At 2:40 AM, Lu Zhixian lay on the bed, his eyes staring at the ceiling.

He couldn't sleep.

He tossed and turned, then turned again. He changed the pillow's position, kicked the quilt to the foot of the bed, and adjusted the air conditioner temperature three times.

He still couldn't sleep.

After going out for a walk, he felt even more awake instead.

Accepting his fate, he sat up, leaned against the headboard, and picked up his phone.

There were too many messages, and he didn't want to look. Weibo was too noisy, and he didn't want to scroll.

He opened a short video app and casually swiped down.

The first one was a food tutorial teaching how to make egg fried rice. Swiped away.

The second one was a cat falling off a cabinet. He finished watching it but didn't laugh. Swiped away.

The third one was someone covering "fragrance of rice," and the singing was mediocre. Swiped away.

The fourth one was still a cover of "fragrance of rice."

The fifth one was yet again.

Lu Zhixian locked the screen and stared at the dark phone screen for two seconds.

He unlocked it and switched to a different platform.

He opened Yinyue Live.

On the homepage recommendations, the first one was Lin Shiya.

Her avatar was lit; she was live. The title read "Just playing the piano and chatting." Number of viewers online—470,000.

It was almost 3:00 AM, and 470,000 people weren't sleeping, watching her play the piano.

Lu Zhixian clicked in.

The video loaded.

Lin Shiya was sitting in front of a grand piano, wearing a loose cream-colored hoodie, her hair tied in a casual low ponytail with a few stray strands hanging by her face.

She wasn't wearing makeup, or at least it wasn't obvious on screen.

She was playing a piano piece popular in this world.

She played very relaxedly; it wasn't a performance state, but more like the feeling of just playing for fun at home.

Her fingers rested on the keys, her strength well-controlled, and the sound flowed out like water.

The bullet comments drifted slowly.

"Sister Ya's late-night radio is open again."

"This piece is making me fall asleep (in a good way)."

"Every time Sister Ya plays, I feel like my money was wasted—three years of piano lessons for nothing."

"Are there any sisters who came here because they have insomnia like me?"

Lu Zhixian leaned against the headboard and listened for a while.

She really did play well.

The accompaniment part in the left hand was handled very cleanly, and the pedal was used with restraint, without blurring the sound into a mess.

He casually clicked a free little star gift.

Just that one click.

The comment section went quiet for about two seconds.

Then it exploded.

"??????"

"Am I seeing things?"

"Was that ID that just sent the star—"

"Lu Zhixian???????"

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, I'm not seeing things, am I!!!"

"Official certification, Blue V, it's Lu Zhixian himself!!!"

"He's here, he's here, he's here!!!"

The number of people online in the room started jumping from 470,000.

480,000. 500,000. 530,000.

The moment Lu Zhixian saw the comments, he practically bounced up from the headboard.

He looked down at his account avatar.

Blue certification mark, official account, the avatar was a promotional photo, and the ID clearly read "Lu Zhixian."

"Oh, shit."

He forgot to switch accounts.

He had an alt account. He had specifically made one when registering, with the ID "Unknown Onlooker" and a Shiba Inu avatar, specifically for lurking in live streams.

But he was too tired after the walk tonight, and while scrolling through videos, he didn't even think about switching accounts.

The comments were already going crazy.

"So Lu Zhixian is watching Lin Shiya play the piano at 3:00 AM instead of sleeping???"

"There's a lot to unpack here, sisters."

"CP fans assemble!!! Everyone, stand up!!!"

"Ya-Xian Party is starting!!!"

"Sneaking in late at night to watch Sister play the piano, huh? Caught you."

"Lin Shiya: Playing the piano. Lu Zhixian: Listening. The whole internet: Shipped."

"He even sent a little star. Although it's a free gift, that's not important; what's important is that he's here!!!"

Number of people online—610,000. Still rising.

Someone started moving the news to Weibo.

Lin Shiya finished the theme of that nocturne and lifted her fingers from the keys. She turned her head to look at the comments on the phone screen, her movement pausing for a moment.

The screen was filled with the name "Lu Zhixian."

Her expression didn't change much, except for a slight twitch of her eyebrow—a very small movement.

Then she spoke, her voice very flat: "I see it."

The comments exploded even more.

"Ahhh, she saw it!!!"

"Sister Ya's expression management is incredible; I would have screamed long ago."

"Talk about cold on the outside, warm on the inside (tactical lean back)."

Lu Zhixian stared at the screen, his mind racing.

