Chapter 807: Yan Zhusheng Has Gone Bad

Li Luo started typing.

After plugging in the mechanical keyboard Xu Youyu had given him, the rapid clacking echoed continuously in the livestream.

【Wait… is it really starting already?】

【Has he jumped into this state too fast? Doesn't he even plan ahead first?】

【I want to see how many words you can type in half an hour.】

【Two thousand in half an hour, four thousand in an hour—even if you only work eight hours a day, that's over thirty thousand words a day?】

【That means Chongran's usually way too lazy!】

【Laughed to death!】

【What if he's deliberately writing less?】

【With this clacking speed, there's no way he's writing less now, right?】

"Cough, cough." Seeing everyone in the comments discussing Li Luo's typing, Yan Zhusheng deliberately coughed twice to draw attention, "Stop staring at him—look at me, okay?"

"I'm the host of this livestream. Don't let him distract you."

"Let's keep singing."

After speaking seriously, Yan Zhusheng played the backing tracks from his prearranged playlist and added, "There are still three songs left; after I finish singing, I'll go bother him again."

【I hate it when someone talks while I'm doing homework】

【That's true, but if Zhusheng were singing beside me, I'd be happy】

【Dreaming too big】

【Wait, didn't Chongran already update today? Is this extra content?】

【You're overthinking—he's got tons of drafts stored up; otherwise, how did he manage ten thousand words daily several times before?】

【If I guess right, can he post all his drafts? I almost died from that last cliffhanger】

【Who the hell is this guy typing beside Zhusheng?】

In the livestream, many readers continued discussing Chongran—clearly his fans.

Some new viewers, seeing a man typing beside Yan Zhusheng, were utterly baffled; it was their first time seeing a singing livestream with someone else present.

Yan Zhusheng had already begun singing according to his playlist.

After each song ended, he took the break to interrupt Li Luo briefly.

"You just type like that? Don't even interact with the comments?" Yan Zhusheng asked.

"I'm afraid if I look up at the comments, my dear readers will yell at me to keep typing," Li Luo chuckled.

【Stop joking—you won't publish anything you write today, so why yell at you?】

【Come on, let's chat!】

【Damn, I almost forgot to grill this kid! Got distracted by him and forgot to ask what their relationship is】

【Aren't they good friends?】

【It's boss and subordinate】

【Can there really be pure friendship between a boss and subordinate?】

【Maybe lip friendship?】

"Don't say nonsense," Li Luo glanced at the comments, then chuckled, "My relationship with Zhusheng is completely pure."

"Besides, our company didn't sign just Zhusheng—there are other artists too."

"It's just that I have to prepare all her future albums, so we signed her directly under me."

"Plus, the company's studio is close to school, so it's more convenient. Yuan Auntie's place is too far—coming back and forth would be a hassle."

【Explanation is concealment】

【Hmph, I didn't believe there was anything before—but now that you explain, it suddenly feels suspicious】

【Could it really be this simple?】

"They don't seem to believe you," Yan Zhusheng tilted his head and asked, "What should we do?"

"I can't force them to believe," Li Luo shrugged helplessly. "Wait—aren't you guys distracting me from typing?"

"Nope," Yan Zhusheng shook his head, then his eyes flickered as he leaned slightly closer to Li Luo and said to the camera, "Alright, I admit it—we're a couple."

Li Luo: "…?"

【???】

【Huh?】

【Wait… did you just admit that?】

【I don't believe it! I don't believe it! I don't believe it!!!】

【Wait, now that you say that, it feels fake…】

【Didn't you just say you were good friends?!】

"See?" Yan Zhusheng pointed at the comments and turned to Li Luo, "Even if you say we're a couple, they won't believe it."

Li Luo's lips twitched: "…Don't you dare play too big, or Yuan Auntie will come over with a cleaver and chop me up."

"That's not necessary—Mom won't dare," Yan Zhusheng said. "She's counting on you to keep writing songs for her."

