29: This is really quite interesting!

The bathroom door closed, and the sound of rushing water came from inside.

Yu Heng was about to order takeout, but got up and ambled over to the bathroom door.

The sound of the water became clearer, mixed with Bai Xinran's off-key humming.

He raised his hand and knocked on the frosted glass door.

"What is it?!" Bai Xinran's guarded voice came through the door panel.

But with the water running and the door closed, the sound outside was indeed a bit muffled.

"I'm asking you, what do you want for a late-night snack?" Yu Heng leaned against the doorframe and spoke lazily. "What do you usually order?"

"Anything!"

Yu Heng still didn't hear clearly. The soundproofing on this door was quite good!

"What did you say? Speak up! I can't hear you!" Yu Heng raised his voice.

"I said AN Y THING !" Bai Xinran's voice rose, edged with impatience.

"Anything my foot. Hurry up and list the dishes!" Yu Heng urged her.

It went silent inside again.

A few seconds later, the bathroom door was cautiously cracked open, and warm, humid steam mixed with the fresh scent of shampoo drifted out.

"You mustn't move! Just stand there! No peeking!" Bai Xinran's warning voice came through the crack, sounding a bit muffled.

Yu Heng scoffed, "Even if I wanted to look, there's nothing to see. Hurry up and tell me what you want to eat?"

Bai Xinran rattled off the list of dishes quickly: "Grilled pork belly, grilled chicken wings, grilled eggplant... plus a serving of fried instant noodles, with egg and ham sausage! Oh, right, and a bottle of iced coke!"

As soon as Bai Xinran finished speaking, she slammed the door shut, and the rushing sound of water resumed inside.

Yu Heng rubbed his chin. I didn't peek, but you opened the door too wide the first time, so I saw it fair and square!

Tsk tsk tsk, quite the sight indeed!

He returned to the sofa, scrolling through the takeout app on the screen. "Eating something so greasy late at night, doesn't she worry about gaining weight?"

Despite saying that, he still ordered barbecue, plus a serving of fried instant noodles.

Bai Xinran had mentioned wanting to eat this last time.

After ordering the takeout, he opened his computer and created a new document.

"Virtual Streamer Club Proposal..." He typed the title.

How should this thing be written?

He racked his brain, typing and deleting, revising and editing on the keyboard.

"Club objective... cultivate new media talent... establish a practical platform..." He muttered to himself while writing. "Why do these words sound so empty?"

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Bai Xinran came out of the bathroom, drying her hair, and leaned over to glance at the screen. "Oh, you're actually doing it?"

Bai Xinran sat down next to him, and a fresh scent of shampoo wafted over.

Yu Heng glanced at her. Her wet short hair clung to her forehead, and the neckline of her loose pajamas was slightly open.

Droplets of water ran down her hair tips onto her collarbone, disappearing into the neckline of her pajamas.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he looked away.

Damn, this sight is a bit much.

"What you wrote is too bureaucratic, isn't it?" She pointed at the screen. "Promote interdisciplinary integration?"

"Then how should I write it?" Yu Heng leaned back and rubbed his temples. "I can't exactly write, 'Teach everyone how to make money by doing vulgar stuff,' can I?"

"Can't you find a middle ground?" Bai Xinran sat down next to him, continuing to dry her hair. "Just say it helps interested students learn virtual avatar design and streaming techniques, apply what they learn in class, and earn some pocket money."

Yu Heng raised an eyebrow. "That straightforward?"

"What else?" Bai Xinran shrugged. "What do students care about most? Learning things and making money. Who's interested in those empty phrases you're spouting?"

Yu Heng thought about it and felt she had a point, but... "Fine, I'll listen to you, but we still need to keep some official language; the leaders love to see that." He smiled and asked, "What about the activity content?"

