Chapter 32: Live Painting Stream

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Yu Qing moved lightly, her small heels, alternating between dark green and black, clicking softly on the floor.

She walked to her desk, turned on the computer, adjusted the Surveillance Camera, then took a Digital Tablet from the upper shelf, and skillfully connected the data cable to the computer.

Back in her sophomore year, Yu Qing had worked as a drawing Hostess for a while.

She never showed her face, only her hands—sometimes sketching, sometimes drawing on the computer.

Because she didn’t like talking and her skills were average, her popularity was mediocre.

However, since she drew seductive pictures, she still gathered a group of Old Pervert Fans.

Later, when junior year became too busy, she put it aside.

Now that she was free, the idea of returning to her old trade naturally surfaced.

Moreover, broadcasting in this current form would probably attract quite a few people.

Looking at the slender, pale hands wearing dark green Gloves, Yu Qing felt a twisted fondness—these hands looked so much better than her own.

Besides, after transforming, she inexplicably became more confident and no longer resisted showing herself.

Once everything was ready, Yu Qing adjusted the Surveillance Camera, strictly limiting its view to above the desk, showing only a table, a pair of hands, and a Digital Tablet.

She opened the long-unused Live Streaming Software and set the title to: [It’s been a while. Streaming and drawing for fun.]

A very ordinary title—hardly attention-grabbing, but Yu Qing didn’t care.

She started the stream.

There were only a few scattered viewers in the Live Broadcast Room, mostly platform-assigned bots. After a while, people gradually joined in.

Judging by their names, they were old fans who had followed her before.

[Back from the dead?]

A message slid across the screen.

Yu Qing glanced at it during a pause in her drawing, her eyebrows arching slightly.

The user’s nickname was [Qinghuai Encounters Ruan].

She remembered him—a cold, taciturn old viewer.

But since he was one of the few who had sent her gifts, Yu Qing had made him a Fan Manager.

Yu Qing didn’t respond, focusing on the Drawing Board before her.

She used to be shy and reluctant to talk, especially in the dorm.

Now, it was simply habit. Silence suited her, and it fit her current role.

Today, she was drawing game fan art as usual.

Though she hadn’t streamed during junior year, she still practiced a few pieces in her spare time.

By now, her style had grown more refined and her speed much faster.

[Nice Gloves.]

A comment floated by.

[The hands too.]

Still the same cool guy.

Yu Qing didn’t reply, and he didn’t say more.

On the screen, delicate hands in dark green Gloves held a fine-tipped Digital Pen, smoothly outlining and coloring on the tablet.

The movements were elegant and precise. It didn’t seem like drawing—rather, as if the hand held not a Digital Pen, but a scalpel performing a precise scientific experiment.

Gradually, more viewers entered the Live Broadcast Room. Old fans, seeing her stream again, came for fun.

Some intended to tease the Hostess into drawing explicit pictures, but upon seeing such beautiful, graceful hands, the thought vanished.

Draw what lewd pictures!

Let me just stare at these hands first—they look so delicious I want to bite them!

[What the hell! Qingyu, you haven’t streamed in a year, but your hands are still so well-kept? Or did someone else take over?]

[Is the streamer a girl? The hands are beautiful! The art style too… Hmm? Damn, it’s so spicy! 😍]

[Gloves play or something, Hostess, why did you put my lunchbox on your hand! 😡]

[Why isn’t the Hostess speaking? Are you a cool-type lady? Love it, love it! 😋]

[I was suspicious if it was really Qingyu, but seeing her draw Little Lei so seductively—it must be Qingyu 🥵]

[User “Linjiang” sent a Little Plane and left a message: Bro, why are you a chick!]

[666, Nan Tong Jiang Ge isn’t even pretending anymore.]

The comments started rolling, most praising her hands and art, mixed with playful or adoring remarks.

Gift notifications began popping up as well.

Yu Qing’s heartbeat quickened slightly, though she remained calm on the surface.

She glanced at Linjiang’s message, lips curving up a little.

“Why? Did I ever say I was male or female before?”

It was the first time Yu Qing spoke.

