This was the first time Shi Yu had met someone who made a request like that.

What should he say?

A thank-you message?

Shi Yu, a poor streamer who had just received a huge gift for the first time, hesitated for a moment. Once he was sure the gift wasn’t a mistake, he remembered that he had a newly adopted little supernatural creature to take care of at home. So, he gave in to the money pretty quickly.

He lightly tapped on the screen twice and searched for standard thank-you phrases used on the Maogu streaming platform. After clearing his throat, he read it out loud word-for-word from the script:

“Thank you to user 8836154 for the gift. That was generous of you.”

“Oh, by the way, you’re now the number one supporter in the stream. According to the platform rules, if you want mod permissions, I can help set it up.”

Many streamers give moderation rights to their top supporters. Shi Yu hadn’t thought much about this before, but since a big spender had suddenly appeared, he followed the usual procedure and asked.

On the other end, when Shen Yan heard Shi Yu’s voice, the tension in his temples relaxed, and even the dull pain between his brows eased. He pressed his lips together. From the moment Shi Yu started speaking, he had already replayed the sound of that voice in his head over and over again.

After a while, he finally typed a reply:
“No need, you don’t have to give me mod rights.”

His fingers paused, but then he added:
“I just passed by. I don’t usually come online.”

No wonder—Shi Yu had noticed earlier that this account looked new, clearly not someone who regularly watched streams on the Maogu platform.

He nodded to himself and then remembered that this big spender seemed to like listening to people talk. Maybe he was an older viewer who preferred listening to chatting rather than typing.

So he sweetly said,
“Okay, big boss.”

“If you don’t need any special access, then I’ll just continue the livestream as usual.”

The yacht gift excitement had settled down. After watching the action, the other viewers were eager to get back to the main show. Shi Yu checked the time, adjusted the camera, and stood up.

“Alright, after chatting for so long, the pork ribs are finally ready.”

“Please wait a moment, I’ll go get the ribs.”

The fans in the livestream heard the sound of a chair moving, followed by a glimpse of a white sleeve from his cozy loungewear. All they caught was a blurry figure passing by. When he appeared again on camera, Shi Yu had already served the pork ribs from the rice cooker.

However, some eagle-eyed viewers noticed something—the pork rib soup on the table looked different from what the streamer usually made.

Shi Yu said, “Oh? You noticed?”

“I was just about to say, today’s soup wasn’t made by me. A friend helped me cook it, so the color and look are a bit different from usual.”

Shi Yu had cooked pork rib soup himself before during streams, and his recipe was totally different from what Little Mimosa made. So viewers could tell this soup came from someone else.

But… a friend?

“What friend? When did the streamer get a friend who lives with him? Why didn’t we know?”

A viewer with the username “Loves Lamb Skewers” couldn’t help joking. Even Shen Yan, who had been spaced out, looked over at that moment.

A friend? Living with Shi Yu?

According to their last investigation, Shi Yu had started streaming right after graduation and didn’t seem to have any particularly close friends on file.

So how did a “friend” suddenly appear in just one day?

And that person is staying at his place? Could Shi Yu have been tricked?

In Shen Yan’s eyes, Shi Yu seemed like a delicate flower raised in a greenhouse after graduation—someone who hadn’t seen much of the dark side of the world. He worried that Shi Yu might be taken advantage of and had let a stranger move in.

As these thoughts ran through his head, Shi Yu had already started explaining:

“Don’t guess randomly. It’s an old friend I already knew. They’re just here to keep me company for a while.”

Since he couldn’t say the truth about Mimosa’s real identity, Shi Yu casually made up a story about a college classmate.

Hearing that, Shen Yan finally relaxed his frown. If it was a university friend, then it sounded reasonable.

Still… maybe he’d double-check later.

Shi Yu didn’t realize that today’s food stream almost revealed Mimosa’s secret identity. After returning to his usual streaming routine, he mentally prepared himself and took a bite of the pork ribs made by the little supernatural creature.

To his surprise… it tasted pretty good?

Apparently, Mimosa had followed some online recipe. The soup looked decent, and the flavor was surprisingly nice. After the first bite, Shi Yu visibly relaxed.

To be honest, he had been a little worried about whether food made by something supernatural could even be eaten. But it turned out, Mimosa really lived up to being a household helper-type invisible robot!

Never let him down.

Hmm, he should reward Little Mimosa later. Maybe see what it likes and buy it something.

That little thought flashed through his mind, and by the time he looked up again, he had already eaten more than half.

He picked up a spoon and drank a mouthful of the rich, flavorful soup. It was so good, he couldn’t help but squint his eyes in satisfaction. After finishing more than half the bowl, he finally said:

“Alright, I’m full.”

He rubbed his belly.
“That’s it for today’s stream.”

