos in a section. Xie Lan scrolled for a while and basically had a result.

There were ten UPs with over a million followers in the music section.

Further down was one with 920k followers. In the 900k range, there was almost just this one person. Below that was a gap; Xie Lan searched for a long time, and the next closest one had dropped to 810k.

That streamer with 920k followers was called “Yi Tiao Xiao Hei Chai” (A Little Black Shiba Inu).

Seeing this name, Xie Lan paused.

If he remembered correctly, on the day of the battle livestream, Yi Tiao Xiao Hei Chai also gifted him quite a few presents. Dou Sheng was No. 1 that day, Ah Ze was No. 2, and this Little Black Shiba was No. 3. Xie Lan had also watched some of his videos: violin and piano performances, solid fundamentals but no arrangement ability, introverted personality, sometimes blushing in front of the camera, stammering when speaking. Fans called him “Gou Gou” (Doggy).

Before Xie Lan could tell Dou Sheng about this, Dou Sheng knocked on his door early the next morning.

“I think I found out,” he said.

On his phone screen was a call record of over ten minutes.

“I asked all the UPs I have a decent relationship with before sleeping last night. This morning, one from the digital section replied. The one who bought the smear PR draft is probably Yi Tiao Xiao Hei Chai from the music section. He uses the same internet water army studio as my friend. My friend said that draft looked like that studio’s work at a glance.”

Xie Lan was confused. “Wasn’t it a fan operation company?”

Dou Sheng raised his tone with a “Hmm?” “What fan operation company?”

After comparing it with Ah Ze’s DM, everything basically matched up.

Dou Sheng clicked his tongue. “These fan operation companies usually have water army services. This studio spun off from a big company and is now expanding business frantically. Little Black Shiba should be their biggest client currently, so they use his data to brag when recruiting clients. Almost directly reciting his ID number.”

Xie Lan took the phone and looked at Little Black Shiba’s homepage, feeling a bit complicated.

“Can we be sure?” he asked.

Dou Sheng said, “I have a few other friends who should be able to talk to Little Black Shiba. I asked them to help me find a way to verify it again. Wait a bit.”

Xie Lan couldn’t help but be shocked. ” exactly how many UP friends do you have?”

“Hmm?” Dou Sheng looked up from his phone screen. “A hundred or so? Only about thirty close ones.”

Xie Lan: “…Only?”

While sending messages, Dou Sheng explained nonchalantly, “No matter how good the creative quality is on Bilibili, it’s just a traffic platform. Where there are people, there are struggles. Conflicts of interest are unavoidable anywhere. Just listen to what this Ah Ze says; don’t take him too seriously as a friend.”

True.

Xie Lan sent Little Black Shiba’s ID to Ah Ze. Ah Ze didn’t reply directly with yes or no.

But he suddenly talked to Xie Lan about business deals, saying that after recognizing Xie Lan as God S, driven by a keen sense of smell, he proactively lowered his business quote by about five percent.

Xie Lan was puzzled for a good while. “What does that mean?”

Dou Sheng leaned over to glance at the screen and said “Oh.”

“Business resources in the music section are narrow; one more pit taken means one less available. When a new top player arrives, it’s standard operation for others to symbolically lower prices.”

He explained, “If Ah Ze lowers his price, the few UPs with similar levels to Ah Ze also have to lower theirs. Many brands fixate on the million-follower threshold. Between one million and 900k, the difference in commercial order price isn’t small. Now that the ones above dropped their prices, the orders that would originally have gone to him (Shiba) probably flowed away directly. Tragic. Check his recent sponsored posts; are they much slower than before?”

Xie Lan understood the gist. He checked, and it was true.

Little Black Shiba updated three times a week. Before, there were about two or three ads a month. This month, nearing the end, there were none.

Next, Dou Sheng made phone calls intermittently in his room all day.

Public opinion fermented even more severely today. After Xie Lan’s brief struggle on Friday night, the other side seemed determined to put him to death completely; the number of water armies was unprecedented.

On the Youth on Strings voting page, Jiada had broken 200,000 votes, Ah Ze had over 50,000, while Xie Lan had only a pitiful 4,000-plus votes, barely increasing in the past few days.

The business contacts who had asked in the previous two days also vanished into thin air; no one urged him anymore.

Xie Lan knew the fickleness of this industry early on and felt nothing, focusing only on recording his clarification video.

He promised to send the video before 8 PM, but after he finished editing, Dou Sheng suppressed it.

