Volume One, Chapter 19: Do You Also Like Qing Miao?

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[Qiao Qiao: Are you there?]
[Qiao Qiao: Where are you?!]
[Qiao Qiao: I know you’re online, hurry up and reply! You should have finished streaming by now.]

After finishing her meal, Yu Yansui planned to watch some videos, but her best friend Zong Qiao Qiao’s barrage of messages completely disrupted her leisure time.

[Yansui: I’m here, I’m here.]
[Qiao Qiao: I thought you’d livestreamed yourself off the screen, no replies at all.]
[Qiao Qiao: If you don’t reply soon, I’m coming over to your place.]
[Qiao Qiao: (fist pump.jpg)]
[Yansui: My bad o(T-T)ゞ]
[Yansui: I’ve met so many interesting people in the livestream recently, so…]
[Qiao Qiao: You really shouldn’t have started streaming. Once you get carried away, you don’t care about anything else!]
[Qiao Qiao: Your Majesty, you know what? Right now I’m like a concubine banished to the cold palace by you.]
[Yansui: (awkwardly rubbing hands.jpg)]
[Qiao Qiao: Have you packed your things yet?]

Her things? Yu Yansui was puzzled, lost in thought.

Before she could figure it out, another message from Zong Qiao Qiao arrived, tinged with complaint.

[Qiao Qiao: Told you, you’re unreliable.]
[Qiao Qiao: Ugh, I’ll just bring the costumes and stuff to find you myself.]

Then she remembered: today was the offline event celebrating the one-year anniversary of the global launch of the hottest fantasy MMORPG, “Chronicles of Gods and Demons.” Two weeks ago, she and Qiao Qiao had promised to attend together.

Heavens! She had almost forgotten and nearly missed it.

[Yansui: Got it! I’ll prepare some snacks.]

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“Chronicles of Gods and Demons” truly lived up to its fame as the most popular fantasy game. As soon as Yu Yansui and Zong Qiao Qiao arrived at the event, they saw many players in cosplay costumes. Some were checking in, others taking photos—it was lively and bustling.

Yu Yansui cosplayed her own faction, Qingyin, dressed in flowing ancient robes of icy blue, radiating ethereal grace. Zong Qiao Qiao cosplayed her faction, Baihua, wearing a peach-pink ancient costume, lively and adorable.

“Wow! Qingyin and Baihua, they’re so accurate!”
“Look, the girl cosplaying Qingyin is stunningly beautiful, absolutely breathtaking!”
“I want to get a photo with her so badly!”

Soon, a crowd of onlookers gathered. After countless rounds of selfies, the two were exhausted, almost about to collapse from fatigue.

This event was grand. Yu Yansui had usually stayed in her manor, so this was her first time attending such an occasion. Excited, she explored every exhibition hall and had a wonderful time.

Midway through the hot season in Country A, the scorching heat made her thirsty. Yu Yansui took a bottle of peach-flavored milk from her backpack and handed one to Zong Qiao Qiao.

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She bit the straw and glanced at her phone. “Which exhibit should we visit next?”

Zong Qiao Qiao finished her milk and handed the bottle back. “Hmm, I think the design sketches exhibit is about to open. Let’s go there.”

Yu Yansui nodded, and the two followed the map to the exhibition hall. Zong Qiao Qiao showed her VIP pass to the staff.

This hall displayed the major factions and the unique tokens of various races, illuminated by spotlights, creating a spectacular scene. Yu Yansui was very interested and admired the displays carefully.

In front of the showcase featuring the Goddess Qingmiao’s costume and magical artifacts, Yu Yansui paused, unable to help but praise.

“No wonder she’s the top female character in the Divine Realm. She’s stunning beyond words! The designer’s work is divine, absolutely flawless.”

Yu Yansui leaned closer to the glass to observe more closely when a cool, magnetic voice came from behind.

“Do you think Qingmiao’s design is good?”

Yu Yansui was startled. Was someone talking to her?

She turned around confused. “Are you speaking to me?”

“Mm.”

The man responded with a simple “mm” but didn’t say more, his gaze fixed intently on the peach milk in Yu Yansui’s hand.

???

Did he want to drink it?

Yu Yansui pulled her backpack in front of her, rummaged inside, and took out another bottle of peach milk.

“Here, have one.”

The man withdrew his gaze, appearing distant.

“Thanks, but no need.” Then he asked, “What brand is this?”

“Uh, I made it myself. It’s not available outside. Want to try?”

“No…” The man seemed about to refuse, but Yu Yansui cut him off and shoved the bottle into his hand.

“Try it and tell me what you think.”

Thinking further, Yu Yansui also took out a box of cartoon-shaped cookies and handed it to him. “These are cookies I made too, try some.”

Wen Qiyu accepted the snacks, his large, gentle eyes looking in astonishment at Yu Yansui’s small backpack.

A treasure chest?

“Thank you…”

“You’re welcome. Try it.”

Wen Qiyu opened the cookie box, took a cat-shaped cookie, and bit into it, then twisted open the milk bottle and took a sip.

Sweet. He liked it.

His pupils dilated slightly, clearly showing his fondness.

“How is it?”

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“Delicious.”

“You asked about Qingmiao earlier. Do you like Qingmiao too?”

“Mm.”

“The character setting and the costume design are amazing! I love it so much, especially the costume—it’s divine. The designer is basically my god!”

Hearing Yu Yansui call the designer her god, Wen Qiyu paused mid-bite but quickly swallowed the cookie.

“Are you satisfied with the design?”

“Absolutely! Why can’t ‘Chronicles of Gods and Demons’ just keep this designer forever? They changed the designer later, and the new costumes are all ugly. You don’t know, the new outfits from recent events are all hideous.”

“Mm. That’s true.”

Seeing his agreement, Yu Yansui’s words flowed freely. She chatted endlessly, unaware that her best friend Zong Qiao Qiao had disappeared.

The man seemed taciturn, focusing on eating the cookies, occasionally replying with a “mm” to show he was listening.

Soon, the box of cookies was finished. The man took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, then unexpectedly handed Yu Yansui a business card.

“Thanks for the snacks. This is my card. If you need anything, you can contact me.”

“Huh?”

“A return gift.”

Yu Yansui took the card, feeling awkward.

Such a strange person.

After Wen Qiyu walked away, she suddenly remembered that Zong Qiao Qiao was missing.

She didn’t dare wander off, fearing her friend would lose her, so she sat down and examined the card.

“Yi Chen Studio Wen Qiyu 1528*******”

Then she looked back at Qingmiao’s exhibit. The name on the display plaque was Wen Qiyu’s.

Oh my, she had just met the designer in person! All the things she blurted out earlier were so embarrassing.

Yu Yansui, you really need to work on your tendency to talk too much.

Just then, Zong Qiao Qiao came running over, panting, and pinched Yu Yansui’s cheek.

“You’re impossible! I thought I lost you. Don’t run off, little goddess! If I lost you, my brother would kill me!”

Yu Yansui lowered her head sheepishly. “Sorry, Qiao Qiao.”

Seeing her best friend’s adorable expression, Zong Qiao Qiao’s anger vanished. “Forget it, forget it. I’m magnanimous enough not to hold it against you.”

Yu Yansui obediently hugged Qiao Qiao’s arm and rested her head on her shoulder, acting sweetly. “Kiss kiss~ Qiao Qiao, you’re the best.”

Hand in hand, they continued exploring the exhibition, the earlier little incident completely forgotten.