Chapter 89- The beauty of the times
Among the generally high-nosed and deep-eyed faces of the interstellar people, the live broadcast screen displayed an Eastern face full of exotic charm.
His eye sockets were not deep, but they excelled in “water” and “spirit.” His eyebrows were like distant mountains, his eyes like autumn water. Because he had just woken up and the drowsiness hadn’t faded, his sleepy, misty black eyes were like mist swirling in a mountain stream, emitting a transparent aura.
Eyebrows were eyebrows, eyes were eyes, nose was nose. His snow-white face and ink-black hair were neither turbid nor opaque, clean to the extent that the world seemed to be left with only black and white colors.
However, the astonishing ethereal beauty made these black and white colors vivid. His overall temperament was not cold, even gentle and harmless, yet his water was like mountain streams, flowing with a beauty that could only be admired from afar but not touched.
The barrage fell into a dead silence, followed by a spectacular barrage:
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“Ah ah ah, I’m dead!!!”
“So beautiful! Is this beauty real?!!!”
“I’m getting goosebumps.”
“The beauty of the times, stunning beauty, divine voice control, face control, all satisfied!”
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“Look at this flawless skin, impeccable features, and glossy black hair.”
“Ah ah ah, mom, he’s looking over here!!! Ah ah ah, don’t come so close to me, I can’t breathe!”
“Oh my god, I exploded on the spot, what kind of otherworldly beauty is this!”
“So unique and mysterious appearance.”
The broadcast was scheduled for six in the evening. Because He Ruge had no experience in broadcasting, he set up the fully automatic broadcast mode to be safe.
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So when he opened his eyes, he saw a flurry of barrage messages, like a tsunami roaring past. New messages were instantly submerged by the updated ones.
… Has the broadcast started?
He Ruge blinked, looking bewildered as if he had just woken up. He wasn’t fully awake yet when he saw a brilliant firework explode in front of him, like the special effects in a 3D movie. The firework, just a short distance away, silently blossomed with light.
Countless special effects from gifts appeared in succession: colorful fireworks, starships soaring into the sky, and a dazzling nebula worth hundreds of millions of star coins.
The “dazzling nebula” gift had only appeared twice since the establishment of the Star Network Broadcasting Platform. One time was when Xi Guican, at the end of the first star battle, drove a mecha and used a legendary mecha combo against an advanced Zerg, turning the silver mecha into a sharp knife in that moment, the vigorous killing intent piercing everyone’s heart, cutting down the enormous Zerg against the light.
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It was this battle that earned Xi Guican the title of “Federation Blade,” and it was this battle that prompted a tycoon to give the dazzling nebula gift. However, now, He Ruge just showed his face and got it.
The effect of the dazzling nebula was so beautiful that it was beyond words. The nebula projected into the void surrounded He Ruge like a dazzling ribbon cut from the starry sea. He Ruge, surrounded by this soft glow, looked somewhat surprised, reaching out as if to touch the densely packed stars like gemstones.
His fingers passed through the dreamlike projection, and the starlight flowed on his snow-white skin…
The barrage went crazy:
“This is the first time I’ve seen the dazzling nebula effect, so beautiful!”
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“Ah ah ah, this person’s eyes contain the vast universe!”
“So handsome, I’m envious!”
“Is the special effect beautiful? Beautiful! This is money burning!!!”
“I’ll never forget this beautiful scene in my life.”
The frenzy of the barrage stopped abruptly as a man with a strong presence suddenly appeared. When he stepped onto the top of the bookshelf, the originally spacious space suddenly became crowded.
Originally, only He Ruge appeared on the screen, but when this man sat beside He Ruge and reached out to hug his waist, He Ruge suddenly looked especially slender.
Like a kind of precious porcelain that would break at a touch.
“Who the hell is this? I won’t allow you to touch Ruge’s waist!!! No way!!!”
