Tu Xiaozhu pulled the small quilt tighter around herself, feeling a bit cold today.
"If it were me..."
She tried to put herself in the other person's shoes. If she got drunk, it was one thing to be seen, but to have a video of it taken and uploaded online...
She wouldn't want that.
Just thinking about it made her want to crawl into a hole.
Moreover, the streamer's last look felt a bit terrifying. Perhaps after she posted it, she might end up like the author of "Scare," sooner or later.
The centennial annual event, at least she had experienced it...
Tu Xiaozhu slid the mouse, looking at the artworks. When it was time to delete them, she didn't know where to start.
The streamer looked so cute when drunk!
She looked beautiful even when drunk!
Every single one was a treasure, ahhh...
She clutched her head in frustration, wanting to let out a primal scream.
Keeping them was treasure, deleting them was self-preservation.
It was so difficult!
Huh?
Tu Xiaozhu's frantic thoughts suddenly paused. In her peripheral vision, the images on the computer continued to scroll down.
She shifted her gaze downwards. She hadn't touched any other buttons...
Most importantly, her hands were on her head...
Was the computer broken?
Suddenly, her gaze subtly fell upon the mouse beside her.
"!!!"
The mouse, with no one controlling it, was moving on its own!
Tu Xiaozhu froze, her heart pounding wildly after two seconds.
It was New Year's, everyone was on holiday, and she was the only one in the studio.
In this situation, should she pretend not to know, continue to wail, and then slowly move her position...
Or should she immediately take out her phone to call for help, or leave a plea for help in the live stream?
Wait!
Tu Xiaozhu's breath hitched. There was still one more possibility!
Thinking of this possibility, Tu Xiaozhu felt her blood boil.
She pursed her lips and opened her dry throat.
"Is... is it the streamer?"
These words seemed to have taken all her strength and courage, every cell in her body tensed to the highest degree.
...
The system's live stream was quite useful; it could directly trace a viewer's address through their comments.
Jiang Lin arrived in the human world, guided by the last comment he saw in the live stream.
This was a studio. On a bookshelf nearby were many physical comic books, and in the center were some workbenches laden with props.
Jiang Lin could roughly tell what this place was used for.
Perhaps because it was New Year's, the place was a bit deserted, with only a girl wrapped in a small blanket sitting in front of the computer.
Jiang Lin floated behind the girl and looked. The moment he saw the computer screen, he confirmed it.
It seemed this was that viewer.
It's just that the person appeared to be agonizing over something.
Jiang Lin glanced at the girl, his gaze falling on the computer screen, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
What was drawn here... was him?
A white top hat, white robes, and the work badge at his waist...
It's just...
Why was the face so round, and the limbs so short and stubby?
The entire Bai Wuchang looked very small, like something that could fit in the palm of a hand.
In a corner of the picture, there was also a character 'Jiang' written.
At this moment, Jiang Lin felt a bit lost.
Although it looked quite cute, it wasn't imposing or handsome enough.
Was this how he looked in the eyes of humans?
Jiang Lin placed a hand on his chin, wondering if he should showcase his imposing and majestic side as a ghost messenger during his next stream.
At this moment, the human girl's fingers moved, and the next drawing appeared.
On the screen was Jiang Lin flying in the air, his robes and hair fluttering.
Around him, plates and bowls, sketched with just two or three strokes, emerged.
Ahead, an egg was making its escape.
Seeing this, Jiang Lin raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised.
Although this drawing wasn't as cute as the previous one, one could clearly recognize his likeness in it.
These were clearly his peculiar actions when drunk, but viewed this way, they had a bit of the Wuchang's demeanor.
"So annoying!"
The human girl clutched her head agitatedly, her brows furrowed o(╯□╰)o.
Jiang Lin paid no mind, instead mimicking the girl's previous actions and controlling the mouse to continue scrolling down.
Not bad, there were quite a few drawings.
The Ghost Market also had people who made a living by writing and selling paintings, but their styles were somewhat different from this girl's.
Jiang Lin had also tried, but he didn't have much experience, so he couldn't comment on others' works.
Just then, the human girl beside him spoke.
"Is... is it the streamer?"
The girl still held her head in her hands, not daring to move. Judging by her breathing rate, she seemed extremely nervous.
Jiang Lin glanced at her and said indifferently:
"As my fan, you should first learn to sleep well."
This sentence descended with an invisible force.
Tu Xiaozhu felt her eyelids suddenly become heavy, fighting to stay open. Her previously tense nerves instantly relaxed.
At this moment, nothing else seemed important; only sleep was the true path.
No, she hadn't confirmed if it was the streamer yet...
She hadn't hidden the drawings yet...
She still wanted to...
Tu Xiaozhu's eyes slowly closed, and she drifted into dreamland in the darkness.
Two days of staying up late came to an end at this moment.
Her spiritual world was filled with peace.
Jiang Lin controlled the mouse and looked through all the drawings. Just as he was about to withdraw, he suddenly noticed a categorized folder.
【Streamer hehehe...】
This was the first time Jiang Lin had seen himself from a human perspective.
It was somewhat peculiar.
And also...
He was amazed by human imagination.
...
"Streamer, don't look!"
Tu Xiaozhu suddenly sat up, shouting at the air.
When she came to her senses, she froze.
There was no computer in front of her, nor a streamer.
Only the wall of the lounge and the fluffy blanket on her body...
But her heart was still beating rapidly, and the feeling of excitement and nervousness when she asked "Is it the streamer?" was still vivid.
Tu Xiaozhu ran out of the lounge in her slippers and went to the computer. She opened it and looked.
All the drawings were still there, safe and sound.
Everything was the same as before she fell asleep.
So, all that staying up late, insomnia, getting up to look at the computer, and wanting to delete the drawings... was it all a dream?
Tu Xiaozhu let out a long sigh, feeling that she was simply too stressed about the annual event's drawings.
Thinking about it carefully, how could the streamer suddenly appear?
If she were to truly meet the streamer one day, it might mean she was not far from the Yellow Springs Road.
Tu Xiaozhu stretched, placing her hand on the mouse.
Although it was a bit regrettable...
Living was still the most important thing, after all, there were still so many sights in the human world she hadn't seen.
Moreover, in her dream, she also felt...
If the streamer were truly present, he would probably want her to have a stronger will to survive.
【Delete?】
Just as her mouse was about to click, Tu Xiaozhu suddenly thought of something.
She quickly exited the folder and performed a series of operations on the computer, opening the computer's usage history.
"Ahhh—"
On the morning of the fifth day, a scream echoed from the studio.
Excitement, fear, thrill, terror, helplessness...
A string of complex emotions converged into these "ahs."
Tu Xiaozhu covered her face, "It's over, it's over..."
Her wild, imaginative drawings had been seen by the streamer...
So, was it really the streamer? Or did she sleepwalk and open the computer?
Tu Xiaozhu's brain momentarily froze.
...
As fans of the underworld, viewers had a common dilemma.
If you had the chance to see the streamer, would you choose to see him or not?
Perhaps only fans like them in the entire human world had such troubles.
Because the streamer they followed was so special.
—He was a ghost messenger!
As for the rumors circulating online that you could see the streamer after death, that was absolutely the rumor of fake fans!
...
...
Mini-theater:
Afterward, Tu Xiaozhu calmly analyzed.
If the streamer had truly appeared, wouldn't that mean he somewhat approved of her drawings?
Oh no, thinking about it made her so excited!
Wait! If it were true... she was wearing pajamas back then! And she hadn't washed her face for two days! щ(ﾟДﾟщ)
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