"That's easy, right?" Bai Xinran counted on her fingers. "Regular training, inviting experienced people to share, organizing everyone to work on projects together... Oh, right, we could hold a Virtual Avatar Design Competition, offer small prizes, and lots of people would definitely participate."

Yu Heng took notes as he listened, suddenly realizing that this girl was quite sharp.

"That's good," he turned his head to look at her. "I didn't expect you to know about this?"

"Of course," Bai Xinran lifted her chin proudly. "I'm aiming to be the Top Streamer of Bilibili. How can I manage without a plan?"

A thought suddenly popped into Yu Heng's mind.

If I make her the Vice President of the club, wouldn't that save me a lot of trouble?

The doorbell rang. The takeout had arrived.

Yu Heng got up to retrieve it. Bai Xinran, already impatient, followed him. "I'm starving!"

The two sat on the living room carpet and opened the takeout boxes.

"Boss, you're the best!" Bai Xinran grabbed a skewer of grilled wings and took a bite.

"Cut it out," Yu Heng opened the box of fried instant noodles. "Who was it earlier who said they were going to sue me for workplace sexual harassment?"

"That was then, this is now!" Bai Xinran's mouth was full. "This is called being soft-spoken when eating someone's food, and having short hands when taking someone's gift."

Yu Heng was amused and handed her a tissue. "Wipe your mouth, you have food all over it."

Bai Xinran took the tissue and suddenly remembered something. "Say, if the club actually gets started, will the school require our content to be wholesome and positive?"

"Definitely," Yu Heng smiled. "But being wholesome and positive doesn't conflict with having viewers. For example, even though you occasionally 'drive a car' during your stream, you mainly play games and chat, which isn't against the rules, right?"

"When did I 'drive a car'? I'm just interacting normally!" Bai Xinran insisted.

"You call that not 'driving a car'?" Yu Heng raised an eyebrow. "Your stream room is practically Mount Akina."

"That's called showmanship!" Bai Xinran said confidently. "Besides, I'm not showing my face. What's wrong with the skin having a slightly larger scale of speech?"

Yu Heng shook his head and continued eating his noodles.

"Oh, right!" Bai Xinran suddenly said. "Next week, I plan to try ASMR. It should generate a lot of revenue, and it will definitely attract a batch of new fans."

"ASMR?" Yu Heng raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you won't get the stream room banned?"

"What are you thinking?!" Bai Xinran glared at him. "It's the proper kind rain sounds, page-turning sounds!"

"I hope so." Yu Heng expressed his doubt.

Bai Xinran indignantly snatched the mouse and clicked open a video. "Look, it's like this!"

The video showed a virtual Streamer simulating various ambient sounds; it was indeed very proper.

However, Yu Heng felt that given the group of Perverts in the stream room, the style of this ASMR would go sideways sooner or later.

After finishing the late-night snack, Bai Xinran cleaned up the trash and yawned. "I'm heading back to the dorm to sleep. I have an 8 AM class tomorrow, which is deadly."

"Mhm," Yu Heng nodded. "Remember to record the submission video tomorrow."

"I knoww " Bai Xinran drew out the word, then went back inside to change into her own clothes.

Yu Heng sat alone in the living room, opened his laptop, and started searching for club proposal templates.

Looking at all the rules and requirements, he felt a headache coming on.

Writing this kind of stuff was what he hated most in his previous life.

But for the sake of long-term development, he endured it.

"I'm leaving now!" Bai Xinran came out with her bag.

"Wait a moment!" Yu Heng closed his laptop and put it in his bag. "I'll walk out with you!"

The two walked out of the Villa one after the other. The night wind brought a chill, and Bai Xinran shrank her neck.

"Cold?" Yu Heng glanced at her.

"I'm fine," Bai Xinran rubbed her arms. "I just got out of the shower, so stepping outside made me feel a bit chilly."

Yu Heng took off his jacket and handed it over. "Put this on."

Bai Xinran paused for a moment, took the jacket, and put it on. "Thanks, Boss."