He Lang asked in YY, like he was deliberately baiting Yang Juan into talking, “Once we are inside, remember to follow me. Little sheep, hear that?”
Yang Juan turned on his voice changer and gave a soft affirmative response.
Sweet One instantly exclaimed, “Curly has a melodious voice as well!”
Mango echoed, “It sounded like Curly is a sweet girl as well.”
“Feeling sour, this tomboy also wants to be a sweet girl for once.” Jingling sighed.
First Shift Worker coaxed, “Curly, say a few more words, I want to hear you.”
Which Cookie Are You chimed in, “I second your opinion.”
Old Zhao Next Door dittoed, “I also second his opinion.”
Hearing this, He Lang coughed with emphasis twice. “Are you guys treating it as if your guild leader is dead? Do you still want to get paid?”
“Guild leader, I was wrong.” Old Zhao Next Door tee-hee’d.
Although He Lang did not talk about the relationship between him and Yang Juan, everyone in the guild knew more or less.
Not to mention the fact that Sweet One had the truth right in his palm beforehand.
As for Yang Juan, he completely missed the deep meaning in He Lang’s words, focusing on the information on the instance dungeon the whole time.
The instance dungeon they were doing today was Mirage in the desert area.
After entering through the entrance, they did not encounter any monsters for a long time. Sweet One took the advantage to whisper in Yang Juan’s ear.
[(Friend) Crush Pick This Sweet One: Curly, how many times have you run instance dungeons with Lang-ge, including this one?]
[(Friend) Sheep Curls: I lost count.]
[(Friend) Crush Pick This Sweet One: What do you usually do with Lang-ge?]
[(Friend) Sheep Curls: Dailies, missions, and instance dungeons.]
[(Friend) Crush Pick This Sweet One: Gosh…does Lang-ge have that bad of a taste?]
[(Friend) Sheep Curls: ?]
He did not understand how this and the guild leader’s taste have in common.
[(Friend) Crush Pick This Sweet One: Did Lang-ge not take you to see sceneries? This game has so many famous sceneries! Many people play the game just to see those sceneries.]
[(Friend) Sheep Curls: He did.]
After some thoughts, he added.
[(Friend) Sheep Curls: He also took me to the arena.]
Sweet One was shocked.
[(Friend) Crush Pick This Sweet One: Lang-ge took you to the arena???]
[(Friend) Sheep Curls: Yes.]
[(Friend) Crush Pick This Sweet One: Lang-ge is super fierce.]
Fierce to his wife. Sweet One murmured inside.
[(Friend) Sheep Curls: ?]
[(Friend) Crush Pick This Sweet One: But I still want to know, did Lang-ge yell at you in the arena?]
As if the chatterbox was opened, endless words flew out of his mouth.
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[(Friend) Crush Pick This Sweet One: Lang-ge took me to the arena to practice PvP last year, and I got yelled at so much that I began to question my life.]
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[(Friend) Sheep Curls: No.]
[(Friend) Crush Pick This Sweet One: ……]
[(Friend) Crush Pick This Sweet One: For real??? Not even once???]
[(Friend) Sheep Curls: Not even once.]
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The initial monsters in this dungeon are weak, so everyone was fighting with ease.
However, the difficulty would gradually increase with the progress of the party. When they encountered their fifth wave of monsters, everyone began to play more seriously.
The people who had been joking around in YY soon became quiet.
Monsters attacked from all directions, and everyone took a formation where the healers were in the center, while the rest of the members formed several layers of protection barriers to keep them safe.
Yang Juan stayed in the circle with the other healers, ready to heal the people in the party when needed.
They were up against small numbers of monsters. Even if they leaked a few low-health monsters into the circle, Yang Juan would calmly clean the monsters.
He Lang praised, “Nice job, Little Sheep.”
Sweet One used an ability to kill a group of monsters in front of him.
He Lang said in a stern voice, “Why are you using that skill? If that skill is not off cooldown by the time the boss spawn, you only have yourself to blame.”
Sweet One: “…”
When they cleared most of the monsters, there was a sudden crack on the ceiling above them.
Large swathes of beetles fell from the top.
He Lang called out, “The first boss will come out soon. Spread out of the circle. Stand in the formation we talked about. Don’t group up. Watch out for the boss’s aoe.”
As soon as the voice in their headset ended, the Beetle King’s huge body gradually emerged from the hole in the ceiling.
Any player within the zone where the Beetle King landed will lose more than half of their health.
Everyone quickly spread out and broke into several small groups.
The tanks in the team pulled the boss’s aggro, He Lang, Sweet One, and other dps began to launch attacks at the boss, and the rest of the members began to take care of the small monsters that kept spawning.
