If he hadn't been transported to another world, Si You would never have humbled himself like this. At the height of his career, arrogance had been his brand.
But when it came to Jiang Tingxu, it wasn't entirely patience and compromise.
As he'd said before, Jiang Tingxu was one of the very few people Si You had genuinely admired across both his lives. He respected Jiang Tingxu more than anything. Jiang Tingxu had firmly insisted even after being turned down several times, and for some reason, Si You gave in at that very moment.
Who knew that when he looked up, he would spot Xue Boyu at the other end of the hallway? Si You's heart immediately began pounding.
Yet Xue Boyu watched them with a gentle look that said, "I understand" and "I get it." When Jiang Tingxu turned to look at him, Xue Boyu pushed open his door and went inside.
Si You: "..."
Jiang Tingxu's room felt warm the moment he entered. Si You immediately glanced toward the sofa. "I'll sleep..."
Jiang Tingxu said, "The bed."
Si You was startled. "You're sleeping on the sofa? That won't do!"
Jiang Tingxu raised an eyebrow. "Has it occurred to you that we could both sleep in the bed?"
Jiang Tingxu's bed was 2.2 meters wide, more than spacious enough for two men.
Si You blinked. Honestly, he had been pampered since childhood, and after reaching the top of the entertainment industry, he had never developed a habit of sharing things with others—especially not a bed. Of course, he had no other option now, but this was still his first time sleeping with someone else.
Jiang Tingxu seemed to understand something, and his expression became unreadable. "Are you worried Shen Chuan will misunderstand?"
The instant he said that, Si You dropped stiffly onto the bed, bouncing up and down a few times on the spring mattress.
Jiang Tingxu laughed. "Go to sleep."
Si You sat up and rubbed his eyes. "I'm going to take another shower."
Jiang Tingxu nodded. When Si You emerged after taking a hot shower, he caught the scent of noodles, and his stomach immediately started growling.
"You didn't eat dinner," Jiang Tingxu said. "I made some instant mixed noodles. Make do with it."
Si You was deeply grateful. "Okay, okay!"
Being Jiang Tingxu's partner was really nice. He was steady and dependable, and he didn't discriminate against people.
There was even a braised egg on top of the noodles. Si You thought it smelled heavenly.
He ate with complete focus. When he was nearly full and looked up, he found Jiang Tingxu sitting in a chair watching him.
Jiang Tingxu had long limbs, and even the most casual pose was pleasing to the eye.
"You don't like Shen Chuan anymore?" Jiang Tingxu asked.
Si You nodded.
Jiang Tingxu asked, "Why?"
After thinking for a moment, Si You said, "Some things have been bottled up for too long, and they're hard to explain. I was a fucking idiot last season, but a prodigal son can turn over a new leaf. I've sincerely reformed now and become a new person."
After saying that, Si You held up two fingers as if swearing an oath.
Jiang Tingxu gave a quiet "Mm," without revealing what he thought.
But Si You could sense that this man's attitude toward him had softened. Otherwise, given Jiang Tingxu's temperament, he would never have let Si You stay in his room.
Then, after drinking a cup of hot black tea and filling his stomach, Si You took cold medicine. Drowsiness swept over him again, but this time was different. He no longer had to sleep on that tiny sofa. Lying in bed beneath the covers, Si You finally truly understood just how much the production crew valued Jiang Tingxu. He comfortably burrowed deeper into the blankets, leaving only his calm, delicate brows and eyes exposed.
When Jiang Tingxu came out after washing the cup and saw this, he couldn't help pausing. He wasn't exactly good-tempered. People praised him for not putting on airs on set only because he loved filming and insisted on doing everything himself. He enjoyed it. Later, after becoming famous and winning Best Actor, there was no need for him to compete with anyone anymore. Jiang Tingxu had a habit of looking after juniors, but this was the first time he had taken care of someone to the point of bringing him into his own room.
He couldn't quite explain it. It was just that when he saw Si You squeezed onto that tiny sofa, with no color in his lips but still smiling and telling him he was fine, Jiang Tingxu no longer wanted him staying in that obviously damp room.
Jiang Tingxu looked over the things Sister Chen had sent him for a while, then turned off the lights and went to sleep.
He and Si You kept to their own sides, with enough room between them for another person to lie down. Jiang Tingxu was a light sleeper and had already prepared himself to be woken up by Si You tossing around. But who knew Si You was so well-behaved? It was as if he understood his situation. He remained restrained and completely still.
That night restored some of Si You's energy. When he woke up, he finally didn't feel quite so exhausted.
After several days of being put through the wringer, the director's team decided to give the guests a half-day break that morning.
Jiang Tingxu opened his eyes right on time. The moment he saw someone sitting at the desk, he woke completely, then belatedly realized it was Si You.
"Morning." Jiang Tingxu's voice was husky from just waking up, and incredibly sexy.
Si You couldn't help raising a hand to pinch his ear. He turned to look at him. "Morning."
"Your voice still hasn't recovered."
Si You didn't care. "It's fine. It'll be better in a few days."
Jiang Tingxu didn't linger in bed either. He got up and headed for the bathroom.
"Best Actor, I want to borrow your computer," Si You said.
"Help yourself."
Si You saw that it was still early and decided to stream for an hour.
[Oh my god, it's only eight in the morning. Sure, it's such a lively time of day, but don't you know horror games are for the underworld?]
