PUBG Online Romance of the Century

Chapter 92 - Support my family

Edited by Noks

The surroundings went eerily silent for a moment.

So because he liked his voice, he followed it and listened to it every night?

Yi Chen slightly squinted at him.

Yu Yan braced himself and explained, “He went on to play other roles before, just… elderly roles. He voiced those sorts of roles for many years, and I thought he would retire in a few years. Then today, I suddenly found out that he came back to play a young uncle role…I was too excited, and that’s the only reason I ran to the bathroom.”

Yi Chen’s expression didn’t improve. “Young uncle?”

Yu Yan explained, “It’s a role where someone between the ages of 17 and 25 is voiced.”

Yi Chen, who was about to gloriously step into the age of 28, sank into silence.

Young people’s hobbies weren’t easy to understand, but he could kind of comprehend what was going on.

After a while, he asked, “What other voice actors do you like?”

“No others!” Yu Yan hurriedly made this clear and blurted out, “I just like him.”

“……”

Yi Chen asked again, “Listening to him every night, you don’t get tired of it?”

“No. He’s worked in a lot of anime series, and if you edit his parts from all of them together, then you could listen to his voice for a few months without encountering any repetition.”

Yi Chen pursed his lips.

After neatening up the bed, Yu Yan lay back into it. When he didn’t hear any kind of reply for a long time, and recalled what he had said after a moment, only then did he realize that the words he had just used weren’t quite appropriate.

He turned over and raised his hand to hold Yi Chen’s chin as he explained, “It’s not like that. I just like his voice… I’m a bit of a voice con.”

Yi Chen raised his eyebrows. “What is a voice con?”

“That is, people who like nice voices.” Yu Yan said, “It’s like the way fans like celebrities, waiting for his works and supporting his broadcasts, that kind of thing.”

Yi Chen allowed him to hold his face, and did not move or speak.

His worries had only lasted for a moment. He hadn’t said anything yet because he had suddenly remembered something.

The last time he had come to Manyang, Yu Yan had also opened one of their audio compilations, had placed it by his ear, and had listened to it before sleeping.

After a while, he raised his eyes and asked, “Then what about me?”

“Huh?”

“Have you contributed to the viewer count on my playback videos?”

Yu Yan froze. “…What?”

There was no change in Yi Chen’s tone as he narrated, “The Must Tell Love Story between the Little Anchor and the Big Boss…”

Before Yi Chen could finish his sentence, Yu Yan, who had been startled and had opened his eyes wide, asked, “How do you know—”

“Fans shared it with me through private messages, they should also have shared it with you.” Afraid that he would feel ashamed, Yi Chen made an excuse. “Did you listen to it?”

Yu Yan’s Adam’s apple moved slightly as he replied, “Listened.”

As if he had just listened to it! Usually, he would listen to it several times before going to bed every night. Those audio compilations had lasted much longer and more persistently than the shelf life of those Ying Da compilations.

Yi Chen asked, “How much did you contribute to the viewer count for the playback?”

Yu Yan took his hand off Yi Chen’s face, and even though he was very embarrassed inside, he very honestly answered, “From the day the first chapter came out to now, excluding the two nights you have been here for, multiply those days by threefold, fourfold, fivefold, sixfold….ba.”

Yi Chen suddenly saw the light. So the whole thing about how Yu Yan listened to his voice to sleep, was that all just because he was a “voice con”?

If he thought about it carefully, back then, when the other party had thrown him his gun and shown him goodwill… it seemed that it had been right after he had turned on his mic.

Thinking of this, he inexplicably felt an impending crisis.

He raised his hand, pulled Yu Yan into his arms, and asked, “How many people’s voices have you liked in total?”

Yu Yan froze. “If not including yours, four.”

Yi Chen asked, “Did I win in the end? Is that why you like me?”

Yu Yan blurted out, “No! Me liking you has nothing to do with your voice…”

Having said that, Yu Yan deflated a bit. He thought about it and then gave up. “Okay ba. Even if it had something to do with it at first, it was the kind of like you have for celebrities, but later on…”

“You don’t have to explain,” Yi Chen interrupted.

“Really&#k2014;”

“I didn’t overthink anything.” Yi Chen lifted his hand, pinched a strand of Yu Yan’s hair, and started to play with it. “But, we have to come to an agreement.”

Yu Yan looked up at him. “What?”

“You can’t like other people in the future.” Yi Chen said, “No other voices either.”

Yu Yan really wanted to give him a positive answer but… It wasn’t like he could control it.

At most, he could only control his own hands and not contribute to the viewer count of those clips.

He said, “I will try my best, okay?”

Yi Chen said, “No way.”

Yu Yan: “…”

After a while, Yi Chen sighed.

He suddenly came close and bit the tip of Yu Yan’s ear, doing it neither heavily nor lightly, and then said, “I can speak Japanese.”

Yu Yan felt that all of the blood in his body was hurtling towards his ears. He opened his mouth and could only make one sound—”Ah.”

