A virtual princess? She's a real princess!

The Spring Season has officially begun, with BOT facing off against MC. Because Ye Jun benefited from Bian Xiao's influence, this match was the most anticipated by everyone, second only to the champion team.

Currently, Ye Jun is generally viewed negatively. Although he is handsome and performed well in the peak competition during his previous live streams, it is still a professional competition. As long as he has never won, no one can really believe in him. Everyone is watching this little Blue Whale streamer's first match.

Ye Jun's performance has been getting better and better in the practice matches with other teams. Coach Liu has been in a great mood lately, as Mile puts it, like he's won the lottery.

The competition is tomorrow, and Ye Jun is understandably excited, so he calls his girlfriend to try and comfort her.

Bian Xiao couldn't very well say that he almost forgot, could he?

It's no wonder that after cheating, scumbags would buy their girlfriends lavish gifts and shower them with sweet words.

He's feeling guilty!

To cover it up, the woman showered Ye with compliments, saying things like "Baby, you're so great," "Baby, give me a kiss," and "Kiss me a kiss," making Ye completely lose his sense of direction.

After hanging up the phone, Bian Xiao specifically instructed the maid to remind him to watch the game tomorrow.

He couldn't help but feel smug about what he had just done. Oh well, what could he do? Little Yezi was so devoted to him!

My charm is just that great!

Just after ending the call with Ye Jun, I received messages from Nan Mo and Wan An.

He asked her if she wanted to play PUBG, since he hadn't been streaming much lately, and then took her to an island for a battle.

That's fine too. I've been playing the game "Xia Ke Xing" lately and it's been a bit tiring. Playing PUBG while lying down is a good alternative.

Watch Ye Jun's match tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow...

While Bian Xiao was still pondering, he saw several messages pop up on his phone:

Nanmo: Three pictures in a row

Xiao stopped in his tracks as he was about to reply with "Goodnight."

What did Nan Mo send her?

Once curiosity is ignited, it's hard to control. Sorry, goodnight. Just ten seconds.

Bian Xiao clicked on Nan Mo's photo.

Good guy!

Those abs, those pecs, those V-lines.

He must have just finished working out; sweat trickled down his brows and seeped into the waistband of his gray athletic shorts, dampening the edges.

—Bian Xiao: What kind of male seduction is this late at night?

—Nanmo: I miss you

Bian Xiao raised an eyebrow. Only a few days? Another one?

—Bian Xiao: And then?

—Nanmo [voice]: I practiced well today and wanted to show it to the baby, but the baby isn't here.

——Nanmo [voice]: When is the baby coming back?

It's a bit cloying.

I don't really want to go back.

Bian Xiao decided to let things cool down, and his finger started swiping from left to right to switch back to the chat interface with Wan'an.

Nanmo posted another picture.

Bian Xiao assumed it was just abs. After seeing several abs in a row, she got too lazy to click and look more closely, and after feasting her eyes, she found it uninteresting.

However, Nanmo took a picture of the sunset over the lake instead.

A gray waterbird rippled across the lake, the afterglow of the setting sun casting a pale golden glow on the edges of its feathers, almost blending into the tranquil surface of the lake.

The entire photo exudes a sense of contrasting desolation and warmth. The composition is beautiful and evocative, which Bian Xiao prefers to the abs photo.

So the hand that had been pulled back was pulled back.

—Bian Xiao: Did you take this picture?

—Nanmo: Yes, I took this picture this afternoon when I went out for a walk in the park by myself.

Nanmo hasn't been able to leave the house for a long time.

His previous assistant had locked him in the penthouse, preventing him from stepping out. He loathed that man, so he quickly had Xiaoxiao replace him.

The new assistant did not restrict his movements, but would send someone to monitor him.

Even so, he was quite content. Those people wouldn't get too close to him; they would just follow him from a distance.

He's been leisurely strolling around Shanghai these past few days.

Suddenly, he realized that different people experience Shanghai differently. Impoverished, he wouldn't even notice the scenery along the roadside, nor would he have time to stroll leisurely in a beautiful park.

He took many photos, but didn't know who to share them with.

Continue with the usual muscle training, go through the motions of taking photos to show the sponsor.

They also control the time interval between photo uploads to prevent their sugar daddies from getting tired of them. They also share pictures of exquisitely plated food, learning from the socialite tips on Xiaohongshu (a Chinese social media platform) for attracting rich second-generation heirs.

However, he could still clearly sense Bian Xiao's perfunctory attitude.

After all, she was too rich, and the methods he devised online to please a rich woman weren't very effective with her.

I decided to just give up and sent out the photos I had taken.

He was actually fantasizing inside.

