GTRSH Chapter 79

Besides those who were happily shipping the couple, some observant fans noticed another aspect: Why did Yu Xinche spend the Lunar New Year at He Ci’s house? Where were his own family?

Once everyone calmed down, they realized that Yu Xinche had never mentioned his family situation, so they reasonably speculated that baby had nowhere to go during the Chinese New Year, so He Ci took him home.

【Waaaa, Baby is suffering so much】

【Oh my god, how could such a wonderful baby come from such a terrible family background?】

【Me too, I always thought his family was a scholarly family…】

【This further proves that Baby is a good Baby and hasn’t gone astray!】

【It’s okay, everyone in TZ is your family now, Baby.】

Xu Le saw the post and immediately called.

“Yes, he’s at my house. How did you know?”

He Ci was quite surprised when he received the call. He put it on speaker and listened to Xu Le explain the situation along with Yu Xinche.

The two siblings and three other younger relatives, finding the house stuffy, sat on the rooftop, warming themselves by a fire while waiting for the midnight fireworks.

He Xiao was engrossed in chatting on his phone, while the other two siblings were playing mobile games.

Yu Xinche and He Ci were roasting oranges over a fire when they received a phone call and moved to a quieter place.

Hearing Xu Le’s words, Yu Xinche buried his head in his knees, utterly dejected: “How could this give me away…”

“It’s not a big problem, it’s okay if they find out,” He Ci said, both to comfort Yu Xinche and to tell Xu Le on the other end of the phone not to worry.

Xu Le: “Okay, as long as you know the situation, you can handle it however you want.”

Yu Xinche raised his head, thought for a moment, and mustered up his courage to explain to him, “Happy New Year, Brother Xu~ I lied before that I would go home because I didn’t want you to worry. I’m sorry. I’m doing fine at He Ci’s house now.”

“Yeah, it’s okay, you should get some rest.” Xu Le was too busy blaming himself to care about his lie.

After understanding the situation, the two sides chatted for a few more minutes before hanging up the phone.

Yu Xinche explained to his teammates in the TZ player group chat that he didn’t want to be pitied, so he didn’t go into too much detail.

Then he discussed with He Ci how to handle the situation. He Ci, looking down at his phone, said, “I’m not in a rush. We can wait and see. What do you think?”

“I’m not in a rush too,” Yu Xinche said.

As midnight approached, he received blessings from his friends from time to time. He knew there would be even more messages at midnight, and he also had a few blessings he wanted to send out.

In contrast, he could deal with the online opinions a little later, and he doesn’t really want to clarify things, so it’s good to delay it for a while.

He Ci kept replying to messages, and after a while he suddenly said, “I’ll add you to a group.”

Yu Xinche took a look and entered a place called “[Do not raise others (20)]”.

Yu Xinche: “.”

He paused for a second, then asked He Ci, “Weren’t there 17 people before?”

He Ci raised an eyebrow: “Yes. Such a quick observation.”

Yu Xinche smiled and said, “There are four of us in our dorm, and we’re called Crazy Week (4).”

Before he could finish speaking, question marks started appearing in the group chat.

– [A mere nobody in the top 100,000 of the Chinese server]: ???

– [80-year-old mid-laner gets solo kills every game]: I’m impressed. Why is He Ci here too? And who is this guy?

-[I just want to eat red]: Is that even a question? Welcome our God Che!

– [I just want to eat red envelopes]: Young Master He and Young Master CONTROL, hurry up and send out red envelopes!

The person in this group with the title “Want to Eat Red” is OB, and Yu Xinche had his contact added as a friend.

He glanced up at the chat history again and guessed that this was a group of professional players.

Ah jiu and several other players he had added before were in it, and each of them had a strange title.

“The group is full of veteran players, and we haven’t invited any newcomers before. They were chatting about ages while exchanging red envelopes, and DEATH took the opportunity to bring in the two newcomers from their team,” He Ci explained.

“Oh, okay.” Yu Xinche understood the general idea after looking at the chat history.

Two younger members in the group were joking about their age, and as they chatted, DEATH pulled in Tang Xi, the youngest member of their team, and Ke Yiqi, telling them to just accept the red envelopes but not send any out.

So He Ci dragged him into it too.

“Should I say hello?” Yu Xinche asked him.

“It’s up to you.” He Ci sent two red envelopes. Red envelopes had a maximum amount of 500. He sent one to everyone and another to Yu Xinche.

A group of people below were receiving red envelopes while criticizing his double standards.

He Ci hadn’t sent a message before, but now that he had, Yu Xinche realized that He Ci’s title was quite interesting: “[21-year-old Crown Prince is throwing himself at a newcomer]”.

Yu Xinche couldn’t help but laugh: “You didn’t get that title because of me, did you?”

“Of course it is because of you.” He Ci smiled as well, emphasizing the word “of course” as if complaining that Yu Xinche was asking a question he already knew the answer to.

Yu Xinche glanced at him, feeling guilty: “…There’s no need to give more money away now, right? I think I’ve done a good job as your support.”

“It’s okay, they’re just deliberately trying to smear us,” He Ci said. “They mentioned you in the group before, so I brought you in this time. You’ve met most of them before, but you probably didn’t add them as friends and didn’t recognize them.”

“Mmm.” Yu Xinche accepted He Ci’s red envelope, posted a sticker of a Samoyed peeking out in the group, and added, “Actually, I have added some of them too.”

“Hmm?” He Ci looked quite surprised.