A girl’s cool yet teasing voice rang through the Live Broadcast Room, causing a burst of comments as if a dam had broken.

Even though there were barely a hundred viewers, the reaction was on the level of thousands.

“What the hell!”

In the library, Li Ming, preparing for graduate exams, suddenly shouted.

He had a habit of studying while keeping a quiet Live Broadcast Room open, so occasional voices made him feel less sleepy.

He’d discovered Yu Qing’s drawing Live Broadcast Room in his sophomore year.

Back then, he was cramming for finals, picked a random streaming room in the drawing section with few people, saw a silent streamer, and started working on his problems.

After listening for a while, he noticed some clues and followed the trail to realize it was his roommate Yu Qing’s Live Broadcast Room.

With a name like Yu Qing, Qingyu, it wasn’t hard to guess.

He didn’t expose it, just occasionally dropped by to admire his roommate’s drawing skills.

After Yu Qing stopped streaming during junior year, Li Ming almost forgot about it—until today, when he saw the stream was live again and clicked in out of habit.

When he saw the hand in dark green silk Gloves, Li Ming froze, thinking he’d entered the wrong room.

Then, noticing details on the desk, he confirmed it was Yu Qing’s and put his doubts aside.

If it had been Zhang Li or the others who found out their roommate cross-dressed, they would’ve rushed back to “criticize” him.

But Li Ming had no such intention.

He chose to respect Yu Qing’s hobby.

“Why? Did I ever say I was male or female before?”

“!!!”

He couldn’t respect this at all!

Knowing he was weak to voices and then making such an alluring sound.

What?

You say Yu Qing didn’t mean it for him?

That’s even worse!

With a skill like that, instead of pleasing his roommate, he’s seducing outsiders?

Unforgivable!

He had to go back and “criticize” properly!

Li Ming sprang into action, grabbing his phone with one hand, watching Yu Qing on screen, and packing his books with the other.

Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he dashed toward the dormitory.

Meanwhile, Yu Qing, oblivious to the impending fan meetup, was basking in the flood of praise.

After that sentence, she returned to silence, but her drawing movements grew more expressive, even taking on a hint of performance.

Each movement of her fingertips, every turn of her wrist, seemed to deliberately showcase the beauty and dexterity of her hands.

She was lost in the thrill of being watched and fervently praised.

She drew quickly. In just half an hour, she’d finished most of the outlines and forms.

Though it was still early, she didn’t plan to keep streaming.

During this time, the cool guy had sent several comments, but Yu Qing hadn’t seen them—or didn’t plan to respond.

His final comment was just a question mark, making Yu Qing bite her lip with a smile.

Teasing the cool guy was one of her rare amusements from before.

Yu Qing set down her pen, gazing at the nearly finished artwork.

She didn’t speak, but faced the Surveillance Camera and, with her hand in its elegant Glove, gave a gentle wave—a gesture of farewell.

The comments overflowed once more.

The old viewers all knew this meant Qingyu was ending the stream.

They sighed as usual, then left.

Newcomers tried to persuade her to stay, but they didn’t know Yu Qing never read the message box before ending the stream, so she ignored all pleas.

Closing the stream, Yu Qing exhaled, letting her tense body relax.

Being praised was pleasurable, but it required her to remain composed—after just half an hour, she was restless.

Clearly, this body’s stamina was poor as well.

She took out her phone, switched to a secondary account, and sent a covered-mouth laughing emoji to the cool guy, then switched back.

Playing around for show on the internet was fine, but personal relationships needed to be managed properly.

The secondary account was created just for streaming and had added many old viewers.

Other than Linjiang, who was a bit chatty, and the cool guy, with whom she exchanged a few emojis, most viewers were just there for commission requests—aside from discussing requirements, there was little interaction.

She took off her clothes, put them away in the closet, changed back into her own clothes, and, as before, placed the Iron Box containing the Black Pearl on the balcony.

Then she retreated slowly to the doorway, preparing to transform back.

Eight meters… Nine…

But suddenly, something changed!

Just as she reached ten meters, the sound of a key turning in the lock came from outside!

Someone was coming back!