“Whatever section you like to listen to the best from that Japanese voice actor, I can learn too.” Yi Chen rubbed his lips around his ears, and his voice was low and deep. “If you want to hear it later, just ask me. Don’t listen to others.”

This voice successfully turned Yu Yan’s face red. He thought of Yi Chen’s words, and his heart filled with wonder.

If it went on like this, he was afraid he wouldn’t get any sleep tonight.

After a moment, Yu Yan carelessly nodded his head, rescued his ears by pulling back a bit, and then reached and embraced Yi Chen’s waist.

“I understand.” He put his head on Yi Chen’s left cheek and said in a muffled voice, “You don’t need to learn. The way you speak normally… I already really like listening to it.”

—

The two days passed quickly. On the day Yi Chen was going to leave, Yu Yan got up really early.

Not for anything else, just that he wanted to make a bowl of breakfast noodles for the two of them himself.

After breakfast and cleaning up, they took a taxi to the airport.

Because they were reluctant to say goodbye, the two of them had lingered at home for awhile before they had left, so by the time Yi Chen got his ticket, it was already time for him to go through the security checkpoint.

Yu Yan said, “Then you go ahead ba, and call me when you get off the plane.”

“Alright.”

“Every night’s video call… still the same ba?”

“En.”

Yu Yan was relieved. He nodded. “Go ba.”

Yi Chen stood in the same place, motionless. “There’s nothing else you want to say?”

“There is.” Yu Yan suddenly thought of something. “The weather in Jincheng seems to have cooled down in the last few days? Won’t you feel cold wearing just two layers…”

Yi Chen couldn’t help laughing as he raised his hand and rubbed Yu Yan’s hair. “Not that.”

Having said that, and then seeing that Yu Yan still hadn’t made any movements, his patience was exhausted, and he simply lowered his head slightly and kissed the person who was still chattering away.

Yu Yan immediately went silent.

Passers-by were looking at them. The staff standing at the security entrance were also looking at them.

Yi Chen didn’t care about these looks at all. His mouth curved up. “Gone silly?”

Yu Yan, whose heart was pounding, quickly returned to his senses.

“No.”

He forced himself to look calm, raised his hand to grasp Yi Chen’s tie, and carefully put it back into his suit.

Then he raised his head and kissed him back. “…Go in ba.”

In the days following Yi Chen’s departure, Yu Yan would pretty much receive Feng Xiong’s call almost every day.

In the beginning, he would pick up a few of these calls, until he understood that the other party had no intention of suing him, and then he directly blacklisted the number.

He met with the lawyer several times. The other party was Yu Minyang’s junior and fellow apprentice and was very polite with him.

After hearing that Yu Yan was suing Feng Xiong, Lawyer Qin nodded and said truthfully, “Xiao Yan, in fact, I personally don’t recommend that you sue. The other party’s scope of dissemination wasn’t large, and even if you win the case, they will just order the other side to issue an apology and some compensation, and the amount of compensation won’t be too large as well. Usually, those cases where those stars sue the paparazzi are mostly done just for show for their fan groups. And hasn’t the other party been actively contacting you lately? You can chat with him, and I don’t think it would be too bad to privately settle this issue.”

Yu Yan shook his head. “I still intend to sue, Lawyer Qin.”

It wasn’t just about himself anymore, since StarTV was also involved. He had heard from Good Show that other platforms had also been secretly doing things, and had latched onto the topic of “StarTV retaining an anchor who is in breach of contract” to write some articles.

Lawyer Qin nodded and didn’t try to persuade him anymore. He sorted through the documents and put them back in his briefcase. “No problem. Then wait for my news.”

After saying goodbye to the lawyer, Yu Yan went out and hailed a taxi.

As soon as he got in the car, his cell phone rang.

Lu Xiuhe spoke exasperatedly slowly on the other end, “Um, Xiao Yan… Is it convenient for you to talk right now?”

Yu Yan said, “It’s convenient, what’s the matter?”

“Um,” Lu Xiuhe paused, “I ba, I have something that I was looking for you for.”

Hearing his hesitation, Yu Yan said, “What is it? You tell me directly.”

“I,” Lu Xiuhe took a deep breath and said, “—I want to borrow some money from you.”

When Lu Xiuhe said this, he felt a little ashamed. He had lived for 20 years, but had never asked someone to borrow money from them before. He was the kind of person who, if he had money, he would spend it, and if he didn’t have the money, he wouldn’t spend it. He had never borrowed money to do anything before.

He had just talked about this to his family, and it would be fine if his dad had just not given it to him, but he had instead interrogated him for half an hour, which scared him enough that he just tossed a few words at him then hurried out of the door.

Lu Xiuhe scratched his head. Without waiting for Yu Yan to speak, he went on, “I will pay you back at New Year’s. Of course, if it’s not convenient for you, just forget it ha.”