“This profile looks familiar…”
“Doesn’t this man look like Admiral Xi? Am I hallucinating?”
“Ah ah ah, it’s Xi Guican!!!”
With a blank expression, the silver-haired man pressed He Ruge’s face into his chest, his large hand resting on the soft black hair. He turned his head to stare at the camera with a distant look, his tightly pursed lips thin and sharp, his ice-blue eyes like weapons drawn from the depths of the sea, piercing straight into the heart.
This handsome and compelling face was associated with slaughter and star wars among the vast interstellar population. Interstellar people were faithful supporters of the aesthetics of violence.
When they saw this face representing the top combat power of the Federation, dopamine surged in their brains due to the excitement, and the barrage shouted wildly:
“Admiral, kill me!!!”
“He’s too damn handsome, I can’t even close my legs!”
“Oh god, living male gods move and glare at me! This gaze will kill me ah ah ah!”
“Xi Guican, so handsome!”
“Wuwuwu, I also want to be hugged by the male god, I also want to hug another male god.”
“Oh my god, male god, why are you here?!”
“What’s happening, male god, are you going to stop being single? It can’t be, right? QQ, I just fell in love, don’t break up in a second, ah ah ah.”
“Male god, are you feeling better? Remember to rest and take care of yourself! We’re all very worried about your health!”
Xi Guican, who only wanted to date He Ruge, was cold and indifferent. He wrapped one arm around He Ruge’s waist and unbuttoned his own shirt with the other hand. His slender figure when dressed and meaty when undressed spoke of Xi Guican’s physique.
As the black military shirt was removed, the pale yet muscular body could make one’s nose bleed. What was even more fatal was that a few strands of sexy and cute snow-white curls were revealed on the waist and abdomen.
The barrage went crazy like a broken record, screaming “ah ah ah” and “I’m dead” all over the screen.
Xi Guican expressionlessly draped the shirt over He Ruge’s legs. He Ruge was wearing a very casual black loose shorts that reached slightly above his knees.
Originally, when Xi Guican saw He Ruge dressed like this and saw the two snow-white legs swaying in front of him, he found it extremely pleasing to the eye. But now he was full of vinegar and fire. He covered his own little goldfish tightly, making sure the thirsty barrage couldn’t see anything.
His chin lifted slightly, and his blue eyes were full of possessiveness, “He’s mine.”
“Guican, I still need to broadcast.”
He Ruge, who was forcibly pressed into his arms by Xi Guican, reminded softly.
This was the first sound He Ruge made in the broadcast so far, soft and gentle, with a hint of indulgent helplessness, as if whispering to a lover who loved to lie in bed. Even the interstellar people, who had always advocated for the steel-blooded, melted into softness upon hearing this gentle voice, like hardened steel turning into soft cotton.
This was not the ethereal and sacred voice that He Ruge spoke with spiritual energy, but the gentle voice belonging to his original tone.
If gentleness could also become a weapon, then He Ruge’s voice would definitely be a gentle knife, pressed against people’s throats, committing crimes in their hearts.
The barrage screamed like a broken record, “Ah ah ah” and “I’m dead.”
Originally, the domineering Xi Guican, who seemed invincible, had a slightly aggrieved expression hidden from the camera, with the corners of his mouth drooping, “… Fine.”
He reluctantly released He Ruge, leaped gracefully from the high bookshelf, landed lightly, then lifted his head to He Ruge and said, “I’ll go cook for you.”
Without waiting for He Ruge’s response, he walked away without looking back.
A hint of vinegar spilled out from his retreating figure.
He Ruge laughed for a moment. Even when not smiling, he was already peerlessly beautiful. His smiling expression at this moment made the world pale in comparison.
The barrage scrolled too fast, with some shocked by Xi Guican’s offer to cook, and others crying out to know the relationship between Xi Guican and He Ruge. The questions were overwhelming, but for the tycoon who gifted the dazzling nebula, his barrage font was several times larger than others, with cool and colorful colors, making his messages extremely conspicuous.