The interface I hadn't checked in a long time suddenly appeared, displaying the message "The other party is typing."

Upon seeing Bian Xiao's comment, Nan Mo felt very nervous.

—Nanmo: Is it because my photos are bad, baby?

—Bian Xiao: No, it's very beautiful, the light and shadow are gorgeous. Where is this? It has a very Kasperman-esque style.

A smile appeared on Nan Mo's lips, one that he himself was unaware of.

—Nanmo: Who is Karl Steiner?

Bian Xiao doesn't like painting, but he likes photography, especially landscape photography.

Actually, Nanmo's photography is still quite immature, and the scenery isn't particularly good, but the lighting this time is indeed very much in the style of Kasperman.

Nan Mo stumbled upon Bian Xiao's preferences by sheer chance.

Bian Xiao, who had been aloof recently, began discussing photography with Nan Mo.

Nan Mo, like a diligent and studious child, was absorbing knowledge and gave Bian Xiao great encouragement.

Being a teacher is really addictive, especially when your students are so supportive.

Nan Mo wasn't faking it; he hadn't even realized it yet, but he had already succeeded.

They successfully salvaged their precarious physical relationship.

The two even started a video chat later, and Bian Xiao held up his phone to show him various photos from his photo collection.

“This is Karl Steiner’s work, look.” Bian Xiao showed it to Nan Mo.

"Wow!" Nan Mo's exclamation pleased Bian Xiao.

“Look at this one of his,” Bian Xiao pointed out, “doesn’t it look very similar to the way you handled the light and shadow in yours?”

“Yes!” Nan Mo nodded, “They all have golden edges.” Nan Mo didn’t know how to describe it.

"Look at his composition. He enhances the sense of space and depth in the image by using foreground elements to create a balanced and dynamic composition. But yours lacks a foreground element."

"But your use of light is very similar, both using backlighting from the right."

"You're very talented, Nan Mo."

Nan Mo smiled faintly, "That's what I think too!"

He genuinely loves taking photos and immerses himself in the beautiful scenery of the world.

No longer that seductive, flirtatious smile.

Bian Xiao looked at him in the video, at his bright, amber eyes.

Like the bright morning sun sinking into a clear pond.

"Nanmo," Bian Xiao called softly, his eyes lowered.

"Hmm?" Nan Mo asked, puzzled.

"What's your name?"

Bian Xiao kept saying that Nan Mo's name suited him very well.

Nan Mo, he's a male model.

She never asked his name.

Nan Mo was like his physical body, a source of amusement for Bian Xiao when he was bored, naked and completely exposed.

A body without a soul is boring.

She certainly didn't want to know the name of the Walking Dead.

"My name is Xie Jin."

......

Xie Jin rarely uses this name anymore.

When Bian Xiao suddenly asked the question, he was even a little taken aback.

They talked for a long time last night, and the atmosphere was strange and peculiar; he couldn't quite figure it out.

It's different from the way men and women interact that he used to watch, or rather, it's different from what he learned.

He hung up the phone, feeling a little empty inside. He habitually walked to the French windows and looked out, where lush trees swayed gently under the lights.

Oh, he remembered. He had moved to a different place, so naturally, the dazzling neon lights and bustling traffic of Shanghai at night were no longer there.

Xie Jin sat by the window for a while, looking out, before washing up and going to bed.

When he woke up the next day, Assistant Zeng was sitting in the living room, smiling and waiting for him.

Xie Jin, dressed in white pajamas and soft slippers, came down the stairs and sat down opposite Assistant Zeng.

When Assistant Zeng saw Xie Jin, he stood up, nodded slightly, and then sat down again.

At this moment, Xie Jin noticed seven or eight staff members outside the living room. They had solemn expressions and some of them were carrying black metal boxes.

"What is this?" Xie Jin asked, puzzled.

"This was specially ordered by Miss," Assistant Zeng said with a smile. "These photos were retrieved from the photo album collection room and were specially requested for you to enjoy. Each photo is a masterpiece by a renowned artist that Miss specially collected."

The assistant looked at the man before him; thin lips, a high nose, and thick eyebrows and eyelashes formed a stunningly beautiful face. He was indeed captivating; no wonder the young lady doted on him.

These days, looks really are the most important thing!

“Mr. Nanmo, in that case, I’ll have them put the photo album in the collection room for now.” Seeing Xie Jin nod blankly, the assistant directed the male servants to carefully carry the box inside.

Did she do it on purpose?

For him?

Xie Jin did not miss what his assistant Zeng said.

In his eyes, these assistants were all eunuchs who relayed messages, so naturally they had to speak for their masters, and also to let him know how good Xiaoxiao was to him.