“I’ve added a lot of game friends in ranked matches recently, and I’ve gradually added them to Wechat as well,” Yu Xinche explained.

Before He Ci could react, there was a commotion in the group chat.

Several people commented on Yu Xinche’s message, saying, “My baby has arrived.”

Yu Xinche’s group title has also been added; it’s now “18-year-old genius baby.” He didn’t know who added it, but they also added a very cute sun symbol after the text. No one else’s title was like that.

“So popular.” He Ci stared at him deliberately, mocking him, “No wonder people say my support is going to be stolen away.”

“No, it won’t happen.” Yu Xinche patted him. “I told you, you have to have confidence in your looks.”

He Ci clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction and retorted, “Is this my only advantage?”

Yu Xinche was silent for a moment, then deliberately teased He Ci, his expression very sincere: “Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?”

The implication was that the truth was that his face was the only advantage he had.

He Ci laughed in exasperation: “I’ve noticed you’re getting bolder and bolder.”

Yu Xinche replied matter-of-factly, “That means you created a good environment for my growth.”

Yu Xinche had developed his own routine; he just teased He Ci, and now he’s going to flatter him. Although He Ci knew his tricks now, it still worked every time, and his fans would say, “He’s skills in controlling He Ci is just right.”

“In that case,” He Ci placed his phone between the two of them, letting Yu Xinche look at his screen.

“Then let me respond and assert my sovereignty.”

He opened Yu Xinche’s post sending New Year’s greetings to fans, found the top comment asking if the two of them were spending the New Year together, and typed: “Yes, because I’m afraid God Che will be snatched away by another team.”

After typing it out, he pretended to ask Yu Xinche if he agreed to send it.

Yu Xinche glanced at him, then reached out and pressed the send button.

“I’m finding that you’re getting more and more childish,” he said, mimicking He Ci’s tone.

He Ci also said, “It means you have a good temper and can tolerate me.”

Yu Xinche smiled, his eyes crinkling.

He actually resents the possessiveness of those around him because his parents were too controlling when he was a child and always tried to interfere with him.

However, he knew that He Ci’s “declaration of sovereignty” was just a joke, and he didn’t really disliked him making friends with others.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have added him to the group.

The professional players in the group are all wealthy, and no one would invite a teammate in just to get a free red envelope.

He Ci invited him in because he wanted to give him a chance to meet more people in the industry, and Yu Xinche understood his intention.

Moreover, although He Ci might seem domineering, he had never actually taken advantage of his age to make decisions for himself.

Therefore, since He Ci wanted to play around, Yu Xinche naturally wouldn’t refuse.

As they were speaking, a beam of light, like a shooting star, suddenly rose in the distance, exploded in the night sky with a “bang,” and turned into a huge firework.

“It’s midnight!” Someone pushed and shoved them from behind.

Yu Xinche stayed for a few days and learned that there were two other small hills nearby, maintained by property management staff.

There were other residents as well, but everyone lived far apart and didn’t disturb each other.

Fires were easily started on the mountain, so every year the maintenance manager arranged for people to set off fireworks on the lake not far from the foot of the mountain.

They were in a spot with excellent visibility, where sparks flew and illuminated half the sky.

He Xiao and his cousin He Yingyu walked over, first exchanging New Year’s greetings with Yu Xinche, and then the two of them simultaneously turned on their phones and showed He Ci their payment QR codes.

He Xiao said emotionlessly, “Happy New Year, brother.”

He Yingyu said cheerfully, “Happy New Year, brother!”

He Ci: “”.

Yu Xinche: “?”

Is this a New Year’s greeting disguised as robbery?

He Ci scanned the payment code one by one without expression, then chuckled and mocked, “That’s it.”

He Yingyu nudged He Xiao: “I told you it’ll be little.”

He Xiao glanced at his brother and Yu Xinche, then dragged his cousin away to find another brother to rob.

Yu Xinche was curious about how much New Year’s money the young master’s family gave, but he also felt that the topic was a bit sensitive.

However, upon further reflection, he realized he was quite familiar with He Ci. So, after the two left, he asked He Ci, “So, how much is ‘that’?”

He Ci glanced at him, then said mysteriously, “Guess.”

“I don’t know. Poverty limits the imagination.”

He Ci smiled, opened his bank transfer interface in front of him, and transferred 9999 to him.

“Hey—” Yu Xinche didn’t expect him to transfer money to him so suddenly. He immediately reached out to stop He Ci, but He Ci was faster and had already turned his phone around.

The two’s actions resembled an adult pretending to push and pull when giving a child a red envelope. Yu Xinche couldn’t help but laugh and said, “That’s really not what I meant.”

“Yes, that’s what I meant.” He Ci put away his phone, looked at him calmly, and said with a smile, “The money has been given, it’s time to wish me a Happy New Year.”

“Is this forced buying and selling?” Yu Xinche asked.

He Ci nodded: “Yes.”

Yu Xinche tilted his head and looked at He Ci.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds, or rather, they were locked in a stalemate, before Yu Xinche gave in.

He lowered his head and composed himself for a moment, intending to offer a proper blessing, but when he faced He Ci, he couldn’t help but laugh.

He Ci smiled and urged him, “Hurry up.”

Upon hearing this, Yu Xinche abandoned the blessing he had prepared in his mind, feigned a helpless expression, moved closer to him, and said, word by word:

“Happy New Year, ge ge — are you satisfied now?”

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