He said, “Ruge, I fell in love with you at first sight.”
At the moment this tycoon declared his love, Xi Guican, who had said he was leaving, hesitated and then returned. He silently poked his head out from the outermost bookshelf and stared at He Ruge intently.
He Ruge didn’t notice the covert observer. He faced the tycoon who ranked first on the fans list and said, “Thank you for your affection, but I’m already with Guican.”
His voice was so gentle that even in refusal, it was too soft to blame.
Even though some fans who were not convinced before continued to hypnotize themselves that this was all fake, after the main character announced it, these fans, who cried for the beautiful appearance, finally cried, and they cried loudly.
The tycoon, as expected, was calm and composed, sending a barrage message: “I can wait for you to break up.”
Xi Guican: “???”
Are you trying to die?
He Ruge courteously smiled, “That might have to wait until the end of time.”
Breaking up was impossible, it would never happen in this lifetime. Not only did he have military uniforms to look at, but he also had a hairless tiger to cuddle. Even if he rubbed the bald brat until there was not a single hair left, he still wouldn’t break up.
The gloomy blue eyes instantly brightened, and Xi Guican went happily to cook for He Ruge.
After hearing He Ruge’s response, the tycoon didn’t speak again, perhaps leaving the live broadcast room. He Ruge was not used to being exposed to public scrutiny. He pretended that the medical book in his hand was a fairy tale book and began the formal content of the live broadcast.
“The story I’m going to tell you today is written by an author named Hans Christian Andersen.”
Because telling stories with spiritual energy consumed too much energy, He Ruge spoke normally this time. His voice was not as stunning as when he recorded “The Ugly Duckling,” but the barrage completely ignored these details:
“This story is so good!”
“Really well told!”
“It’s like being in a painting. This live broadcast is addictive, I can’t leave now.”
“He’s beautiful and his voice is nice to listen to. Are you a fairy? I’m swooning.”
“This is the only streamer that makes my heart beat because of their appearance.”
A group of interstellar people, who usually shouted and killed all day, sat quietly listening to fairy tales, completely intoxicated. No, they were licking the beauty and licking it to their heart’s content. The atmosphere in the live room was extremely harmonious.
Even the most stubborn argumentative viewers, after seeing this face, had blank minds and stared at the screen foolishly. They couldn’t even argue, let alone type “Ah ah ah.” Because many people had blocked the barrage, holding their breath and licking the beauty.
So handsome, oh my god, he’s really too handsome, whether he lowers his head or raises it, every movement makes me want to kiss him, ah ah ah!
From “Thumbelina” to “The Little Match Girl,” He Ruge recounted several stories, including “The Little Mermaid.”
The barrage, originally focused on licking the beauty, quieted down when He Ruge started telling “The Little Match Girl.” When He Ruge described the little mermaid turning into foam, the barrage cried out:
“So comforting! I’m comforted and crying.”
“Are you an angel or a devil?”
“Ah ah ah, who will come and chop off the prince?!”
“My poor little mermaid, sob!”
“Sorry, I need to pause the broadcast and go eat.”
The person on the screen said and prepared to climb down from the bookshelf. Another man’s voice came over, “You jump down, I’ll catch you.”
The young man with black hair and black eyes hesitated for a moment, but actually jumped down, although he was somewhat afraid, there was complete trust between his brows and eyes.
The last scene in the live room was the empty top of the bookshelf. With He Ruge, who seemed to emit light, gone, this place instantly darkened.
The low and urgent exclamation of the youth and the slightly hoarse laughter of the man came through. All the viewers in the live room could hear a smiley voice saying, “I’m going to hold you.”
This was the first time the interstellar netizens heard Xi Guican’s laughter. They had never heard Xi Guican laugh so happily before. At that moment, the world didn’t know whether to envy He Ruge or envy Xi Guican.
