Chunan was a normal guy.
No matter the time, his preference was always for girls.
To be precise: young girls. More precisely: pretty young girls. Even more precisely: pretty, younger girls who were especially clingy—the kind who threw themselves at him without him having to chase them.
By his standards alone, Xiaohan’s current form and the female teacher figures in his hidden 525GB “study materials” folder proved he had zero issues.
So why no reaction to Xiaohan?
Seriously?
Was he some kind of freak to get turned on by his childhood friend?
Hmph.
He declared it today: even if he died of thirst, forever single, he’d never have a single thought about Xiaohan.
Never!
Since she was his little bro, she should just stay his little bro.
Xiaohan seemed to realize he was genuinely angry. She immediately stood up and stepped aside. “Just kidding! Start your stream already. I won’t mess with you.”
She turned and ran to the bedroom.
Chunan watched her back silently for a moment.
He couldn’t be bothered with her nonsense.
Besides, stream time was near.
Sighing, he prepared for the broadcast.
For VR game streams, a webcam usually ran alongside gameplay—game footage on one side, the streamer acting silly in real life on the other. No matter the game, seeing the streamer flail like an idiot was pure entertainment.
After suiting up, Chunan stepped onto the treadmill. He activated the VR gear, entered the lobby, and launched the stream.
Chat exploded twice as fast the moment the feed went live—
[Oh oh! Bro Chu’s here!]
[Hurry! I wanna see Mrs. Chu!!]
[Wait, why Bro Chu? Where’s Mrs. Chu?]
[Damn, false ad?]
[Who’s this sub? Get the real streamer out!]
…
Chunan’s eyebrow twitched. “Enough! Are you here for the game or girls?”
[Girls]
[Girls +1]
[Girls +2]
[Girls +10086]
[Girls +114514]
…
“OK, all here for girls? Left turn to dance section. Please.” Chunan cut it short. “Guess my fancy VR setup’s invisible to you.”
[Hahaha Bro Chu’s mad]
[Saw it! Of course we saw!]
[Just joking, Bro Chu!]
[Bro Chu knows us—we’re here for your gorgeous face!]
…
Chunan snorted. “Heard this platform dropped a next-gen RPG. Reviews are solid. I’ll try it.”
[Roger, Bro Chu]
[You stream it, we watch it]
[Bro Chu, buying another VR set to duo with Mrs. Chu?]
[Seconded]
[Seconded +10086]
…
Chunan: “…”
His spotlight was getting stolen.
Silent for a beat, he entered the game.
A magic-world RPG—same old grind as PC games, but VR changed everything. Button presses became real movements, and that was the fun.
Character creation first. Chunan didn’t hesitate: a face 70-80% like his own. Max detail wasn’t great anyway.
He thought it looked damn handsome.
Tutorial next. Fastest way to adapt? Throw players straight into combat.
The system dumped top-tier armor on him, handed a plain longsword, and tossed him into an arena. His opponent? A two-meter muscular giant.
Immersive pressure hit hard just facing it.
But damn, it felt amazing.
VR was a whole new world.
No stress though—the armor blocked near all damage. Just a feel-good fight to set preferences. Chunan charged, sword raised.
Then… he hacked wildly at the giant’s thigh.
That was as high as he reached.
The giant hammered back, dust flying. Chunan’s HP ticked -1, -1, -1 under his armor. Only his gloves vibrated in reality.
They fought like clowns. Chat flooded with [HAHAHAHA].
When Chunan finally “pedicured” the giant to death, he checked chat.
A familiar ID stood out—
[Xiao Ershao: Haha like a dumbass]
Chunan: “…”
Xiao Ershao was Xiaohan’s old username. Back when he’d dragged her to an internet cafe, he’d picked [Chu Dashao]—peak cringe middle-school persona.
He’d thought she was sensible copying him. Classic little bro move.
Now past that phase, he’d switched to his real name after signing with the platform.
Xiaohan never changed hers. Lazy. And… she liked how it sounded.
Chunan wouldn’t judge her taste.
But…
He pulled off the VR headset. Gave the camera a thin smile. “Family business. One sec.”
He strode to the bedroom. “Xiaohan—!”
Inside, Xiaohan froze mid-laugh at the stream. She shrank into the corner. “W-what?!”
“You’re free?” Chunan arched a brow.
She nodded instinctively, then shook her head fast.
He ignored the shake. “Since you’re free, go stream for me.”
He dragged her out without waiting.
Chat went wild through the cam.
Chunan sighed almost silently.
He’d sworn off personas.
Alas. He’d become what he hated most.
Tsk.
