Chapter 29 Part 1

Those words stayed arrogantly on the computer screen for a few seconds before slowly disappearing, returning the interface to normal.

Lu Yan really wanted to punch the version of himself from yesterday who had told Xiao Heng, 'You can use my computer.'

Just as Lu Yan was thinking this, he heard a phone ring. Following the sound, he saw a phone placed next to the computer.

"Open up."

Lu Yan continued to knock on the door of the apartment opposite his, still holding his breakfast. He was managing to eat breakfast and harass his neighbor at the same time without missing a beat. "You've got the balls to modify my software, so have the balls to open the door."

After a long while, the door finally opened.

"...What's with all the noise."

Xiao Heng opened the door with one hand. His hair was a bit of a mess from sleep, and he was just pulling a shirt over his head, using his other hand to pull the hem down.

The man's abs flashed before Lu Yan's eyes.

But it was just a flash.

When he looked again, they were already covered by the shirt.

Lu Yan said, "I haven't even asked you what kind of shit you turned my software into."

Xiao Heng: "It's a pretty good modification."

Lu Yan: "Good my ass!"

Xiao Heng opened his eyes to look at him, taunting, "Isn't it good to be praised for being great?"

It was the weekend, so most of the residents in the building were resting.

The commotion from Lu Yan and Xiao Heng traveled downstairs. Brother Wei, who was brushing his teeth, heard the familiar sound of arguing. He opened his door and glanced up the stairwell. "What's with you two, working on your relationship this early in the morning?"

"..."

Working on your relationship, my ass.

Lu Yan and Xiao Heng stared at each other for a moment, then looked away.

With his mouth full of toothpaste foam, Brother Wei added indistinctly, "By the way, Brother Yan, my fridge is fixed. I'll come over in a bit to get the dumplings I left in your fridge."

At the mention of dumplings, both Lu Yan and Xiao Heng fell silent.

Finally, Lu Yan cleared his throat and said, "Don't bother coming up, I'll bring them down to you later... that pile of dumplings is taking up too much space."

Lu Yan showed no guilt whatsoever for having secretly eaten someone else's food, saying this with a straight face.

After he finished speaking, Lu Yan handed the phone to Xiao Heng. "You left your phone at my place."

Xiao Heng took it and said thanks.

Seeing how sleepy the guy looked, Lu Yan asked again, "What time did you leave yesterday?"

"Forgot. Two or three, maybe," Xiao Heng said.

Xiao Heng hadn't paid much attention to the time. After finishing a set of tutorials, he had used Lu Yan's music arrangement software to practice. Besides fixing a bunch of things, he also added several convenient features.

Lu Yan's outdated software had suddenly leaped several steps forward.

After returning the phone, Lu Yan waved his hand and started walking back. "Alright, remember to pay for the internet."

Xiao Heng closed the door again.

Not even five minutes passed.

Knock, knock, knock, the door sounded again.

Lu Yan went back to his apartment, got two plastic bags to pack the dumplings, and was about to take them downstairs to Brother Wei. Before leaving, worried about being exposed, he actually pulled Xiao Heng out of his apartment again.

"What now?"

"Returning the dumplings."

"So?"

"You didn't eat any?"

The two talked as they walked downstairs.

Brother Wei took the plastic bags, feeling like something wasn't quite right. "Hey, Brother Yan, are my dumplings..."

Before Brother Wei could finish, Lu Yan immediately said, "Nope, not a single one is missing."

Brother Wei still felt something was off. "But..."

Lu Yan reached a hand behind Xiao Heng's back and gave his waist a light pinch, signaling him to speak.

"None are missing," Xiao Heng said.

Brother Wei was completely confused by the two of them. "I left them in Brother Yan's fridge, how would you know?"

"His place," Xiao Heng put one hand behind his back and pressed down on Lu Yan's, "I'm familiar with it."

"..."

Lu Yan's hand was gripped tightly in his, and for a moment, he couldn't move at all.

Brother Wei didn't notice their subtle actions. He looked at the bags in his hands for a few moments, but in the end, couldn't put his finger on what was strange. "Alright then."

Startled awake by Brother Wei's loud voice, Lu Yan pulled his hand back and, trying to make conversation, said, "By the way, is Xiaohui home? I need to talk to him about something." Zhang Xiaohui was home. Not only was he home, but when he opened the door, there was a woman in the room.

Lu Yan recognized her. The woman lived downstairs in 303; she was the tenant whose mother had traveled a thousand miles to demand money from her to buy a wedding house for her younger brother.

She'd left a deep impression on Lu Yan because at the time, she had sneered and verbally torn her mother to shreds, "Just because I was born without that bit of flesh between my legs, that makes your son with his dick so incredible?"

The woman was sitting in the living room smoking. When the door opened, her gaze shifted a few degrees toward the entrance. Brother Wei was in disbelief. "Xiaohui, you're in a relationship?"

Zhang Xiaohui stood at the door. Having had little contact with girls, his face instantly turned red, and he hurriedly said, "No! Brother, don't just say things like that!"

"Sister Lan is a livestreamer," Zhang Xiaohui scratched his head again, saying embarrassedly, "I was thinking of trying it too, to do a livestream with my fans, communicate with them more, so I wanted to ask her for advice on what's needed for streaming."

Zhang Xiaohui's career was even more dead than their band's. After years of being an extra, his followers had just barely broken a thousand.

Brother Wei understood. He was about to pull Lu Yan and Xiao Heng away to not disturb them.

But he saw that Lu Yan, who was originally standing beside him, was already sitting next to that 'Sister Lan'.

Brother Wei was shocked. "When did he get over there?"

Xiao Heng: "The moment you said livestreaming."

Lu Yan had done all sorts of things, but livestreaming was something he'd never touched upon. "I don't have money for equipment. Will a phone work?"

Sister Lan glanced at him and shrugged. "Interested?"

Lu Yan: "I feel like this could be another path to riches."

Xiao Heng: "..."

Brother Wei: "..."

Zhang Xiaohui: "..."

Sister Lan blew out a puff of smoke and smiled. "Sure."

"How are the prospects for singing?"

"I don't know much about that area."

"What do you stream, Sis?"

Sister Lan said, "Me? Mukbang. The kind where I eat six whole fried chickens in one sitting."