Chapter 89- The beauty of the times
Among the generally high-nosed and deep-eyed faces of the interstellar people, the live broadcast screen displayed an Eastern face full of exotic charm.
His eye sockets were not deep, but they excelled in “water” and “spirit.” His eyebrows were like distant mountains, his eyes like autumn water. Because he had just woken up and the drowsiness hadn’t faded, his sleepy, misty black eyes were like mist swirling in a mountain stream, emitting a transparent aura.
Eyebrows were eyebrows, eyes were eyes, nose was nose. His snow-white face and ink-black hair were neither turbid nor opaque, clean to the extent that the world seemed to be left with only black and white colors.
However, the astonishing ethereal beauty made these black and white colors vivid. His overall temperament was not cold, even gentle and harmless, yet his water was like mountain streams, flowing with a beauty that could only be admired from afar but not touched.
The barrage fell into a dead silence, followed by a spectacular barrage:
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“Ah ah ah, I’m dead!!!”
“So beautiful! Is this beauty real?!!!”
“I’m getting goosebumps.”
“The beauty of the times, stunning beauty, divine voice control, face control, all satisfied!”
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“Look at this flawless skin, impeccable features, and glossy black hair.”
“Ah ah ah, mom, he’s looking over here!!! Ah ah ah, don’t come so close to me, I can’t breathe!”
“Oh my god, I exploded on the spot, what kind of otherworldly beauty is this!”
“So unique and mysterious appearance.”
The broadcast was scheduled for six in the evening. Because He Ruge had no experience in broadcasting, he set up the fully automatic broadcast mode to be safe.
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So when he opened his eyes, he saw a flurry of barrage messages, like a tsunami roaring past. New messages were instantly submerged by the updated ones.
… Has the broadcast started?
He Ruge blinked, looking bewildered as if he had just woken up. He wasn’t fully awake yet when he saw a brilliant firework explode in front of him, like the special effects in a 3D movie. The firework, just a short distance away, silently blossomed with light.
Countless special effects from gifts appeared in succession: colorful fireworks, starships soaring into the sky, and a dazzling nebula worth hundreds of millions of star coins.
The “dazzling nebula” gift had only appeared twice since the establishment of the Star Network Broadcasting Platform. One time was when Xi Guican, at the end of the first star battle, drove a mecha and used a legendary mecha combo against an advanced Zerg, turning the silver mecha into a sharp knife in that moment, the vigorous killing intent piercing everyone’s heart, cutting down the enormous Zerg against the light.
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It was this battle that earned Xi Guican the title of “Federation Blade,” and it was this battle that prompted a tycoon to give the dazzling nebula gift. However, now, He Ruge just showed his face and got it.
The effect of the dazzling nebula was so beautiful that it was beyond words. The nebula projected into the void surrounded He Ruge like a dazzling ribbon cut from the starry sea. He Ruge, surrounded by this soft glow, looked somewhat surprised, reaching out as if to touch the densely packed stars like gemstones.
His fingers passed through the dreamlike projection, and the starlight flowed on his snow-white skin…
The barrage went crazy:
“This is the first time I’ve seen the dazzling nebula effect, so beautiful!”
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“Ah ah ah, this person’s eyes contain the vast universe!”
“So handsome, I’m envious!”
“Is the special effect beautiful? Beautiful! This is money burning!!!”
“I’ll never forget this beautiful scene in my life.”
The frenzy of the barrage stopped abruptly as a man with a strong presence suddenly appeared. When he stepped onto the top of the bookshelf, the originally spacious space suddenly became crowded.
Originally, only He Ruge appeared on the screen, but when this man sat beside He Ruge and reached out to hug his waist, He Ruge suddenly looked especially slender.
Like a kind of precious porcelain that would break at a touch.
“Who the hell is this? I won’t allow you to touch Ruge’s waist!!! No way!!!”
