Chapter 5: Registration  

Peng Wenyu felt the air thick with awkwardness as he struggled to find words. “Brother Nan, why are you staying in the dorm today?”  

Hearing this, Nan Feng lifted his head from his laptop and glanced at the speaker. “I’ve had a lot going on at school lately. Going back is too much trouble. Is there a problem with me staying here?”  

“No, of course not! We always welcome you, Brother Nan,” Peng Wenyu replied obsequiously, afraid that Nan Feng might get upset and make life difficult for him.  

“Ding dong~ Ding dong~” The sound of a notification jolted Peng Wenyu from his sprawled position on the bed. He scrambled up and rushed to the computer desk, clicking open an app before breaking into a wide grin.  

“Hello, the sharp-tongued yet adorable Yu Liang is online!” The girl on the screen smiled sweetly, her expression captivating.  

At the sound of their goddess Yu Liang’s voice, Ding Sheng and Jiang Zhen hurriedly crowded around, excitement evident in their voices. “Wow, the goddess is so beautiful! But she hasn’t been streaming as much lately.”  

Peng Wenyu poked the two heads leaning in. “The goddess has been busy studying! Hmph, why are you guys crowding me? Don’t you have your own phones? Get lost!”  

The cramped space in front of the desk quickly cleared as the three of them each went back to their own devices.  

Since none of them had muted their screens, the synchronized playback resulted in a cacophony of Yin Siyu’s live stream echoing throughout the dorm room.  

Nan Feng, who had been analyzing stocks on his laptop, turned around irritably and glared at the three grinning idiots. “What the hell are you guys doing? If you want to watch, get out!”  

The trio immediately stifled their laughter, turned down the volume, and silently put on their headphones.  

But now, Nan Feng was acting strangely. On Peng Wenyu’s screen, he had caught sight of a very familiar face.  

Even before they put on their headphones, he had thought the voice sounded familiar, though he hadn’t dwelled on it. But the moment he locked eyes with those star-filled orbs on the screen, he was almost certain who the girl was.  

Though her makeup was heavy, making it hard to recognize her at a glance, Nan Feng was sure it was her. He could mistake anyone else, but never her.  

He recalled that day in the library—Yin Siyu had been completely absorbed in her book, taking notes, as if nothing else around her mattered. A gentle breeze had tousled her hair, lending her a lazy charm. Her slightly parted red lips and delicate features were accentuated by the faint frown on her brow, yet her eyes remained clear and transparent, brimming with starlight.  

It was the first time Nan Feng had ever been so captivated by someone. He could feel a subtle flutter in his chest, an indescribable emotion spreading through him.  

Yes, he had lied. Though he had always prided himself on never lying, he had done it anyway. He hadn’t called out to her that day, nor was he truly unable to leave. Perhaps, at that moment, he had just wanted to stay near her a little longer.  

Yin Siyu—he knew her name. He had seen it on the notebook she left on the library table.  

Once a name takes root in the heart, it swells like a balloon, embedding itself deeply.  

Nan Feng stood up, yanked Peng Wenyu’s headphones out, and demanded, “What are you watching?”  

Startled by the sudden interrogation, Peng Wenyu stammered, “J-Just… a live stream.”

“Which livestream?” Nan Feng sounded somewhat irritable, as if he had no clue about these things.  

Peng Wenyu suddenly realized—Brother Nan probably didn’t know about this. But that made sense. With his perpetually aloof demeanor—no, more like a “keep everyone at arm’s length” attitude—it would be strange if he *did* know about these things.  

“Uh, Brother Nan, this is Rising Live. If you want to watch, I can help you register an account!”  

Nan Feng caught himself showing too much emotion and immediately reverted to his usual cold expression, responding with only a faint “Mm.”  

Peng Wenyu didn’t think much of it as he helped Nan Feng register. He assumed Brother Nan just wanted to appear more approachable. After all, staying on a pedestal for too long could make anyone crave a taste of the mundane world, right? Understandable. Very understandable.  

“Brother Nan, what name should I register?” Peng Wenyu scratched the back of his head and asked the man standing before him.  

“Feng Yu.”  

“Here, all set, Brother Nan.” Peng Wenyu handed the phone over, then muttered under his breath, “Why does it also have the character ‘Yu’?”  

But Peng Wenyu didn’t dwell on it—and thus missed the biggest clue of all.  

With his newly registered livestream account, Nan Feng followed only one person: “Yu Liang.”  

*Because it’s you. Only for you.*  

He clicked into Yin Siyu’s livestream. A bright, smiling girl filled the screen. He didn’t turn on the speaker but instead put on headphones. Listening to her soft voice and watching her smile, he felt an inexplicable sense of contentment.  

Meanwhile, Yin Siyu was ruthlessly roasting her fans during her livestream:  

[“Don’t be fooled by how I look right now. Who knows how many of you are still lost in life? You guys should just hurry up and wash up before bed.”]  

[“I heard someone said I suck at gaming. Yeah, I admit I suck. But at least people *want* to watch me play. Those of you criticizing me? You couldn’t even pay people to watch you.”]  

[“Don’t test my limits, or I’ll teach you how to write the word ‘regret.’”]  

[“I am who I am—a different kind of firework.”]  

(End of Chapter)