"We're only resting this morning," Si You explained. "I won't have time tonight either."
But it was Saturday, and viewers without the work buff quickly arrived. They didn't have any particular hobby—they just wanted to watch Si You slide around.
The game he chose this time was called Leaking Ceiling. The player entered as a tenant. At first, they heard strange noises. Despite living on the top floor, they would be awakened at night by droplets falling from the ceiling. After calling property management to inspect it, they were told the waterproof coating on the roof was completely intact. Then strange events began happening frequently in the home. Only by uncovering the truth could they escape the curse.
Same old rules: great sound design, strong graphics, terrifying ghosts.
[I'm sick! I'm hiding under the covers this early in the morning.]
[Who isn't? I was watching in the living room, then somehow ended up in the bedroom.]
[I've already activated the blanket barrier. Do as you please, gentlemen.]
Thankfully, it was daytime. If they watched this at night, they wouldn't be sleeping at all.
Si You died once at a candle-lighting stage. The female ghost swooped down directly from the ceiling and swallowed him whole.
Amid the barrage of "hahaha" in the comments, Si You snorted. "She can only kill her daddy once."
[Plane and Bobo have both played this one. They said it was brutal.]
Plane was the horror-game streamer who had entered Si You's livestream when he had first started streaming and showered him with gifts to bring in viewers. They had added each other as friends on the platform, but because they worked in different fields and Si You had been caught up in endless controversies lately, they had barely spoken.
"Half a second," Si You said. "I did the math. I only have half a second to light the candle. It has to be flawless."
But when he tried to light the exorcism candle, the female ghost would come out to interfere, causing the space to twist back and forth. The player's vision would shake with it, making it extremely difficult to control the angle.
[Can you do it?]
Si You smiled arrogantly. "There's nothing I can't do, okay?"
Then intense, terrifying music began to play. Si You controlled his character as he charged toward the red table in the middle, muttering under his breath, "Left, left, right, left..."
[Holy shit! His character has been moving straight the whole time. How did he do that?]
[This bastard memorized the shaking pattern during the first space distortion and did the opposite to maintain his balance!]
[Awesome!]
The directions of that shaking had to be fixed. If they were random, players could keep playing until they were in the grave.
The viewers were once again shocked by Si You's memory and reflexes. He quickly controlled his character to light the candle, steady as a rock! Then, as the female ghost fell from the ceiling with a shrill scream, everyone saw that familiar sliding maneuver. Si You rushed straight beneath the table on the other side—that was a hundred-percent safe spot! The ceiling plaster peeled away and fell in flurries like snow, while the truth behind a murder case from ten years ago surfaced...
Si You stretched. "Cleared it."
The comments flooded with "666" like an erupting volcano. Si You had taken only forty-seven minutes in total, breaking the current fastest record for the game.
Some of the big spenders were thoroughly convinced, thinking, Is this what enviable talent looks like?
[Fuck, just watching this pisses me off.] That was what the big spenders said, but gifts flew across the screen nonstop.
Si You had been so absorbed in the game that he hadn't noticed someone standing behind him. Only when he caught the faint scent of body wash did he turn around and discover Jiang Tingxu right behind him.
"You're done showering?" Si You asked.
"Mm." Jiang Tingxu said, "That slide just now was beautiful."
[Hiss—he sounds a little like my husband.]
Si You: "!!!" He had forgotten to mute the mic!
Si You wanted to say no, but within just a few seconds, he saw people with usernames like "Ginger Powder 153," "Tingxu Only," and "My Only Husband Xuxu" flooding into his livestream.
[Si You, what did you do to my husband?]
Si You: "..."
Si You had no backbone. He instantly said, "Bye-bye," and ended the stream.
"What do we do?" Si You said. "I think they heard him."
"They heard him, so what?" Jiang Tingxu said. "We're partners now. Isn't it normal for us to be together?"
Just as he finished speaking, someone knocked on the door.
"They should be calling me downstairs to eat," Jiang Tingxu said calmly. "I'm going to dry my hair. Go downstairs first."
"Okay." After agreeing, Si You went to open the door, only for a black camera lens to immediately poke inside.
The other person refused to give an inch, and Si You was instead forced half a step backward.
The director's team giving them a half-day break didn't mean they had stopped filming. During this time, every guest's cameraman had gone to their rooms for footage. In Fei Chang's separate feed, he was having tea and chatting with Zhang Jianlin. Xu Ke was organizing his wardrobe. The two girls had face masks on and chased their cameraman away. Another young couple was telling their love story in front of the camera. All perfectly normal—but when it came to Jiang Tingxu and Si You, things became incredibly abnormal!
Si You's cameraman had already arrived at the room door, but when he saw his partner staring back at him in shock, he seemed to sense something. He shifted sideways and saw Si You standing in the doorway of the Best Actor's room.
The next second, two cameras were shoved in Si You's face.
Si You: "..."
"Why don't you just eat me?" Si You said lifelessly.
The fans clearly saw that because of Si You's words, the Best Actor's lips curved up behind him.
What was even more speechless was that Xue Boyu was standing behind the two cameramen.
Xue Boyu held up his phone to film himself, muttering under his breath.
[!!! Why is Si You in Jiang Tingxu's room?!]
[Don't overthink it. He's just borrowing the computer. Check Si You's Weibo—he posted a stream announcement an hour ago.]
[Those two faces look so good in the same frame.]
[They do.]
[Good my ass!]
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