【Alright, alright, you're playing like this, huh?】

【You scared the hell out of me】

【So that was just a trick?】

【I knew it—definitely fake】

【If someone were really admitting it, they'd say "I'm so-and-so's girlfriend" or "so-and-so is my boyfriend"—no one says "we're a couple" so formally? That's too stiff】

【Looks like there really is nothing between them】

It's hard to say, what if they're doing it on purpose?

Why ask so many questions? Zhusheng, sing the next song!

After Yan Zhusheng caused a stir, seeing the barrage reactions were fairly normal, she rolled her eyes toward Li Luo, then continued singing.

After finishing all the songs on the playlist, there were still seven or eight minutes left until the livestream ended.

"Let me see how much you've written." Yan Zhusheng leaned over to Li Luo's side, peering at his computer screen, "Looks like not much, huh?"

"This isn't much?" Li Luo glanced at her, "Don't give the viewers wrong info, or they'll blame you when they guess wrong."

"Is this a lot?"

"I think you just have no proper sense of a normal person's typing speed."

"Whatever." Yan Zhusheng shook her head, "I'm done singing, now I'm going to start distracting you."

"Go ahead." Li Luo chuckled, "You sang loudly just now and didn't distract me at all."

"What about this?" Yan Zhusheng reached out and poked Li Luo in the waist dimple.

"Hey hey hey, stop!" Li Luo slapped her small hand away, grumbling, "Didn't I already say no physical interference? You're actually touching me now."

"Oh." Yan Zhusheng blinked, obediently pulling her hand back, then looked at the barrage and asked, "So do you guys have any better ideas? Teach me."

"Cough cough, Zhusheng, are you wearing a skirt or pants today? Show Chongran your long legs, he'll be staring nonstop."

"You're really ringing that abacus loud and clear."

"True, true, I also suggest showing off those long legs!"

"Then I'll try." Yan Zhusheng stood up, walked over to the desk, and immediately pulled off her long pants.

The camera was pointed at the window, completely unable to capture the side of the desk; the barrage immediately panicked.

"Hey hey hey! Why did you move away?!"

"Damn! That'll just benefit Chongran alone! No no no! Zhusheng, come back quick!"

"Let's try something else! Forget this idea!"

Li Luo read the barrage flooding the screen, then glanced at Yan Zhusheng, who was deliberately showing him such a tempting sight; he tugged at his mouth and said to the barrage, "Her pants are too tight—just roll up the cuffs to show her ankles, what's so interesting?"

He said that with his mouth, but his eyes kept glancing over occasionally, feeling a bit thrilling.

Still, he signaled with his eyes for Yan Zhusheng to quickly put her pants back on and not act up in the livestream.

Yan Zhusheng blinked, obediently pulled her pants back on, and returned to sit in front of the camera: "This trick doesn't work well—come up with another one."

"After thinking carefully, I had lots of ideas, but then I realized they'd all just benefit Chongran."

"Better to tickle him."

"I was just about to suggest whispering hot breath into his ear, but then I thought better of it!"

"Swap Chongran for me—Zhusheng, torment me instead!"

Yan Zhusheng looked at the barrage and felt everyone had no interesting ideas, so she rolled her eyes and stood up: "Alright, that's enough for now—I'm going to the bathroom."

"Li Luo, reply to the barrage for me, chat with everyone."

"Stop the word count here."

Li Luo glanced at Yan Zhusheng, thinking she really was just going to the bathroom, so he nodded in agreement.

At this point, only five minutes remained until the livestream ended.

Li Luo moved his laptop aside, watched Yan Zhusheng walk to the door and open it, then turned to the barrage and said, "Let's chat—speak your minds freely."

But the moment he finished speaking, Li Luo saw Yan Zhusheng open the door, then slam it shut again—yet she didn't step out.

Instead, she spun around and slid under the desk.

Li Luo: "???"

This isn't what we agreed on during the afternoon meeting! 【When will Da Gan Xunye Si end?】

"It'll probably run until next April," Li Luo answered calmly, his right hand already silently reaching under the desk to block someone's head and stop her from misbehaving.