Dou Sheng had just finished his last phone call. There was a takeaway porridge on the table with only a few bites eaten.

“Delay it by half an hour. Little Black Shiba has a daily livestream at 8 PM tonight. Someone is connecting to his mic.”

Xie Lan frowned. “What does connecting mic mean?”

“It means two streamers opening voice chat in a livestream. This time MR.X wants to connect. They know each other.” Dou Sheng snorted with his phone in hand. “X, that grandson. After becoming a Top 100 UP, he socializes everywhere, wishing he could pay New Year’s greetings to all UPs on the site.”

Xie Lan: “…”

“Then they…”

“He counts as a loud and famous big UP in the food section. He said he wanted to connect with Little Black Shiba for business, and Little Black Shiba agreed.”

Xie Lan had an inexplicable premonition.

A premonition that a certain someone was about to pull a flashy move again.

“What did he promise you?”

“Nothing. He likes you quite a bit.” Dou Sheng glanced at Xie Lan and smiled. “Don’t worry.”

Don’t worry about what?

Xie Lan hesitated to speak, watching Dou Sheng typing furiously to communicate with X, his expression gradually becoming confused.

---

At 8 PM, Little Black Shiba started his stream on time.

On the screen was a bespectacled boy with a somewhat dorky aura. His fair skin and obedient black hair made him look a bit “milky.” In his early twenties, he smiled gently and shyly at the camera.

“Good evening everyone, welcome back to One Little Black Shiba’s livestream room to watch my stream. Today I will once again practice piano daily.”

Dou Sheng snorted. “He talks more like a returnee than you.”

Xie Lan: “…”

This was Little Black Shiba’s speaking style; fans were long used to it. A wave of affectionate “Doggy” comments scrolled past. Black Shiba smiled and said, “To eliminate some of the ordinariness from my ordinary program, today I will connect mic with food section UP host MR.X. Please wait a moment.”

As he spoke, he opened QQ, entered a QQ number, and clicked send invitation.

Just as Xie Lan was worrying about how MR.X would open with him, he suddenly heard a burst of coughing from Dou Sheng’s speakers.

Dou Sheng calmly opened the friend notification and accepted the request from “One Little Black Shiba.”

Xie Lan had a shocked face: “?”

Black Shiba’s voice invitation lit up on the screen. Dou Sheng accepted it calmly, his voice pitched higher than usual. “Hello.”

“Hello hello, X,” Black Shiba said. “Haven’t chatted in a long time. What are you doing now?”

Dou Sheng smiled and said lightly, “Long time? This is our first time chatting, right?”

The speakers fell into a very abrupt silence.

Xie Lan looked at Dou Sheng with a look as if seeing a ghost. Dou Sheng raised his eyebrows at him triumphantly for a moment, then reverted to expressionless in a second, yawning. “I’m connecting mic with you. What else could I be doing?”

A wave of question marks floated across the bullet comments.

• Are the streamers doing this deliberately for program effect?
• Is this what X’s voice sounds like? Rarely hear his real voice.
• Why do I feel X’s voice… is a bit familiar…

Little Black Shiba froze for a while before recovering, laughing and scolding along with the bullet comments, “Are you a dog? Pretending not to know me. Then I’ll start on my side first.”

Dou Sheng hummed twice. “Start then, hurry up.”

• ???
• Why do I smell a hint of awkwardness…

Awkwardness floated across the full screen. Little Black Shiba couldn’t sit still; he lowered his head and sent a few messages quickly.

Dou Sheng casually muted him and said to Xie Lan, “Don’t worry, I agreed with X. If he asks, X will say it’s program effect.”

Xie Lan finally gained freedom of speech and said in shock, “Doesn’t X know him? Isn’t he afraid of offending him?”

“He counts for nothing.” Dou Sheng snorted. “I am X’s grandfather; the ancestral bloodline runs in one continuous line.”

Xie Lan: “…”

Dou Sheng unmuted the mic. Little Black Shiba seemed better after confirming with X. He pulled out a music stand, set up his violin, and smiled. “Today’s popularity is much higher than before.”

“Of course.” Dou Sheng snorted. “Look at these bullet comments. Let me read them for you.”

“‘Argued with my favorite UP all afternoon, so angry my stomach hurts, coming here to take refuge’—this is obviously an Ah Ze fan.”

“‘Doubting life for a week, don’t know who to watch in the future’—this is highly likely a fan of Xie Lan or w… or Dou-zi.”

