"Damn! So it’s actually being given away? I thought it belonged to the dical College. Pick , pick , pick !"
"Give give give, hahaha~~ Today’s definitely my lucky day. This thing isn’t even out on the market yet..."
"As expected of Uncle She—always so cocky and so badass!"
The livestream audience was losing their minds, even the big-shot dical experts who were lurking in the chat couldn’t help but shudder at this decision.
They’re really giving it away?!
What the hell! Us fellow professionals haven’t even had a chance to see this in person, and they’re already giving away their freshly made pills? Our hospital (or university) doesn’t even have a single one—this is just unfair!
The comnter from earlier timidly surfaced again:
"I take back what I said earlier—Uncle She is truly the king of generosity. I bow to his greatness!"
In the next second, the livestream chat started exploding with gifts—fireworks animations becoming more extravagant by the mont, and countless floods of flower icons filled the screen.
anwhile, Tang Shu had already buried herself in mixing the rest of the dicinal ingredients, once again working ticulously for a full hour. Over thirty fresh pills were completed. Compared to the pinkish-gray ones from earlier, the adjusted formula gave this batch a coffee-colored hue.
At first glance, they actually looked pretty nice.
"Five pills per bottle, six bottles in total. The system will randomly select six fans."
As Tang Shu carefully wrote the usage instructions on the bottles, the scrolling chat instantly turned into a blur of ssages...
***
Although this livestream wasn’t exactly planned in advance, by the end of the stream, the sheer number of viewers had skyrocketed enough to make peers in the industry gape in envy. Many hosts broadcasting at the sa ti on the platform were crying internally.
"What happened? Did She Yu & Yu not announce this ti?"
"No idea, I didn’t hear a thing... Otherwise, I’d have avoided his ti slot like usual!"
"No wonder I was singing my heart out, but my viewer count just kept dropping. It freaked out so much I almost muted myself—seriously!"
"Industry protocol: Whenever She Yu & Yu goes live, you better watch out. It’s absolutely true. My viewers vanish halfway through my streams..."
"Personal record low today! Big Brother She, please give at least a day’s notice next ti, I beg you~~"
...
Unintentionally stealing others’ thunder, Tang Shu left a ssage saying "I’ll be processing herbs every night at 8 PM for the next four days" before making a quick escape. She really did leave an advance notice this ti.
When the other strears on the platform got the news, they were completely, utterly, crushed!
"Wait, did I misread? Did they say they’re livestreaming for four days straight?"
"And not just four hours—FOUR DAYS!"
"Thinking back to the ti this guy’s stream crashed four servers... I’ve got nothing more to say. Posting on my blog now: I’m taking four consecutive days off. Don’t even try to stop !"
It wasn’t just the strears panicking—the platform’s backend staff were alard too.
"Holy crap, this big guy just settled down for a few days and now he’s back? Four straight days—what does that even an? We just started work and now we’re being dragged into overti..."
"Don’t freak out, bro! Rember? Our servers were upgraded multiple tis last year thanks to him."
"I didn’t forget, but you must’ve forgotten to check the numbers earlier. Bro, She Yu & Yu’s stream started with 3 million viewers and ended with 7 million. Are you sure we can handle four days of that pace?"
"..."
What are we waiting for? Upgrade the servers already!
After Tang Shu ended the stream, she left the platform in complete chaos, while she herself finally noticed her stomach growling in protest. Jing Yu, watching from the side, couldn’t help but laugh.
"You’re still here?"
She glanced at her phone screen, which showed it was already 10:30 PM.
Jing Yu stood up from the chair beside him, handing her a cup of warm milk. "Tiantian got a call from ho, saying she needed to head back early, so I stayed."
In early February, the capital was still quite chilly. Feeling the warm milk in her hands, Tang Shu realized how hungry she was. Only then did she recall her dinner consisted of half a bun.
"What do you want to eat? I’ll make you sothing."
"I think Tiantian made two dishes earlier. How about warming those up?"
"Sure. Go take a shower first—it’ll be ready by the ti you’re done."
Jing Yu pinched her cheeks and tugged lightly until she gave him a "smile," finally nodding in satisfaction.
"Much prettier like this."
"So you’re saying I wasn’t pretty during the livestream?"
"You were just as pretty, but I like it when you smile."
"..."
Alright, ssage received.
Tang Shu rubbed her now-reddened cheeks, firmly believing it was Jing Yu’s handiwork and not from blushing.
The two left the lab—one heading upstairs to wash away the lingering herbal scent, while the other went into the kitchen. Twenty minutes later, they both reconvened in the dining room.
"Huh? I don’t rember Tiantian making soup?"
"She didn’t. There were so spinach leftovers in the fridge, so I made so. It’s late—have more soup and less carbs."
"Do you want so too?"
"If you’re feeding , I wouldn’t mind."
Once again, Tang Shu was caught off guard. Determined not to be outdone, she scooped up a bowl of spinach and egg soup for him, one spoonful at a ti feeding it to Jing Yu.
He calmly and obligingly ate it, and by the end of the al, they had both successfully overeaten.
Tang Shu stared at the now-empty three dishes and felt a mix of emotions.
"So, what now?"
High-IQ Jing Yu, for once, was out of ideas. "It’s too cold outside for a walk... How about we watch a movie in the screening room?"
After an entire day imrsed in blueprints and snow lotus processing, Tang Shu’s brain was nothing but mush. She nodded cutely in agreent after eating.
Being gently led into one of the bedrooms in the Jing Family Villa, she suddenly realized how late it truly was.
"Uh..."
Jing Yu guided her to the screen and seed oblivious to her awkwardness. "What do you want to watch?"
"Whatever—anything’s fine."
"Then I’ll pick."
Jing Yu casually selected an award-winning art film, which quickly began to play, overflowing with its artsy tone. Tang Shu barely lasted thirty minutes before her eyelids started drooping, her head nodding as she dozed off.
The person beside her turned the volu down significantly, and soon after, the sound of gentle breathing could be heard.
Feeling the weight on his shoulder, Jing Yu, following a "practice-makes-perfect" approach, carefully scooped her up.
***
The next morning, Tang Shu woke up groggily to an all-too-familiar sensation—a presence beside her, one that radiated both comfort and assurance.
Opening her eyes, she was t with an up-close and personal view of Jing Yu’s handso face. Asleep, he exuded a soft gentleness... This felt oddly reminiscent, triggering mories of that morning at the resort.
Wait a second...
Why were they sleeping together?
Tang Shu’s long-dormant brain had a montary shutdown as fragnted thoughts flooded in, finally settling on an image of that unfinished movie.
Great. Last night, she’d managed to pull off sothing incredibly dumb—so dumb it couldn’t get any worse.
Seriously though, why did her IQ and alertness seem to drop around Jing Yu?
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