Christmas Gift

Inside a Japanese literature classroom at Ochanomizu University.

"Hehehe, hehe..." Yuuka listened to Zhao Yu's song through her earphones, letting out a string of silly giggles.

"It's written so well..." After murmuring her admiration, she tapped into the comments section.

"I've been waiting so long for an update—finally, there's another new song!"

"But I still can't really understand Chinese. When will there be another Japanese song?"

"Don't you think the blogger and this Chinese streamer make a great match?"

"How could that be? I think the Chinese streamer should at least date a cute girl like me. This must be scripted!"

Yuuka's finger stopped there. She liked the comment saying the two of them were a good match, then disliked the one calling its writer a cute girl.

"Lord Yu would never like a woman who praises herself like that." After quietly grumbling, Yuuka returned to her own page.

"I've already earned over 1,400 dollars. How am I supposed to split it with Lord Yu?"

The thought gave Yuuka a headache. She had asked Zhao Yu for his bank account details many times, but he had brushed her off with all sorts of excuses every time.

They had clearly agreed to split it fifty-fifty, yet he was actually deceiving her! Lord Yu was awful!

Yuuka was puffing up with anger as she prepared to exit YouTube when she noticed an advertisement at the side.

Hm? Christmas was coming up? Looking at the holiday ad, Yuuka suddenly remembered that it was already December.

Christmas... I've got it! If he wouldn't accept money, then accepting a gift shouldn't be a problem, right?

But how was she supposed to get Lord Yu's address? Although she had decided to give Zhao Yu a Christmas present, Yuuka couldn't think of any way to get his address.

The more she thought about it, the more her head hurt. Without realizing it, Yuuka picked up a pen beside her and began randomly poking at her notebook.

Meanwhile, Qigong Shiori, seated behind her, watched Yuuka thoughtfully.

Something was off. Yuuka had been acting a little strange lately.

That was the conclusion Qigong Shiori had reached after observing Yuuka for so long.

If Yuuka had previously seemed listless in class because she went home to study and review, then lately, she had become the complete opposite.

Not only did she constantly look as though she had won the lottery, she would also giggle foolishly from time to time, and she had been using her phone more and more often.

The old Yuuka had barely touched her phone throughout the day.

As for how she knew that—hehe, never underestimate Lady Qigong's intelligence network!

"If I'm not mistaken, Yuuka must be in love, right?" Qigong Shiori frowned at the thought.

Though she didn't feel that way about Yuuka, Yuuka was her only friend. She was worried that this innocent girl might have been deceived by some man.

But... how could she probe for answers without making it obvious?

Just as Qigong Shiori was agonizing over it, Yuuka's voice sounded beside her.

"Um, Shiori?"

"Ah! What is it, Yuuka?" Qigong Shiori snapped back to her senses, her phoenix eyes turning toward Yuuka in a fluster.

"We don't have any classes later. Could you go shopping with me?" Yuuka asked cautiously.

After thinking for a long time, Yuuka still couldn't figure out how to get Zhao Yu's address, so she decided to put it aside for now. There was still some time before Christmas, after all.

She planned to ask Qigong Shiori first what kind of gift would be best for a boy.

"Of course. I have plenty of free time today." A faint smile appeared on Qigong Shiori's face.

"That's great! Then, see you later?"

"Mm, let's meet in the courtyard later."

What a stroke of luck. Didn't this give her the perfect chance to ask Yuuka about it? Qigong Shiori couldn't help thinking as she looked at Yuuka's adorable smile.

Meanwhile, in Zhao Yu's livestream.

"Come back, A Shui! Help your brother make another push for rank points!" Zhao Yu said to A Shui.

"No, no. You really are something else. If I call you bad, you're still Master rank. But if I say you're not bad, I haven't won a single game with you so far." A Shui felt as though his big head was about to get even bigger.

"You're seriously Schrödinger's bad. No matter how I carry you, it's pointless."

"Fine, then let's leave it at that. You're a pro player, yet you can't even carry me..." Zhao Yu muttered softly.

"Can you stop talking?! Who the hell plays Pantheon support?!" A Shui instantly broke down.

"You said it yourself—a support with a shield and crowd control." Zhao Yu looked utterly innocent.

"Who taught you to listen to people so literally?"

"A pro player from M3 Team, Shan Niruo."

"He made Smlz unable to laugh. Are you planning to make me unable to laugh too?"

Hearing Zhao Yu's words, A Shui was immediately left without any temper.

[Hahahahaha, the Young Master's worth just keeps rising.]

[See? I told you the Young Master had game sense. Now he has a successor, doesn't he?]

[That damn Pantheon went 10-10-3, stealing all of Shuizi Ge's kills, and he still called it game sense.]

[He did take Inventor, after all. Maybe Pantheon really could support next season?]

The Bullet Screen immediately began furiously discussing Zhao Yu's ridiculous plays.

Because he had ended his stream early yesterday, Zhao Yu started streaming ahead of schedule today. A Shui's question to Yuuka yesterday was still fresh in his mind, so he chose to start tormenting him today.

Pantheon support, Kalista support, Ziggs support—he brought them all out.

As a result, the two had been suffering ever since the stream started. If they hadn't been playing normals, A Shui definitely would have complained about far more than just this.

"Then let's stream again this afternoon. Take a break first—don't you still have practice?" Zhao Yu asked.

"Practice? Practice my ass. Playing normals with you today already counts as high-pressure training. I'm going to sleep for a while," A Shui said, rolling his eyes.

"Alright, then I'll take a nap too. I'll find you again this afternoon." Zhao Yu nodded.

"No way! You should go have a nice talk with Yuuka this afternoon. I can see it now—you're holding a grudge!" A Shui hurriedly refused.

"Hahaha, how could that be?" Zhao Yu laughed awkwardly.

"Ending stream, ending stream!" No longer bothering with Zhao Yu, A Shui ended his stream at lightning speed.

After seeing what A Shui did, Zhao Yu also shut down his stream, leaving behind only a crowd of viewers spamming question marks.

"Phew... it's finally over." A Shui stretched lazily.

Though he knew it was all for entertainment, the pressure training had been real enough, and he was a little tired too.

Just then, Zhao Yu suddenly sent him a WeChat message.

"I remember this month is December, right?"

"If it's not December, is it supposed to be the thirteenth month?"

"Then Christmas is this month?"

"What, are you buying your dad a gift?" A Shui immediately sat up straight.

"No, I wanted to ask... I have a friend who wants to give a Christmas gift to a girl he likes. What should he get her?"

Fuck! He had gotten excited for nothing! A Shui flopped back into his gaming chair.

"I don't know. Don't ask me!"

"Come on! You're my only friend. If I don't ask you, who am I supposed to ask? Besides, I've prepared yours too."

"Really, Godfather?"

"Tsk tsk... look at that face!"

"Anyway, what kind of gift do you think girls would like?"

"What kind of gift?"

A Shui furrowed his brow and began thinking deeply.