"Why don't you ask when I Am Really Not a Star ends? It's already heading toward ten million words!"

"Cough cough… that's still far off, far off—this is just the part where they go abroad," Li Luo chuckled.

"What's the new TV drama? The adaptation of Da Gan Xunye Si?"

"It's a script I wrote privately. As for Da Gan Xunye Si, the film/TV adaptation might be scheduled after its conclusion next year."

"Is it similar to Little Joy, or even Little Joy 2?"

"Not Little Joy 2. As for the genre, we'll decide next year—it's just starting production now, no rush," Li Luo replied with a smile.

"Dude, are you turning Zhusheng's livestream into a press conference?"

"By the way, after finishing Da Gan Xunye Si, do you plan to write a new book?"

"Yes," Li Luo stroked his chin and replied, "And I won't wait until Da Gan Xunye Si ends—I think I'll start the new book after the New Year."

"Holy shit? Three series at once?!"

"Are you even human?!"

"Incredible!"

"Can you really write all this?"

"Finish Da Gan Xunye Si properly! Don't start a new book and mess up its updates!"

"You're overthinking it," Li Luo laughed. "I'll finish Da Gan Xunye Si first. But according to the site's rules, I can't release it all at once—that's why it'll end in April."

"Still insane—no gap at all?"

"Good! I'll support the new book!"

"New drama, new book—you're not resting at all. No wonder you make so much money."

The barrage flooded the screen.

Li Luo also struggled to keep his expression calm, finally managing to pin her down and stop her from misbehaving.

Under the desk, Yan Zhusheng, seeing Li Luo on strict guard, finally gave up, crawled out meekly from beneath the desk, and made sure to open the door first, then close it again, pretending she had just returned.

"Time's about up," Yan Zhusheng returned to her seat, showing not the slightest trace of having just crouched under the desk, and said calmly, "Let's all guess how many words Li Luo wrote."

As soon as she finished speaking, the chat flooded instantly with numbers.

Some guessed a thousand, others two or three thousand, and even someone guessed ten thousand.

【Ten thousand is ridiculous—you couldn't even copy that fast!】

【Feels like a thousand or so is about right?】

【He was chatting with us for several minutes just now; he only actually wrote for about twenty minutes】

【Twenty minutes? If it were me, I'd max out at three or four hundred】

Yan Zhusheng watched the chat, waited until the time was nearly up, then picked up Li Luo's laptop, angled the screen toward the camera, and revealed the answer to everyone.

"Total: 3,158 words. So everyone who guessed 3,000 got it right," Yan Zhusheng said. "The assistant will draw a lucky viewer from those who guessed 3,000 in the livestream—private messages will be sent to claim your prize, so don't miss it."

"Alright, that's it for today's livestream. See you all next time."

"Bye~"

Yan Zhusheng waved at the livestream camera; beside her, Li Luo followed suit and said goodbye.

The chat screen filled with "bye."

Soon, the livestream closed.

Li Luo watched the livestream shut down, stood up again, and triple-checked that the camera was off before pressing his forehead with a helpless expression: "What the hell were you doing just now? Seriously? What if you'd been caught?"

"It was exciting," Yan Zhusheng blinked innocently, looking up at Li Luo standing before her. She sat on her chair, raised her hand, and poked his underwear. "Look, it's still like this."

Li Luo: "... That's no excuse. Don't do crazy stuff like that—not even taking off your pants just now. Do less of this in the future."

"Don't you like it?" Yan Zhusheng slid her chair closer to Li Luo, wrapped her arms around his waist, and rubbed against him. "I feel like you actually liked it."

Li Luo felt the girl hugging him, took a deep breath, and managed to suppress his rising heat before grabbing her roughly off the chair.

"I'll deal with you when we get home."

"If you're going to deal with me, do it right here," Yan Zhusheng stood up, then leaned over the desk, lifting her small butt toward Li Luo. "I locked the door. Want to take advantage of me?"

Li Luo: "... Why do I feel like after starting this livestream, you've suddenly gotten way worse?"