25: Think about it - 4

Su Ning scratched her head. As she walked toward her apartment, she took a screenshot of the chat history and sent it to Zhi Xia.

[Sister Zhi Xia, look at this... After he received the money, his attitude suddenly changed. He became incredibly enthusiastic and kept urging me to go home, telling me to stay safe.]

After sending the message, Su Ning stared at her phone screen, waiting for a reply, her pace unconsciously slowing down.

The night wind was a bit chilly, making her shrug her shoulders. She hadn't felt the cold while running just now, but now that she had stopped, the chill seeped in through her collar.

Zhi Xia seemed busy as well. It took quite a while, and Su Ning was almost at the entrance of Block B before her phone finally vibrated.

[Maybe he's a mental case?]

Seven short words, followed by a facepalm emoji.

Su Ning looked at the message, shaking her head with a wry smile. She entered the lobby, swiped her card for the elevator, and pressed the button for the 17th floor.

As the elevator slowly ascended, she stared at her phone screen. After a moment's hesitation, she opened the chat with "Brother Ye" and took a photo of the elevator interior to send to him.

[Brother, I'm home now.]

As soon as the message was successfully sent, "The other party is typing..." immediately appeared at the top of the chat box.

Su Ning was slightly taken aback, a strange feeling rising in her heart.

This guy is replying so fast? Has he been staring at his phone? Could he really be worried about my safety?

The moment the thought appeared, she quickly shook her head.

I'm overthinking it; I must be overthinking it.

Having been in this industry for two or three months, what kind of "Big Brother" hadn't she seen?

Some would say sweet, caring words, but in reality, they just wanted to ask her out.

Some would offer warm greetings during the day, only to send lewd photos to harass her at night.

There were even those who would be on the phone with their wives and children while sending "Babe, let me see your legs" on WeChat... However, she had truly never seen someone whose attitude shifted so drastically and inexplicably like this.

As she was thinking, two messages popped up almost simultaneously:

Brother Ye: [Good, it's good that you're home. We're in no rush. Take your time and tell me—what's the purpose of transferring this money to me?]

Brother Ye: [Oh, how about you go wash up first? Relax a bit before we talk? I'm not in a hurry; you can take your time to think.]

Looking at these two messages, Su Ning's brow furrowed unconsciously.

She stepped out of the elevator and used her key to open the door to Room 1705.

This was a small studio apartment with a monthly rent of 1,200 yuan.

Although the surrounding environment was a bit chaotic, the location was excellent, life was convenient, and the price wasn't too expensive.

The room was simply furnished: a bed, a small sofa, a desk, and the live streaming equipment that had cost her over 3,000 yuan—a sound card, a microphone, monitor headphones, and a laptop that could barely run the streaming software.

Su Ning took off her coat and hung it by the door, then threw herself into the small single-person sofa, staring at her phone screen and carefully mulling over those two sentences.

First, she could rule out the matter of the assessment.

The two of them had just met today and had no prior interaction. As long as the other party had a normal IQ, they could figure out with their toes that the 1,000 yuan transfer was for tomorrow's revenue task.

So now that he was telling her to "think it through before speaking," it was equivalent to directly ruling out one wrong answer... The problem was, there was only one answer to begin with.

With the only answer ruled out, what else could she say?

She couldn't exactly say the money was sent by mistake, or that it was a gift to him, or meant to treat him to a meal... right?

Hmm? A gift to him?

That thought flashed through her mind, causing Su Ning's heart to skip a beat, and her brow furrowed tightly.

Wait, wait, wait?

Was this Brother Ye across from her trying to lead her into personally confirming that this was a voluntary gift?

She quickly opened her browser and typed "WeChat transfer gift revoke" into the search bar.

The results were exactly as she expected: once the recipient confirmed the receipt and there were chat records indicating it was a gift, the money would definitely be unrecoverable.

Is this person playing games with me?!

Does he want to pull a fast one and scam me out of my thousand yuan?

But immediately after, Su Ning felt it was a bit absurd.

If he really were a scammer, using such a lame trick would be too strange. Could he actually trick anyone?

While she was struggling with her thoughts until her scalp felt numb, a message suddenly popped up in the "wen yus girlfriend Host Group" on WeChat. It was Zhi Xia @-ing her:

[Yaoyao, quick! Brother Ye has come to the room and said he wants to give gifts. Get on the mic and receive them!]

Su Ning was stunned. Without time to think, she hurriedly stood up, turned on her computer, and scrambled to log into her streaming account.

Just as she put on her headphones and was about to speak, she saw a bullet chat message pop up on the public screen:

Brother Ye: [Babe Yaoyao, don't speak. Mute your mic and just love me silently in your heart.]

"..."

Seeing this, the corner of Su Ning's mouth twitched.

Before she could react, a rocket special effect suddenly appeared on the screen—a "douyin number one" soared into the sky, slowly ascending in the center of the live stream room.

[User Brother Ye has gifted Yaoyao douyin number one *1]

The score under Yaoyao's avatar instantly soared to 10,000, and a notification simultaneously appeared on the public screen: [Congratulations to user Brother Ye for upgrading to Level 24].

"Holy crap! A douyin number one!"

"Brother Ye is so generous!"

"Yaoyao! Quickly thank your brother! That was too cool!"

Zhi Xia, Minnie, and another host named Xiao Meng all exclaimed at once, their voices filled with envy and amazement.

However, Su Ning, in front of the computer, failed to sit steadily and slipped right off her chair, landing hard on her bottom.

She didn't even care about the pain. Her whole face was crumpled in misery, looking completely despondent.

It's over, it's all over... It's not even midnight yet! The gift he just sent counts toward today's revenue; it won't count toward tomorrow's assessment!

It was all for nothing! My money has gone down the drain!

Wuwuwu...