Log out? No, that would make it even more obvious. Everyone on the internet has taken screenshots; you can run, but you can't hide.

Act like nothing happened? Sure, but everyone was tagging him; playing dumb would be too fake.

He made a decision.

Since the car had already crashed, he might as well make it a total wreck.

Lu Zhixian opened the comment box, typed a line, and sent it.

"Insomnia, just clicked in randomly. You play well."

This comment, with its Blue V certification mark, was particularly eye-catching as it drifted through the chat.

The live room instantly boiled over.

"He spoke!!! He spoke!!!"

"'You play well'—Teacher Lu is starting his critique, isn't he."

"You have insomnia and you watch Lin Shiya instead of counting sheep???"

"'Just clicked in randomly,' who would believe that, hahaha."

"'You play well,' four words—I smell a fake friendship (not really)."

"No, this is clearly a sincere compliment, okay? When has Lu Zhixian ever lied?"

Number of people online—780,000.

Lin Shiya saw that comment.

Facing the camera, her expression still didn't fluctuate much, but the corner of her mouth seemed to move slightly; it was hard to tell if it was a smile.

"Thank you for the critique, Teacher Lu."

Her tone was plain, but fans who knew her well knew that when she called someone "Teacher," she was usually joking.

The chat went wild.

"Sister Ya is being sarcastic, hahahaha."

"The way these two talk is like they're doing Tai Chi."

"Teacher Lu (emphasis)."

"What kind of divine interaction am I shipping? Ahhh."

Lu Zhixian saw the words "Teacher Lu," and the corner of his mouth twitched into a grin.

He typed another line: "You're welcome, Teacher Lin. If the composer of this piano piece were alive and heard you play, even they would have to say it's not bad."

The chat froze for a second, then collectively let out a soul-piercing scream.

"Not bad???"

"So Lu Zhixian means Lin Shiya's playing would be recognized by the composer? Not bad, okay??"

"This way of complimenting someone is so Lu Zhixian."

"Complimenting someone in a roundabout way—the end of being a social butterfly is being a closet romantic."

"I declare this the best late-night interaction of the year, bar none."

Number of people online—920,000.

Approaching a million.

In a live room at 3:00 AM, 920,000 people were watching two people "do Tai Chi" across the screen; the scene was somewhat abstract.

Lin Shiya didn't reply to the chat anymore. She turned around and put her hands back on the keys.

"Since someone has insomnia," she said, "then I'll play another one for hypnosis."

Her fingers fell, and the melody came out.

As soon as Lu Zhixian heard the intro, he knew she had chosen this song on purpose.

Responding to his "insomnia."

This woman.

Lu Zhixian didn't send any more comments.

He turned up the volume on his phone a bit, leaned back against the headboard, and closed his eyes to listen.

The chat was still scrolling frantically, but he was no longer looking.

The piece lasted over three minutes. After Lin Shiya played the last note, her fingers hovered over the keys for two seconds before she let them down.

"Alright," she said to the camera, "it's three o'clock. Everyone, go to sleep."

After saying that, she directly closed the live stream.

Clean and efficient, no lingering.

940,000 people were kicked out of the live room in one go.

Lu Zhixian looked at the "Streamer is offline" message that popped up on the screen, dazed for a moment, then laughed.

The phone vibrated.

A WeChat message from Lin Shiya.

"Did you forget to switch accounts?"

Lu Zhixian stared at the message for three seconds and replied with one word.

"Yeah."

The other side replied instantly.

"The whole internet is taking screenshots."

"I know."

"You'll be on the hot search again tomorrow."

"I'm used to it."

The other side was silent for over ten seconds before sending another message.

"Next time you want to hear me play, tell me privately."

Lu Zhixian stared at this message, the corner of his mouth curling up.

He typed a line, thought about it, and deleted it. Typed another line, and deleted it again.

Finally, he replied with a number.

"6."

After sending the message, he placed the phone face down next to his pillow.

The ceiling was still the same ceiling, and the air conditioner was still at the same temperature.

But for some reason, when he lay down this time, he fell asleep in two minutes.

Before the phone screen went dark, the last message that popped up was from Old Zhao.

"Lu Zhixian, explain to me why you went to Lin Shiya's live room at 3:00 AM!!! Do you know my phone is about to explode again!!! Can't you just let me have a good night's sleep!!!"

Read.

Unreplied.

At 10:00 AM the next morning, while Lu Zhixian was still sleeping, the hot search was already up.

#Lu Zhixian Appears in Lin Shiya's Live Stream Late at Night#

#Not Bad#