Chapter 016: The Will of D

In truth, Li had no need to register a new streaming account—he had signed up on "Cat Thunder," the streaming platform, long ago. The moment he turned sixteen and received his ID card, he registered, originally intending to broadcast the making of handicrafts at the "Red Star Welfare Institute."

Unfortunately, his first broadcast was stopped immediately. There were too many scenes involving disabled children, and the platform, wary of attracting trouble with child welfare authorities, promptly notified Li that he could not stream such content.

Performing a talent show or something similar was acceptable—even if the "Oli Give" scenes got banned, it would at least count as having done something. But at the time, Li still had to attend school and, truth be told, had no real talents to showcase, so the idea was abandoned.

He did consider streaming some gameplay with his own copyrighted version of "The World Only Has Mothers," as background music. The problem was, his gaming skills were lacking then.

So Li began to practice, starting with "League of Kings," and eventually got so engrossed in the game that he forgot all about streaming. Damn it, games are dangerous—too much fun, too addictive.

Prompted by "Tealicious Good Sister," Li rediscovered his old "Cat Thunder" account. But the username...

"Auntie, please don't do this"—that was the name he registered with back then. He quickly changed it.

He thought of using "Twelve Mothers at Home," but imagined how it would look if someone entered the main hall and saw "Twelve Mothers at Home" live... The image was just too much, so he scrapped that idea.

"Maybe 'Producer for All'?"

"No, no, be rational, stay rational."

"Ah, this is tricky."

"Never mind, I'll just change it for now, and update it later if something better comes to mind."

With a flurry of keystrokes, the new ID was born.

"Nice, very nice."

Li nodded, gazing at "Will of D" on the screen, feeling as though he was destined to discover some great treasure.

Back at the dorm, he looked over his schedule for the coming days—radio, television, newspaper, magazine... His calendar was packed. He was sure to earn back all the travel and refreshment expenses.

Of course, there were more interviews on internet platforms, and some quirky local TV shows—especially those focused on social issues and conflicts, which paid well and promptly.

Especially those wanting him to reenact the window-jumping segment—those cost extra.

All in all, not bad.

Before sleep, he opened "League of Kings" again, only to find "Shake Shake Shake" online yet again.

"Damn, this little sister is something else."

His intuition told him that this "sister" was fishing, and most likely targeting him, the seasoned fish who had crossed over.

There were messages, too.

"Brother, which streaming platform are you using?"

"Brother, let me know once you register, okay?"

"Brother, I'll wait for you till eleven."

Wow, sister, aren't you a bit too persistent?

If it were some other young guy, he'd probably be so moved he'd wire over a week's living expenses right away.

Luckily, Li wasn't just a gym rat—the gym aunties taught him plenty, always guiding him through the various "green tea" tactics.

He felt the aunties were warm, courteous, and their advice was golden...

"I registered on 'Cat Thunder' with the ID 'Will of D,' just something random—I'll change it if I come up with something better."

"Will of D? What does that mean, brother?"

Instant reply!

Damn, my good sister, you're too diligent!

"I like girls with D cups!"

Li dropped a wicked bomb. "Sister," if you're a woman, you'd have to pause at that, right?

"I've got E, brother."

"..."

Li was silent.

He typed quietly, "Got things to do tomorrow, logging off for now, will play again when I'm free."

Time to bail—no doubt, the other side was a "foot-scratching big guy."

He washed up and went to bed, while "Shake Shake Shake" replied, "Bye, brother," and logged off as well.

In a certain apartment in Hidden Dragon District, Su Mengyao found the "Cat Thunder" streaming platform's official site, searched for "Will of D," chuckled, and then registered "Will of E" for herself.

After signing up, she weighed her chest in both hands—very good, very real, definitely sizable.

"Guh-hehe~~"

Clutching her phone, she rolled over in bed, squealing, "My beloved Lord Fengxian~~ hehe, my Lord Fengxian~~"

Just as she was lost in her fantasies, the sound of a door opening came from outside.

Click.

Clang!

Glug glug glug...

The sound of bottles rolling across the floor was all too familiar to Su Mengyao.

She wiped the smile from her face, rose quietly, and stepped out to find a drunken woman muttering, "Men are all no good," "Su Jianping, you'll die a wretched death," "Marrying you was my blind mistake..."

Skillfully, Su Mengyao helped the woman onto the sofa, brought over slippers, and changed them for her. She also placed a trash bin in front of the sofa in advance.

When she turned to make tea, the woman was already clinging to the bin, vomiting fiercely.

Ugh!!!!!!

The sour stench exploded through the room like a bomb, but Su Mengyao seemed unfazed. She poured a cup of water from the dispenser and handed it over for the woman to rinse her mouth, then placed a box of tissues within easy reach.

She gently patted the woman's back, and two seconds later, the sound was like a burst pipe—the woman's mouth spewing endlessly.

Swipe swipe swipe, tissues flying as she wiped and vomited, wiped and vomited.

Su Mengyao continued to soothe her back, saying softly, "I'll run the hot water; you can take a bath soon."

"Mm..."

The woman kept her head bowed, as if caught in wrongdoing, not daring to look up.

When Su Mengyao emerged from the bathroom, the woman was sitting there, somewhat sober yet still dazed. After a while, she swept her hair back with one hand, "Sorry, Mengyao, I've had too much tonight."

"Good to let it out..."

Su Mengyao replied calmly, and then brought a small bottle of omeprazole, shook out a pill, and the woman took it with some purified water.

"I'll wash my face."

The woman fled into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

But soon after entering, Su Mengyao heard dry heaving, followed by another bout of vomiting.

"Don't scratch your throat!"

Through the door, Su Mengyao raised her voice in warning.

Though there was no reply, the sound of the toilet flushing soon followed—a sort of answer.

The woman inside took her time rinsing her mouth and washing her face, and Su Mengyao, as if expecting it, calmly tidied the living room, wiping down the sofa stained with vomit.

When she finished mopping the floor, the bathroom door finally opened. The woman, looking much improved but guilty, said, "Sorry, Mengyao, Mama drank too much again."

"It's all right, Mama."

Su Mengyao placed a bowl of freshly cooked noodles on the dining table, with a perfectly fried egg resting atop.