[I'm tired, brothers...]
[What? You're not even pretending anymore?]
[Ever since Lord Yu went with Yuuka to meet that classmate last week, it feels like their relationship has suddenly gotten more and more ambiguous.]
Even the dumbest viewers could tell what was going on between the two of them.
Some sharper ones connected it to the last time they had gone to see Qigong Shiori, and they began guessing in the livestream chat why their relationship had changed.
But the two, immersed in the game, did not respond to the Bullet Screen. Instead, they continued operating in an orderly fashion until the livestream suddenly displayed consecutive rocket gift notifications.
The notification popped up five times in a row, finally making Zhao Yu pause the game in confusion.
"Wait a moment, Yuuka." Zhao Yu looked at the Bullet Screen. The gift sender had an ID made entirely of numbers and seemed to have registered recently.
[Brother Yu, do you remember me? I'm the folk singer who used to perform near the covered bridge.]
The street performer? Zhao Yu recalled Li Fei's appearance.
"What is it, brother? Watching the stream is enough. Only send gifts within your means. Give me your WeChat ID later, and I'll refund you."
In Zhao Yu's memory, this man was still the down-and-out folk singer who performed on the streets, so he did not really want to take his money.
After all, Li Fei's life had been quite difficult. Zhao Yu himself had already made a start; as long as nothing unexpected happened, he could live quite comfortably just off the royalties from these songs.
Repaying kindness was certainly admirable, but Zhao Yu had never expected anything in return when he helped others.
Whether in his previous world or this parallel world, his mother had only been