I listened to my sister's words today.

Yun Yiruo got up late today. The sunlight outside the window had already poured into the room through the gauze curtains. It was after 9:00 when she slowly opened her eyes and stretched lazily.

Jiang Ling had already been busy, washing the little guy carefully and skillfully dressing him.

"Okay, little lazy bum."

Before leaving, Jiang Ling kept on telling him, "Be good and obedient at home, don't act naughty, and if you behave well, I'll bring you some delicious food."

Yun Yiruo half leaned against the door, biting the braised chicken leg she had just begged for with great difficulty, and replied vaguely, "I know."

Seeing the little guy's look, Jiang Ling stopped nagging.

He bent down, kissed Yun Yiruo lightly on the forehead, and said softly, "Okay, I'm leaving now."

Yun Yiru nodded and watched her sister leave, but she was already impatient in her heart.

As soon as her sister's figure disappeared outside the door, Yun Yiru immediately ran upstairs excitedly, her steps as light as a deer.

He pushed open the door and rushed directly to his beloved gaming chair.

However, the chair was too high for her, her feet could not reach the ground, and it was always swaying.

I simply ran downstairs to the dining room and brought up two chairs for dining.

He also took out a small stool from the corner and placed a foot warmer on it, which made it much more comfortable to sit on.

The most important thing is that the back of this chair is hollow, which can just accommodate the nine furry tails.

This way, she wouldn't have to tuck her tail into her pants, which would be tight and constricting and uncomfortable.

After all, it is really uncomfortable to turn nine tails into one tail, not to mention that you have to hide it in your pants, which is simply torture.

He took a deep breath and sat down.

The width and height of the chair are just right. Sitting on it gives me the feeling of being on the throne. I proudly reached out and touched the tail behind me.

Just as I was about to turn on the computer and my fingertips hadn't even touched the power button, there was a knock on the door.

Helplessly he jumped off the chair and walked towards the door.

As the door opened, the familiar and kind face of the housekeeper came into view.

He was hunched over slightly, holding a colorful fruit platter in his hand.

"What's the matter, uncle?"

The housekeeper slowly squatted down and handed the fruit plate to her with gentle and delicate movements.

His voice was low and apologetic: "Miss, the head of the family just called you, but the call didn't go through."

"The head of the family asked me to tell you that I will be very busy at noon and probably won't be back until the evening."

Yun Yiruo took the fruit plate with both hands, said "Oh" softly, and frowned slightly, as if thinking about something.

After a moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "What should we eat for lunch? My sister is not at home, so can I eat more?"

The housekeeper smiled slightly: "The master has already planned lunch, all of which are your favorite dishes."

"If you want a snack, you can grab some from the cabinet."

"Yeah! Thank you, uncle!"

The butler closed the door gently, turned and left, and the sound of his footsteps gradually faded away in the empty corridor.

Yun Yiruo sat on the chair, picked up a strawberry, took a bite, and the sweet and sour juice spread in her mouth.

After turning on the computer, the blue light of the screen reflected on my face, my fingers slid unconsciously on the keyboard, the mouse clicked on the music software, and the cursor moved back and forth.

The playlist has been worn out for a long time, and the track list is full of familiar names. The refresh button is pressed repeatedly, as if it can bring up something new.

Turning my eyes to the game store, a wide variety of game covers flashed before my eyes.

Those titles that once excited me now seem bland. I silently comment: This one is too cliché, that one is too expensive, and those seemingly cool AAA games are just fancy shells.

My finger clicked on the mouse, but I couldn't make up my mind to download.

I want to play computer games, but I can’t find the games I really want to play. I can only stare at the homepage and let time pass by quietly.

The model parts are piled up on the table, and I haven’t had time to start assembling the model I bought last time.

The tiny parts were scattered on the table.

He glanced over and thought to himself, "I'll fight again when I have time."

My fingers continued to move on the keyboard, and before I knew it, the browser jumped to the small broken website.

The familiar homepage comes into view, with recommended videos one after another, but they don't arouse any interest at all.

Suddenly, the mouse stopped at his live broadcast room, and he thought to himself: "It seems like I haven't been broadcasting for a long time."

Although the live broadcast room was closed, the audience in the room was still very lively. Tens of thousands of people gathered here, as if waiting for something.

The comments were rolling like a tide, and the audience was discussing: "When will the anchor start the broadcast?"

"Will there be any surprises today?"

"Is the manager here? Can you please hurry up the anchor?"

The administrator's ID appears on the screen from time to time, maintaining order and occasionally making jokes, creating a relaxed and lively atmosphere.

Looking at the keyboard, suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind: "Why not now?"

Tens of thousands of spectators were stunned by this sudden change.

"Is the anchor alive?"

"Hey, what's wrong with you? The Tamagotchi is alive!"

"Finally he's willing to open the door."

"Do you know how I've been spending so much time?"

"I finally remembered the password."

"I see the goose girl's chubby little face again."

"Why did the table become solid wood? Bad review!"

"You kid upstairs! How could you be so cruel as to attack such a child?"

"There's nothing I can do about it. After all, the foot fetish community is still talking about the bound feet under the glass table~"

Yun Yiruo widened her eyes, staring in disbelief at the rapidly scrolling and increasingly outrageous comments on the screen.

He quickly cleared his throat and said, "Oh my, let's not dwell on that for now! I've been really busy lately and have a lot of things to deal with."

"But it's okay, I'm here today, so feel free to ask anything you want to ask~"

After saying this, she quickly shifted her gaze to the music platform beside her and began to carefully search for her favorite background music.

At this time, only a few minutes had passed since the live broadcast started.

More than 100,000 viewers have flooded into the live broadcast room like a tide.

Most viewers have not watched FoxFox's live broadcast in its entirety, and their understanding of FoxFox is mostly limited to some wonderful clips circulating on short video platforms.

And it’s just videos taken from the perspective of passers-by during offline activities.

However, when these viewers stepped into the live broadcast room and witnessed Fox's stunning appearance with their own eyes, it was as if time had stopped at that moment.

Everyone was shocked by the cuteness of Fox Fox, and their eyes were involuntarily focused on her and could no longer look away.

At that moment, countless hearts were deeply touched, as if attracted by an invisible magic, and they couldn't help but become loyal fans of Fox.