Live Chat Messages:
“Ah? It ended so fast, I’ll miss Fishy (Yubao)!”
“I wish Fishy could stream twice a day.”
“Well, I’m satisfied. I just drank two whole bottles of nutrient drink while watching Fishy eat on stream, so I got my nutrition for the day too.”
“Okay then, see you tomorrow!”

After saying goodbye to the fans one by one, Shi Yu finally relaxed. He clicked the logout button and exited the stream.

As soon as he logged out, a large amount of money in the background dashboard caught his eye.

He had earned so much just in one afternoon—it felt like a dream. Shi Yu pinched himself to make sure it was real. He decided not to touch the money just yet.

He thought, I’ll wait and see… But today is definitely worth celebrating!

Meanwhile, Shen Yan had just finished resting and arrived at the Ability Users Association when he saw Sang Huaiyu, who was still there.

“Huaiyu?”

Sang Huaiyu wasn’t a regular member of the association—he only showed up for special reasons. But hadn’t everything ended yesterday?

Shen Yan was a bit confused.

Someone like Sang Huaiyu, who usually came and went mysteriously, showing up here again was bound to attract attention.

Sang Huaiyu nodded slightly. Because he was annoyed with Mimosa , he hadn’t watched Shi Yu’s stream and didn’t know that the person who sent the gift to Shi Yu… was Shen Yan.

When he turned his head and saw Shen Yan—who had been on the verge of mental collapse just days ago—now looking slightly better, he was a bit surprised.

Even just a little improvement was unexpected.

After all, Shen Yan’s insomnia wasn’t just caused by stress. Most of it was due to the supernatural being fused with him, and even the Ability Users Association couldn’t do much to fix it.

That meant no matter how many doctors or therapists he saw, Shen Yan’s condition would only get worse—not better.

So what did Sang Huaiyu just see?

The amount of supernatural energy in Shen Yan’s body had decreased.

He raised an eyebrow slightly. Behind the white silk blindfold, his eyes were unreadable.

Shen Yan, noticing Huaiyu staring, frowned a little and asked himself, Is something wrong with me?

Finally, Sang Huaiyu spoke gently:
“You look a bit better today.”

Shen Yan paused, surprised that it was so obvious. Before coming to the association, he had taken a short nap while listening to Shi Yu’s voice. Even though it was only 30 minutes, it helped him relax a lot.

He rubbed his forehead. “Maybe because I rested a bit today.”

For some reason, even though he had always admired Sang Huaiyu, Shen Yan didn’t mention anything about Shi Yu. He had found a streamer who helped him fall asleep.

Changing the topic, he noticed Sang Huaiyu hadn’t left and asked:
“Is Captain Fu having another episode?”

The only reason Huaiyu would stay at the association instead of handling his own business was probably because Fu Nanyao had gotten worse again.

Sure enough, the silver-haired man nodded and replied softly:
“This morning, Captain Fu’s supernatural levels went up again.”

Fu Nanyao had suffered serious trauma in a past mission. Although he survived, he wasn’t completely normal anymore.

Usually, he was just cold and distant. But when the supernatural energy in his body spiked, he would lose control and develop a dangerous urge to kill.

That’s why Sang Huaiyu, as his close friend, would often come to help the association during those times.

Shen Yan frowned deeply, feeling uneasy:
“If I remember correctly, this is the second time this year?”

Fu Nanyao had been like this for a while, but the recent episodes were becoming more frequent. Two times in three months—that was a very high rate. If his supernatural levels rose again, he might completely lose his memory and sanity, turning into an SSS-level threat.

Sang Huaiyu didn’t deny it:
“Let’s hope he makes it through the simulation safely this time.”

The air grew heavy with silence, and Shen Yan’s mood turned grim.

Maybe it was because of Huaiyu’s attractive appearance, but Shen Yan didn’t notice how calm the “First-Ranked Ability User” really was—calm to the point of cold indifference.

Sang Huaiyu looked away, slightly bored.

Humans are always like this.
Not just Fu Nanyao. In this strange and twisted world, all humans were boring and fragile.

Still… Huaiyu paused for a moment. Among all those weak humans, he suddenly remembered a particularly delicate one—like a fragile vase.

Shi Yu’s name flashed across his mind.

He didn’t know why, but he suddenly wanted to see him.

What is Shi Yu doing right now?

The white-haired god-like being smiled faintly. After brushing past Shen Yan, he took over Mimosa’s consciousness with interest.

But as soon as he did…

A soft fragrance hit his nose.

Sang Huaiyu blinked—he found himself standing just outside a bathroom.

Through the foggy glass door, a tall and slender figure could barely be seen inside.

Shi Yu had taken off his loungewear and was about to take a shower.

And that scent just now… had come from him.