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Chapter 22 – “So the guy in 150 is actually Qin Shi…”
When the team came back from the S‑province exhibition, the staff stuffed everyone’s bags with promotional goodies. Qin Shi tried to protest, but still ended up carrying a backpack full of plush mascots and a shiny new medal.
He dumped everything onto the bookshelf in his study, rubbed his damp hair with a towel and walked into the bedroom.
During the fortnight that followed his trip, Li Huanhuan’s days acquired a strict rhythm thanks to the dog‑walking job:
| Time | Routine |
|---|---|
| 06 : 30 | Alarm → stumble across the hall, pick up Barbecue |
| 07 : 00 – 07 : 30 | Half‑hour walk, poop patrol |
| 08 : 00 | Breakfast & start editing new Cat & Dog episode |
| 13 : 00 – 14 : 00 | Mid‑day stroll, short nap |
| Evening | Another walk, editing, then a short “His Majesty Cat” livestream |
The viewers kept growing; the jealous big pet‑streamer “Da‑Meng‑Meng” still tossed shade, but after the mysterious patron “No‑Hotpot‑Then‑Barbecue” carpet‑bombed the chat with luxury gifts, open attacks dwindled.
Qin Shi flew back for a day between matches. Thinking Dongfang Jiao had already taken the husky out, he jumped straight into the shower.
Exactly then, Li Huanhuan unlocked 150, carrying the dog’s empty water tank.
The bathroom door flew open.
A very tall, very lean man in nothing but a towel froze; she froze; the door slammed shut again.
Huanhuan nearly dropped the dispenser. A… naked pervert? No, Barbecue wasn’t barking—must be the owner.
“Er… hello? Neighbor from 150?”
“…Mm.” (Low, muffled, absolutely‑not‑Qin‑Shi‑voice.)
Mortified, she stammered an apology, set the tank on the balcony and fled.
Inside the bathroom Qin Shi pressed a towel over his face and text‑blasted his cousin.
“What the hell, Jiao!?”
After ten minutes of grovelling emojis she explained she’d forgotten to warn the dog‑sitter.
Qin Shi wanted to fire himself on the spot— yet the thought of Huanhuan visiting every day to walk Barbecue was… irresistible.
So he ordered Jiao to keep the arrangement.
### A bookshelf full of clues
Two days later Huanhuan arrived to find the husky proudly clutching a tiny plush doll—“Star” in a blue overall—amid a study wrecked with shredded paper. Jiao apologized via chat and told her to ignore the mess.
Trying to return the doll she stepped inside—and froze.
Shelves crammed with Tianlang merch, a pro‑grade gaming rig, and… a newly minted gold medal:
Invincible Cup – Champion
Presented to Star, Tianlang Esports
A chill ran up her spine.
150‑neighbor… is Star… is Qin Shi!
So the good‑natured foodie next door, the man who rushed her to hospital, the faceless patron in her cat’s stream— all the same person who had once sworn he’d stop bothering her?
Anger, shame, gratitude tangled together.
She almost quit on the spot—yet Barbecue wagged beside her, innocent. With a sigh she decided to finish today’s walks, then cut ties once Qin Shi returned tomorrow.
Between games Qin Shi checked his phone. Jiao reported the husky’s “creative destruction.”
Star: “Wait—she went into my study?”
Jiao: “Uh… yes. She stopped the dog! …哥, it’s okay, right?”
His heart hammered.
So she’s seen it. Has she guessed?