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Chapter 31: Chapter 15: If One Girlfriend Isn’t Enough, Just Introduce Another!_2 Chapter 31: Chapter 15: If One Girlfriend Isn’t Enough, Just Introduce Another!_2 “Studying in your room?” Ke Jun looked at Ke Jin with suspicion. “Doesn’t she have her own room?”

“Uh… She said my room has dim light and it’s quieter,” Ke Jin stamred, his forehead covered in cold sweat as he watched Old Ke rapidly approaching his room.

At that mont, Mrs. Ke spoke up.

“Why do you care where the kid studies? Isn’t every room in our house?” Mrs. Ke glared at Ke Jun angrily, “The kid is almost eighteen, and you’re the only one who’s so controlling, always insisting on doing things your way.”

“Without rules, there is no square or circle. It’s even more important to pay attention to rules in the small things,” Ke Jun said ticulously. As a middle school teacher with thirty years of experience, his rigidity and prejudice were deeply ingrained and didn’t waver with the tis.

“Fine, speaking of rules, you promised that you wouldn’t go fishing this weekend. Can you keep your word? Don’t sneak out with so excuse again,” Mrs. Ke said impatiently.

The ntion of this made Ke Jun’s expression falter, and his hand, poised to push the door open, withdrew from the doorknob. He then began to make gestures and faltered, “Last ti… it was such a big one.”

Mrs. Ke couldn’t be bothered to expose his charade of buying fish from the market and instead turned to Ke Jin, who was idly watching the action, “Go tidy up the living room. We’ve got guests.”

“Who is it?” Ke Jin asked as he sprang up from the sofa, haphazardly fixing the cushions.

“Your Aunt Zhou, cousin’s relative from your third uncle’s side. Her son’s preparing to attend middle school here in Jianglin, and she’s rented an apartnt nearby to accompany him. She’s coming over for the first ti today; we’ve invited her to our place.”

“Oh,” Ke Jin muttered dully upon hearing about Aunt Zhou.

He did have so mory of this distant relative.

They didn’t interact much, but what he rembered was that she loved to brag.

Mrs. Ke donned an apron and disappeared into the kitchen. She had only been busy for a mont when Aunt Zhou arrived with her son.

What followed was the standard cordial exchange, greeting each other and catching up on family news.

Ke Jin, caught in the middle, had to occasionally serve tea and water to the elders, feeling awkward.

At this mont, he envied his younger sister who was hiding inside her room.

Just as Ke Jin was lost in thought,

Suddenly, he heard a familiar bellow, accompanied by hysteria.

“WTF!! Hahahaha!! How am I supposed to play this ga? Huh? How do I play it!!”

He glanced over and saw Aunt Zhou’s son sitting on the sofa, holding a phone and chuckling stupidly at the video on the screen.

Ke Jin approached to take a closer look, and his heart skipped a beat.

The little rascal was watching a video compilation of Old Mouse losing his cool playing Iwanna the day before.

Given Iwanna’s popularity on Thunderbolt and Thunderbolt’s predominantly young user base, it was no surprise that a kid around ten would co across the video.

But the problem was,

Ke Jin rembered that Old Mouse had ntioned his own na during the live stream…

And he had done so grinding his teeth, repeatedly.

Ke Jun was right there; if he caught on to keywords like ‘Ke Jin’ or ‘ga designer’…

With this thought, Ke Jin felt cold sweat streaming down his forehead and hurriedly approached his young cousin, “Do you like Ultraman? I have a complete collection of Ultraman stickers in my room, let’s go take a look.”

Ke Jun was imdiately displeased.

“Why are you always bothering your cousin? Let him watch the video if he enjoys it,” he said.

Speaking, he leaned in with a smile, “Cheng, what video are you watching? Show your uncle too.”

“I’m watching a ga strear. There’s been this really great ga designer these past few days who made a very interesting ga. It’s so much fun. Do you want to watch too, Uncle?” Cheng graciously made space.

“A ga?” Ke Jun’s expression froze.

“What’s wrong, Uncle? Don’t you like watching gas?”

“Oh no, not at all, I love watching gas,” Ke Jun replied hastily, trying to appear affable to soone else’s child but strict with his own. Despite a montary pause, he quickly approached with a smile.

Watching the scene unfold, Ke Jin felt like his CPU was about to overheat.

Anxiously trying to think of a way to handle the situation,

Suddenly,

Aunt Zhou stepped forward, snatched the phone from her son, and quickly pocketed it with a hint of anger, “You’re at the age to be studying, and all you do is indulge in these gas, these short videos. Aren’t you supposed to study? And when you’re a guest at soone’s house, you should offer to help!”

“Now off you go, help your auntie in the kitchen with picking the vegetables,” she ordered.

“Oh…” Cheng sullenly puckered his lips and headed for the kitchen.

Since Aunt Zhou was disciplining her child, Ke Jun didn’t feel it was his place to say anything.

Ke Jin, however, felt like bowing down to Aunt Zhou in his heart.

Aunt Zhou, you’re my hero!

So what if she loves to stretch the truth?

It’s no big deal! Who doesn’t have their monts of glory?

But Aunt Zhou’s next words completely fried Ke Jin’s CPU.

“Kids should have so relaxation ti, let him watch others play a ga for a while,” Ke Jun had just spoken.

When they heard Aunt Zhou say, “Old Ke, you don’t know. The ga that child was just watching was made by a cousin from my maternal family.”

“Huh?” Ke Jin was dumbfounded.

Wait, I have that kind of connection?

“What do you an ‘huh’? Go on, go pour so tea for your Aunt Zhou!” Ke Jun glared at his son, clearly irritated.

As Ke Jin poured the tea, he eavesdropped and heard Aunt Zhou continue.

“This ga has been really hot lately, even I, who know nothing about this Thunderbolt website, have heard about it. My son told , and that’s when I realized—it’s made by soone… oh you know, Ke, you wouldn’t know him anyway, and then I called him…” Aunt Zhou began to spin a tale out of nowhere.