“This profile looks familiar…”
“Doesn’t this man look like Admiral Xi? Am I hallucinating?”
“Ah ah ah, it’s Xi Guican!!!”
With a blank expression, the silver-haired man pressed He Ruge’s face into his chest, his large hand resting on the soft black hair. He turned his head to stare at the camera with a distant look, his tightly pursed lips thin and sharp, his ice-blue eyes like weapons drawn from the depths of the sea, piercing straight into the heart.
This handsome and compelling face was associated with slaughter and star wars among the vast interstellar population. Interstellar people were faithful supporters of the aesthetics of violence.
When they saw this face representing the top combat power of the Federation, dopamine surged in their brains due to the excitement, and the barrage shouted wildly:
“Admiral, kill me!!!”
“He’s too damn handsome, I can’t even close my legs!”
“Oh god, living male gods move and glare at me! This gaze will kill me ah ah ah!”
“Xi Guican, so handsome!”
“Wuwuwu, I also want to be hugged by the male god, I also want to hug another male god.”
“Oh my god, male god, why are you here?!”
“What’s happening, male god, are you going to stop being single? It can’t be, right? QQ, I just fell in love, don’t break up in a second, ah ah ah.”
“Male god, are you feeling better? Remember to rest and take care of yourself! We’re all very worried about your health!”
Xi Guican, who only wanted to date He Ruge, was cold and indifferent. He wrapped one arm around He Ruge’s waist and unbuttoned his own shirt with the other hand. His slender figure when dressed and meaty when undressed spoke of Xi Guican’s physique.
As the black military shirt was removed, the pale yet muscular body could make one’s nose bleed. What was even more fatal was that a few strands of sexy and cute snow-white curls were revealed on the waist and abdomen.
The barrage went crazy like a broken record, screaming “ah ah ah” and “I’m dead” all over the screen.
Xi Guican expressionlessly draped the shirt over He Ruge’s legs. He Ruge was wearing a very casual black loose shorts that reached slightly above his knees.
Originally, when Xi Guican saw He Ruge dressed like this and saw the two snow-white legs swaying in front of him, he found it extremely pleasing to the eye. But now he was full of vinegar and fire. He covered his own little goldfish tightly, making sure the thirsty barrage couldn’t see anything.
His chin lifted slightly, and his blue eyes were full of possessiveness, “He’s mine.”
“Guican, I still need to broadcast.”
He Ruge, who was forcibly pressed into his arms by Xi Guican, reminded softly.
This was the first sound He Ruge made in the broadcast so far, soft and gentle, with a hint of indulgent helplessness, as if whispering to a lover who loved to lie in bed. Even the interstellar people, who had always advocated for the steel-blooded, melted into softness upon hearing this gentle voice, like hardened steel turning into soft cotton.
This was not the ethereal and sacred voice that He Ruge spoke with spiritual energy, but the gentle voice belonging to his original tone.
If gentleness could also become a weapon, then He Ruge’s voice would definitely be a gentle knife, pressed against people’s throats, committing crimes in their hearts.
The barrage screamed like a broken record, “Ah ah ah” and “I’m dead.”
Originally, the domineering Xi Guican, who seemed invincible, had a slightly aggrieved expression hidden from the camera, with the corners of his mouth drooping, “… Fine.”
He reluctantly released He Ruge, leaped gracefully from the high bookshelf, landed lightly, then lifted his head to He Ruge and said, “I’ll go cook for you.”
Without waiting for He Ruge’s response, he walked away without looking back.
A hint of vinegar spilled out from his retreating figure.
He Ruge laughed for a moment. Even when not smiling, he was already peerlessly beautiful. His smiling expression at this moment made the world pale in comparison.
The barrage scrolled too fast, with some shocked by Xi Guican’s offer to cook, and others crying out to know the relationship between Xi Guican and He Ruge. The questions were overwhelming, but for the tycoon who gifted the dazzling nebula, his barrage font was several times larger than others, with cool and colorful colors, making his messages extremely conspicuous.
