In the past, whenever Wang Congcong queued up with others, he was always the star of the show.
Yet after these two games, the Stream Viewers in the live-room could see it plainly.
The center of attention wasn't Wang Congcong at all—it was Jiang Cheng.
That shift set the chat ablaze with speculation.
After all, there weren't many people Wang Congcong would openly fawn over.
He didn't dare flame Jiang Cheng in the least; in fact, he orbited around him.
Such a scene was so rare that viewers couldn't help wondering how deep their relationship ran.
Most Stream Viewers assumed Jiang Cheng must be the heir to some mysterious clan.
"I'm getting more and more curious about Great Lord Sea-God's real identity."
"I heard he's still a freshman at Modu University of Finance and Economics…"
"Isn't that just hearsay?? So young??"
"If it's true, doesn't that mean Sister Qiao is robbing the cradle??"
"No way—why would a rich kid study in Modu? He'd be abroad, c'mon."
For the full two-plus hours, gifts and barrage never stopped flooding the three streams.
Their combined popularity rocketed straight into the site's top three.
Although plenty of fat tips arrived,
Little Crispy pouted, secretly vowing never to duo with Wang Congcong again.
When he got anxious, he even scolded her in front of everyone.
Being berated on stream felt awful.
She'd played countless games with Jiang Cheng and never once heard a harsh word.
After that mental tally, her favorability value for Jiang Cheng quietly rose another five points.
At any time, a rich, handsome, and even-tempered guy is easy to like.
After logging off, Jiang Cheng stretched, glanced at his phone—almost eleven.
Looking outside, he saw the once-empty Food Street filling with people.
Customers began trickling into the previously quiet shop.
He turned toward the counter where Ye Wan was busy.
She stood at the register, working the machine earnestly, movements still a little clumsy but utterly focused.
Clearly the Little Mute had social anxiety, yet she dutifully explained flavors and sweetness to each guest.
Outside, Jiang Cheng boarded the rolls-royce and headed straight for Modu Academy of Drama.
In under ten minutes the car stopped at the campus gate.
Si Nian was in her dorm; seeing Jiang Cheng's message, she jumped up in a fluster.
Si Nian: "You're here?? Why didn't you warn me? Wait—it'll take me seven or eight minutes to reach the gate."
Jiang Cheng: "Tell you what, so you can come out and freeze?? Don't move; I'll drive in—it's windy."
Reading that, Si Nian's lips curved.
A rich, handsome man shows a hint of thoughtfulness and it melts everyone.
As for underachievers who can only nag a Girl to "wear more clothes"…
they probably only move themselves.
Winning a Girl's heart? Pure luck.
Though the gesture warmed her, she didn't want to trouble him—letting a car into campus was awkward.
But if she walked, he'd have to wait even longer.
That decided it; she typed back: "What car are you in?"
She remembered Si Qing mentioning Jiang Cheng had dropped her off in a rolls-royce.
Clearly he owned a fleet of luxury rides.
And their dormitory often saw other high-end cars appear.
This was, after all, a drama school.
While 90-point beauties were rare, 80-plus Girls were everywhere.
After sending the text she grabbed a small purse, dug out an unused lipstick, and carefully applied it.
When the rolls-royce reached the gate, the guard waved it through without a question.
Minutes later the car stopped right below the Girls' dorm.
The moment it did, a cluster of Young Ladies swarmed to look.
Through the window they openly admired the car; Jiang Cheng openly admired their pretty faces.
Most of the Girls were fresh and delicate.
Pity it was winter—everyone was bundled up, hiding their figures.
All wondered who Jiang Cheng was waiting for.
Just then Si Nian trotted downstairs.
She wore a low-key black puffer coat,
a gray scarf, and a matching wool cap—adorable.
Seeing so many pretty Girls around the rolls-royce, Si Nian yanked her scarf over her face; only her bright eyes showed.
As she reached the car, Wang Sheng hopped out and opened the rear door for her.
She thanked him politely and slipped inside.
Watching her rush, Jiang Cheng thought of Su Wan and teased, "You look a bit like one of our company's idols."
Embarrassed, Si Nian unwound the scarf.
"Your car's too flashy. If I'd walked out openly, tomorrow the whole dorm would say I'd landed a sugar-daddy."
She rubbed her icy hands together.
Seeing that, Jiang Cheng naturally took them between his and warmed them: "Why are your hands so cold?"
At the heat of his palms, Si Nian's body went rigid.