“‘Is there violin plus eating ASMR? Want to hear chewing potato chips’—isn’t this my fan?”

• …
• This isn’t program effect, right? Obviously here to argue.
• Doggy, are you really close with X…
• Something’s wrong. X old fans felt something was wrong from the start.
• Actually I want to say, this voice is a bit like… uh…
• Like my favorite UP whom I just finished arguing with yesterday.
• Seeking peace away from Dou for a few days, am I missing him so much I’m hallucinating?
• Not Dou, right? He’s lazy as hell, wouldn’t come out to troll and fight.
• Did Dou-zi get hallucinations from stomach pain and run out to commit crimes?
• Could it be related to the events of the past few days?
• Holy sht, blind spot!*

The bullet comments surged. After a long time, a clear snort of laughter from Dou Sheng came through the headphones.

“It’s me.”

Little Black Shiba’s face instantly went a bit pale. He instinctively stood up from his chair, but after a while clenched his fist and sat down, looking somewhat bewildered.

“Is there a mistake somewhere? Dou-zi?”

“Mm.”

“This… hello hello, brother. First time chatting, I…”

“I’m not too good.” Dou Sheng interrupted him coldly. “Whether my roommate and I are doing well or not, don’t you have a clue in your heart?”

Dead silence came from the speakers again.

A wave of exclamation marks brushed across the comments. Then, visible to the naked eye, the number of people in the livestream room began to rocket.

• Holy sht, coming!*
• Where’s the tea (gossip)? Where’s the tea?
• What’s the situation? Heard my Dou-zi is here. Where is Dou-zi?
• On the mic.
• On the mic.
• Is this Xie Lan’s livestream to denounce crimes? Uh, my friend said so.
• Not Xie Lan, it’s Dou-zi.
• Front row to watch UPs fight?

“Not fighting, just here to send regards.” Dou Sheng responded to the comments naturally, as if he were the owner of this livestream room.

“Surprised we used this method for our first friendly meeting, right? Actually nothing much, just wanted to ask: Do you really like SilentWaves and feel injustice for him, or do you purely want to screw Xie Lan and tried your best to dig out this handle?”

Dou Sheng’s tone was very calm, even a bit gentle. Fans familiar with him knew that behind the gentleness, usually nothing good was brewing.

“I’m mainly a bit confused. I have a few friends who know the foreign S and know a smattering of music. They all say Xie Lan’s originals have basically no similarity to S’s style. You have over 900k fans; do you actually think their styles are similar?”

Little Black Shiba didn’t make a sound. On the screen, his mouse went towards the hang-up button for the voice call, then paused.

Dou Sheng smiled calmly. “Don’t hang up. Think carefully. If you hang up now, are you finished?”

• …Dou-zi is so tough today.
• First time in my life feeling Dou-zi is tough was actually after deciding not to be his fan.
• Mood is a billion points complicated.
• Same complicated, starting to waver.

Dou Sheng’s voice instantly turned cold. “Don’t waver. If you don’t stan anymore, then don’t. I’m thin-skinned and fragile-hearted; I can’t handle my own fans running over to question me whenever they hear some rhythm.”

• Is it necessary to be this tough?
• Heard it. Behind Xie Lan’s matter is Little Black Shiba, but you guys don’t seem that innocent either?
• With such a big rhythm this time, water armies definitely got involved. Just didn’t expect it to be Doggy.
• Watch your mouth. This is Doggy’s livestream room after all.
• Plus one. Black Shiba fans are peaceful, just waiting for an answer.
• Even if Doggy really acted, there must be a conflict of interest. Exposing a plagiarism monster with some means is fine.

Xie Lan frowned at the comments.

Just as he wanted to speak, Dou Sheng pulled his hand and glanced at the time.

20:20.

• Guys, popularity is already five times the usual stream…
• Exactly how many sides’ fans are in this room right now?
• Dou-zi, say something soft. Although on the verge of unfollowing, I don’t want to flame you outside.
• Is Xie Lan nearby? I just want to ask, what about the clarification promised for 8 PM?
• Not doing the clarification you should do, running here to tear each other apart?
• I really loved. Only want a truth or a sorry.

The direction of the comments gradually changed. Unknown from which comment it started, the rhythm turned back to Xie Lan’s plagiarism and imitation matter.

Little Black Shiba seemed to finally sort out his thoughts and said coldly, “This matter has nothing to do with me. I only went to read up on the gossip after seeing many people discussing the post. I never discussed it either. Please investigate clearly. I’m muting your mic.”