He said, “Ruge, I fell in love with you at first sight.”
At the moment this tycoon declared his love, Xi Guican, who had said he was leaving, hesitated and then returned. He silently poked his head out from the outermost bookshelf and stared at He Ruge intently.
He Ruge didn’t notice the covert observer. He faced the tycoon who ranked first on the fans list and said, “Thank you for your affection, but I’m already with Guican.”
His voice was so gentle that even in refusal, it was too soft to blame.
Even though some fans who were not convinced before continued to hypnotize themselves that this was all fake, after the main character announced it, these fans, who cried for the beautiful appearance, finally cried, and they cried loudly.
The tycoon, as expected, was calm and composed, sending a barrage message: “I can wait for you to break up.”
Xi Guican: “???”
Are you trying to die?
He Ruge courteously smiled, “That might have to wait until the end of time.”
Breaking up was impossible, it would never happen in this lifetime. Not only did he have military uniforms to look at, but he also had a hairless tiger to cuddle. Even if he rubbed the bald brat until there was not a single hair left, he still wouldn’t break up.
The gloomy blue eyes instantly brightened, and Xi Guican went happily to cook for He Ruge.
After hearing He Ruge’s response, the tycoon didn’t speak again, perhaps leaving the live broadcast room. He Ruge was not used to being exposed to public scrutiny. He pretended that the medical book in his hand was a fairy tale book and began the formal content of the live broadcast.
“The story I’m going to tell you today is written by an author named Hans Christian Andersen.”
Because telling stories with spiritual energy consumed too much energy, He Ruge spoke normally this time. His voice was not as stunning as when he recorded “The Ugly Duckling,” but the barrage completely ignored these details:
“This story is so good!”
“Really well told!”
“It’s like being in a painting. This live broadcast is addictive, I can’t leave now.”
“He’s beautiful and his voice is nice to listen to. Are you a fairy? I’m swooning.”
“This is the only streamer that makes my heart beat because of their appearance.”
A group of interstellar people, who usually shouted and killed all day, sat quietly listening to fairy tales, completely intoxicated. No, they were licking the beauty and licking it to their heart’s content. The atmosphere in the live room was extremely harmonious.
Even the most stubborn argumentative viewers, after seeing this face, had blank minds and stared at the screen foolishly. They couldn’t even argue, let alone type “Ah ah ah.” Because many people had blocked the barrage, holding their breath and licking the beauty.
So handsome, oh my god, he’s really too handsome, whether he lowers his head or raises it, every movement makes me want to kiss him, ah ah ah!
From “Thumbelina” to “The Little Match Girl,” He Ruge recounted several stories, including “The Little Mermaid.”
The barrage, originally focused on licking the beauty, quieted down when He Ruge started telling “The Little Match Girl.” When He Ruge described the little mermaid turning into foam, the barrage cried out:
“So comforting! I’m comforted and crying.”
“Are you an angel or a devil?”
“Ah ah ah, who will come and chop off the prince?!”
“My poor little mermaid, sob!”
“Sorry, I need to pause the broadcast and go eat.”
The person on the screen said and prepared to climb down from the bookshelf. Another man’s voice came over, “You jump down, I’ll catch you.”
The young man with black hair and black eyes hesitated for a moment, but actually jumped down, although he was somewhat afraid, there was complete trust between his brows and eyes.
The last scene in the live room was the empty top of the bookshelf. With He Ruge, who seemed to emit light, gone, this place instantly darkened.
The low and urgent exclamation of the youth and the slightly hoarse laughter of the man came through. All the viewers in the live room could hear a smiley voice saying, “I’m going to hold you.”
This was the first time the interstellar netizens heard Xi Guican’s laughter. They had never heard Xi Guican laugh so happily before. At that moment, the world didn’t know whether to envy He Ruge or envy Xi Guican.