Yu Yan let out an “en” and said, “How much do you want to borrow?”

Lu Xiuhe’s voice grew small again, ” 20,000.”

Yu Yan was surprised. The number couldn’t be said to be too large, but it also couldn’t be said to be too small.

He said, “Okay, 20,000 is enough?”

“It’s enough, I’m just sending a birthday present.” Lu Xiuhe said, “Thank you ah, Xiao Yan.”

Yu Yan was even more surprised, “Birthday present…you have to buy such an expensive one? Are uncle or auntie having a birthday soon? ”

“No, I’m giving it to a friend.” Lu Xiuhe didn’t hide anything from Yu Yan here and complained, “Every day that person is so enigmatic, saying that I don’t even want to accompany him on his birthday, and saying that I’m stingy. Watch me give him a scare and throw a tens of thousands of yuan belt in his face! ”

His words were coarse, but really…he just wanted to give the other party a nice surprise?

Lu Xiuhe himself wasn’t even fond of celebrating his own birthdays, let alone buying expensive gifts for friends. It seemed that he had at last come out of his last failed online dating experience.

Yu Yan didn’t say anything. After hanging up, he immediately transferred the money to him and looked out of the window. His thoughts drifted with the speed of the car.

Birthday? A nice surprise?

When those words were put together, it actually gave off a romantic feeling.

After a long time, Yu Yan snapped out of it, clicked on the top WeChat dialog box, and typed a few words: “What month is your birthday…”

In the middle of typing, he paused and soon deleted all of it.

If he asked, then it wasn’t a surprise.

Then how could he find out?

He frowned and thought for a long time, then suddenly his eyes brightened. He quickly opened Baidu, typed in Yi Chen’s name, and a series of information immediately popped up.

The first thing he looked at was the photo beside the Baidu encyclopedia entry.

It was actually a formal profile picture. He didn’t know when it was taken, but anyway it hadn’t been recently.

The eyes and eyebrows of the person in the photo remained unchanged, but the overall appearance was a little less mature, a few degrees younger, and in his eyes was still a bit of youthful pride.

So handsome.

Yu Yan saved this picture and only then looked at the details next to it.

A few seconds later, he opened his eyes wide.

–

That day, Yi Chen worked until 10 p.m.

By the end of the year, things were piling up. Just to read the documents every day, it took him a long time.

When he got home, he rubbed his eyebrows. The first thing he did was send a WeChat message to his little boyfriend.

Yet as a result, five minutes had passed, and he was still waiting for a reply.

He didn’t have the patience to wait any longer. He raised his hand and video-called him—and he was rejected.

Yi Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and didn’t try again. He just raised his hand and clicked on the live platform icon next to WeChat.

Yu Yan not returning his messages, there was only one possibility.

Sure enough, there floated a familiar livestream on the homepage of the live platform – [yanxyan: End of the year reward! From Monday to Wednesday, you can send 1500 yuan worth of gifts to get a mod vest and jump the line at any time. ]

As soon as he went in, he saw his little boyfriend talking to stream followers while loading ammunition, “Boss Meng is going to sleep? Alright, yes, you can get in at any time as long as there’s space next time. Are there any other stream followers coming? You can get on the bus by just sending 1500… Time to end the stream? It’s fine, as long as there’s a boss who wants to get on the bus, I’ll just keep carrying and streaming. ”

Yi Chen’s face had gone dark and without blinking an eye, he threw out a Sea of Stars gift.

Yu Yan saw it and first froze, taking a long time to react. His tone was distressed, “….Thank you, Boss 1 for the Sea of Stars.”

Then he replied to him immediately in private.

Little Anchor: !!!

Little Anchor: Don’t keep throwing gifts!

1: Who let you ignore me.

1: The agreed upon livestream time, what, you’re being deliberately dishonest? And even encouraging stream followers to continue to send gifts and get on the bus?

Little Anchor: I’ll just do it once in a while, just these next few days.

1: No way.

Little Anchor: …Then I’ll take two more stream followers and then end the stream! I’ve already received their presents.

Two?

Yi Chen’s eyebrows twisted. This person couldn’t be planning on carrying people for the whole night?

1: Ask them to come back another day, or return their gifts.

Little Anchor: No, no, I can’t. It’s 1500 with carrying two people.

This number didn’t even count as money at all in Yi Chen’s eyes.

Seeing this tone, he couldn’t help laughing and replied.

1: How can you have suddenly turned into a little miser.

In the video, Yu Yan’s expression was very difficult.

In a moment, a message popped up

Little Anchor: …You don’t understand.

Little Anchor: I have to support my family. It’s very hard.

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Juurensha: Awwwww, Yanyan working hard to support him! Also, while I kind of get why Boss Yi doesn’t want Yanyan liking any other voices (after all, he fell in love with him because of his voice), that’s not exactly something Yanyan can control, Boss Yi…. Their airport moment was so sweet. And behind the scenes, it seems LXH is making some progress!

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