He didn't quite understand why Zhen Huan would like an old man.

But... Xie Jin dared not think about it; his restless and uneasy heart was hidden deep inside, and he went in with them.

I saw two technicians adjusting something. They were setting a series of values.

"What is this?" Xie Jin's eyes flashed with confusion.

"They're setting the lighting, temperature, and humidity levels; each photo has strict storage requirements," the lead staff member explained. "Also, you need to wear gloves if you need to view the photos..."

The girl gave a lot of instructions.

Xie Jin never imagined that storing photos would have so many requirements, including a dedicated storage room with air temperature control and monitoring.

Who would have thought this was just a place to collect photos?

Xie Jin tried to write it down, but there was too much. Faced with such a technician who could rattle off a long list of names without any expression, Xie Jin was somewhat impressed. "I didn't remember some of them."

Assistant Zeng spoke up from the side, "Please give me the details later, Ms. Fang, and I'll pass them on to Mr. Nan Mo."

After everything was packed up, the staff left one by one. After inquiring about Xie Jin's needs, the assistant said goodbye to Xie Jin and also left the villa.

.....

After we left, a colleague pulled the staff member who had just spoken aside and whispered, "Why did you talk like that?"

?

"Huh? What happened to me?" The staff member was bewildered.

Seeing his colleague shaking his head and sighing, the staff member also became anxious and cautiously asked, "Did I say something wrong? Should we ask to apologize to that gentleman?"

"Tsk tsk tsk," the male colleague shook his head and said to the female technician, "She's just a young girl, she doesn't know how to read people."

"What... what's wrong with me?" The female technician was a little nervous, afraid that she had said something wrong, but after thinking about it, she felt that she hadn't done anything wrong.

Another female technician overheard her male colleague's words, rolled her eyes, walked over, and asked him, "So what did Xiao Fang say wrong?"

"Xiaofeng, didn't you see that guy's face? You rattled off a whole bunch of stuff, making it hard for him to remember. It's embarrassing for him. Did you see his expression? Don't blame me for not reminding you." The male colleague winked and smiled. "That guy is not someone to mess with. He loves to whisper in people's ears. Assistant Tu was fired because of his complaints. If you make him lose face in public, you're in trouble!"

Xiao Fang immediately panicked and grabbed the female technician next to her.

The latter snorted coldly, "It's fine, let it be pillow talk." Then he grabbed Xiao Fang and left, completely ignoring the man's nagging behind them.

"Sis, what if she really does whisper in your ear?" Xiao Fang really liked this job; it was easy, simple, and paid well. Her mother was a manager under Taihong and arranged for her to get the job.

They say she's a bit slow, and that she should just work peacefully with the young lady.

"Hey, don't pay attention to that kind of person. You were perfectly normal just now." Patting Xiao Fang's hand, the technician continued, "There's nothing wrong. Don't let him scare you."

"Then why is he telling me all this?"

“Go back and think about it yourself, why he suddenly brought up your former assistant.”

"You have to figure it out yourself," the female technician shook her head, and the group left the villa where Xie Jin lived.

......

Bian Xiao watched Ye Jun's match on time in the afternoon. The boy, wearing a white team uniform, stepped onto the competition platform, looking completely different from the other team—he was devastatingly handsome.

The audience erupted in cheers when Ye Jun was introduced, and even the host couldn't help but tease him.

Bian Xiao doesn't understand things like operations or strategies, but she can understand headcount.

In the team fight just now, Ye Jun's teammates traded two for four, and Ye Jun got a triple kill in one go.

Bian Xiao felt confident and leisurely crossed his legs, munching on snacks and watching the live stream.

Midway through the match, Ye Jun, playing Han Xin, achieved a pentakill, shocking the commentators who exclaimed, "First pentakill in the first game! First pentakill in the first game!"

The comments were scrolling by incredibly fast.

【OMG!!! He's so handsome!】

[Holy crap, the last guy to get a pentakill on his first appearance was Joker, right? Now I'm totally sticking with Botte!]

[Can this be called a pentakill? In my opinion, there's absolutely no skill involved; it's just pure reaping.]

Why are people so unwilling to admit that others are stronger?

[I'm not denying it, 1v5 doesn't mean one person goes in on five full-health enemies, right? It was definitely his teammates who brought them to low health so he could finish them off.]

We look forward to you setting a precedent for KPL.

Why bother with him upstairs? Do you see me even bothering with him?

[lhhhh everyone's been saying bad things about Brother Ye, but he's gotten 1.5 million Facebook followers already]

[Bian Jie's Picks - You Deserve It]

[As expected, rich women never have bad taste.]

Of course! She knew from the start that her little Yezi was amazing! Hehe