“Nothing to do with you?” Dou Sheng laughed. A low, clear laugh rang in the livestream room. “If it has nothing to do with you, and I messed things up like this, aren’t you angry at all? Still explaining to me?”

• Dou-zi, master of psychology.
• If I hadn’t doubted your character, I would even feel a bit charmed.
• Dou-zi has no character issues. Beg you not to feel he’s charming, you don’t deserve it.
• Xie Lan plagiarized, Dou-zi covered it up. As long as this layer exists, I don’t think Little Black Shiba is wrong.
• Even if he targeted you, so what? Flies don’t bite seamless eggs.

The comments were almost one-sided. No matter how many rounds passed, they would eventually return to the argument of plagiarism or not.

Finally, watching those comments, Little Black Shiba recovered his composure.

He also said, “Stirring up rhythm really has nothing to do with me. But since you came to my livestream room to stir things up, I also want to ask: Where is Xie Lan’s explanation?”

“Explanation just posted,” Dou Sheng said. “I’m right here accompanying everyone to watch the explanation. Oh, the noble, cold, and morally fastidious audience lords can call more people over, to save us from explaining a second time later. Little Black Dog, trouble you to play the clarification video for everyone.”

Black Shiba was silent for a long time. In the small window, Xie Lan vaguely saw the corner of his mouth trembling, angered by Dou Sheng.

With a cold face, he clicked open Xie Lan’s homepage, refreshed twice, and mocked, “Posted where?”

• I didn’t see it either.
• Holy sht, why still stubborn? Dou-zi, what is wrong with you?*
• Calm down upstairs, Dou-zi wouldn’t tell such a clumsy lie.
• What kind of explanation can be posted? Debating music styles?
• To be honest, we all admit it doesn’t constitute plagiarism, but the subtle similarity and imitation are uncomfortable.
• Indeed. Saying we are morally fastidious? We are fastidious.
• I like Xie Lan, just like his unpolished yet crushing su-ness (charm).
• Don’t say you like Xie Lan upstairs. Be a quiet passerby who only listens to works, thank you.

“This is the difference between us,” Dou Sheng said lightly and casually. “I like Xie Lan, I just like everything about him, without so many rules and regulations.”

Black Shiba was already very irritable, his mouse and keyboard banging.

“Where exactly is it?” he asked. “Besides coming to my livestream room to humiliate me, do you have any sincerity in explaining? Where is Xie Lan himself?”

Xie Lan glanced at the time in the bottom right corner of the computer.

The instant 20:29 switched to 20:30.

He spoke calmly, “I’m here.”

• !!!
• Xie Lan, stop hiding. Give us an explanation.
• Xie Lan really is here.
• After confronting various haters for a week, suddenly want to cry hearing Lan-zai’s voice.
• Let him finish. Can you stop scolding first? Have some independent thinking, okay?
• He never hid, thank you. He replied from the start that he didn’t plagiarize.
• What do you want him to do? Someone who can’t speak Chinese fluently, you want him to flame war with you?

“Stop arguing, it’s meaningless.” Xie Lan’s voice was very calm. He glanced at the network accelerator icon in the bottom right corner of Little Black Shiba’s screen. “Sending you a link. You should be able to open it.”

Dou Sheng had already sent the link to the chat box with Little Black Shiba.

Little Black Shiba sneered and clicked the link.

Just this one action, Xie Lan could tell he wasn’t a so-called fan of his on the foreign network.

That link was his personal homepage link, with the glaring keyword Youtube hanging there, followed by a string of his ID.

The webpage speed lagged slightly. A few seconds later, it transitioned to the YouTube interface.

SilentWaves.

The screen was full of videos from “2 years ago.” Only the first item in the list abruptly showed “1 min ago.” The video title was a period.

The bullet comments exploded directly.

Whole sections of “Holy sh*t” and exclamation marks brushed past, making the livestream room lag a bit. Black Shiba looked at the silhouette on that video cover, his hand suddenly trembling.

Xie Lan held the microphone a bit closer, his voice still calm and waveless.

“Trouble you to click it. The first video, my clarification video.”

• Click it, click it.
• I’m starting to go numb.
• Goosebumps all over.
• It’s not what I think it is, right???
• But I can’t think of any other possibility…
• Click it, damn it!!!

Judging from the popularity value, there were at least two million people in the livestream room right now.

Probably all the viewers in the music section who could be online were here, and perhaps many from other sections came to watch the drama.

Black Shiba’s finger trembled for a long time before he gently clicked play.

The projector was borrowed temporarily. Ripples of light flickered on the white wall, the silhouette of a boy standing amidst them.

Familiar viewers would notice that the window gauze blowing in the wind at the edge of the frame was Dou-zi’s window gauze.

S’s outline was cast on the wall, quiet and elegant as in years past.

But it was also more unrestrained and upright, like the phoenix tree in June, quietly flourishing in silence.

In the foreground of the lens was a small table—the one used to hold water cups when the two streamed horror games long ago.

A fair, slender hand with distinct knuckles reached over from near the lens. The high-definition lens captured almost the winding, delicate texture of the skin. On the side of the index finger, a small bean was drawn.

The hand gently placed a phoenix tree leaf on the small table, constructing the ritual sense exclusive to SilentWaves.

The moment the phoenix tree leaf fell, the silhouette boy rested the bow on the violin. A long stroke of the bow, and the music poured out.

His figure was dashing and free, playing exactly that controversial demo of Xie Lan’s. A lyrical adagio; every bow stroke accompanied by the free swaying of his body. Clearly a whimper carrying sorrow, yet the boy’s figure was as light and free as the wind. Accompanied by the blowing window gauze on the side, it seemed that in the next second, that shadow would walk out of the screen, break out of the cocoon, and generate Xie Lan’s brows and eyes.

After a classic padding note segment, the adagio suddenly moved towards a passionate and fiery allegro. Parted for two years, that person bowed continuously, throwing the bow. He was not a bit inferior to his peak period back then; instead, he had a few more points of mature composure.

The livestream comments were silent for a long time.

Long enough for the whole piece to finish playing, the screen was still largely blank, with only scattered pure passersby who just entered praising it as sounding good.

The video was very short. The progress bar reached the end. S stopped the bow at a fixed point just like back then, letting the silhouette linger in front of the lens for a few more seconds. The wind blew the phoenix tree leaf in the foreground, trembling slightly. Amidst the subtle click sound of focus adjustment, the leaf veins became increasingly clear, while that shadow gradually blurred and dissipated.

Black screen.

Dou Sheng’s voice rang out in the video, “Done recording?”

Xie Lan said, “Mm.”

White italic Chinese subtitles emerged.

——Long time no see——

The livestream room was silent to the point of nothingness.

Those millions of popularity points seemed fake.

It wasn’t until Little Black Shiba abruptly closed the YouTube page that the bullet comments seemed to come alive.

An unprecedented explosion. Various Chinese and English mixed and piled up, making one’s scalp numb and fear rise at a glance.

Xie Lan watched the comments quietly, as if a tsunami was tilting towards him, then roaring away from him.

But those were things he didn’t care about. What he cared about was Dou Sheng secretly holding his hand by his side.

It was amazing. He had watched videos of himself as SilentWaves countless times.

But this was the first time his hand was gently held while watching.

So, the violin sound, the silhouette, the phoenix tree, the water ripples, along with this account, all seemed to no longer possess that loneliness in his memory.

He didn’t mute the mic. There was a very slight sound of fabric rubbing in the mic.

It was Dou Sheng silently turning sideways to kiss him.

After a long time, Dou Sheng’s voice, leaning close to Xie Lan and speaking low, rang in the livestream room.

“You’ve worked hard, Second Cat. I have always liked you.”

The bullet comments made the entire stream very laggy. Black Shiba’s movements in the frame were somewhat delayed; unknown if it was caused by the network or his own freezing.

His face was ashen. He had absolutely no idea how to clean up such a scene. Sitting in the chair, he couldn’t open his mouth for a long time.

After a long time, the various bullet comments finally unified.

Those who had scolded might have shut up, or might be apologizing, drowned in the white background of comments.

Those who had always spoken for Xie Lan finally felt proud and elated.

• God S!!
• God S!!
• God S!!
• Xie Lan is Number One under heaven
• Xie Lan is Number One under heaven
• Xie Lan! Number One under heaven!!

“Hope Black Shiba makes an explanation for this incident within this week, otherwise we will pursue it,” Xie Lan said.

Dou Sheng reminded, “Hold accountable (Zhui Jiu).”

“Oh, hold accountable.”

Xie Lan raised his hand to the button to hang up the voice call, pausing briefly.

The boy’s tone was still light, without much fluctuation.

“There is no God S. SilentWaves is just a part of my past.”