As beetle monsters swarmed around, Sweet One redirected his attention from the boss to the small monsters, but failed due to a lapse in judgment.
He Lang scolded directly, “What the hell was that? You might as well go afk.”
Sweet One apologized bitterly, “Lang-ge, I am sorry for the mistake!”
Not long after the scolding, Yang Juan also made a mistake.
The Beetle King threw a series of skills, and Yang Juan moved his camera to avoid the skill, but in his tunnel vision, he missed a low-health player within his healing range.
Fortunately, Mango rushed up just in time and healed the player for him, which did not cause a drop in damage.
Realizing that this was his negligence, Yang Juan honestly apologized, “Lang-ge, I am sorry for the mistake.”
There was two-second silence in the voice chat before He Lang’s deep voice began to sound, “It’s okay, Little Sheep. Take your time.”
Sweet One, who was costing an ability at the boss, hands twitched slightly, and his skill that originally was aimed perfectly, flew past the boss’s shell—
A single digit slowly appeared in the air, showing the damage dealt to the boss.
He Lang suddenly changed his tone and said with a sneer, “What’s wrong, Sweet-mei? Are you tickling the boss?”
Sweet One: “…”
He now truly believed that Sheep Curls received no scolding from He Lang in the arena.
It took them about an hour to finish the instance dungeon.
After being transmitted out of the instance dungeon, everyone left the party one after another, leaving only Yang Juan and He Lang.
He Lang summoned his mount and sent a mount request, planning to return to the city.
On their way there, Yang Juan thought of the two seconds pause from the other man and typed in the party chat, trying to explain himself.
[(Party) Sheep Curls: I did not heal him because I did not see him.]
Instead of typing, He Lang pointed out, “We are still in YY, you can talk.”
[(Party) Sheep Curls: There are still people in the room.]
“Not true, everyone has left.” He Lang said.
After waiting for two seconds, seeing that no one else was talking, Yang Juan opened his mouth and replied, “Okay.”
Only then did He Lang followed up and comforted, “Don’t be nervous, I know you did not mean it.”
“You are not angry?” Yang Juan asked.
“I—” Originally, he wanted to say that he was not angry, but halfway into the idea, He Lang paused and changed his response, saying in a slightly deeper voice, “I am angry.”
Yang Juan was stunned, and pursed his lips nervously and confusingly.
“Don’t you usually call me gege? Why do you call me Lang-ge now?” There was a strong note of dissatisfaction in He Lang’s voice. “Little Sheep, you make me very angry like this.”
After a moment’s silence, Yang Juan whispered, “Talking is different from typing.”
“I do not care if they are the same or not, I am still angry.” He Lang said righteously, “You figure it out for yourself.”
Sitting in front of his laptop, Yang Juan was at a loss for words and did not make a sound for a long time.
Between the two of them, He Lang was more impatient as there was a faint trace of anticipation in his impetuous mood. He lightly suggested, “If Little Sheep was to call me gege right now, it would appease my anger.”
Yang Juan asked, “Can I type it out?”
He Lang answered quickly and ruthlessly, “Not allowed.”
Yang Juan opened his mouth, and before any words escaped out of his lips, he was already blushing.
He subconsciously turned to his side, looking in the direction of Zhuo Lan’s desk.
His roommate had not yet returned from his school trip, so he was by himself.
With this knowledge in mind, he relaxed slightly and after mentally preparing himself, he finally spoke in a soft voice, “Gege.”
He Lang showed a wide smile.
Yet, he pretended to be dissatisfied and commented, “I cannot hear you.”
Yang Juan paused for a moment and said in a louder voice and redder cheeks, “Gege.”
He Lang responded cheerfully, “Little Sheep is the best, gege heard you.”
Yang Juan averted his gaze with burning cheeks, not daring to look directly at the tall and handsome swordsman in the game.
“Then are you still angry?” Yang Juan asked.
When He Lang heard the question, his heart suddenly went soft.
Anyone with keener sense could tell that he was not angry at all.
Only this little fool could not distinguish.
So silly and adorable.
He helped Yang Juan down from the mount, ordered the dancer not to move from the spot, and used a dozen fireworks in his inventory in succession, all of which were bought on a whim.
The sound of fireworks exploding in the sky continued to ring in his ears as Yang Juan moved his camera towards the sky above him. He stared at the fireworks for a moment before asking, “Why are you setting off fireworks all of sudden?”
With an obvious happiness, He Lang answered calmly, “No reason, I am just in the mood.”
Yang Juan said, “Oh.”
“Go to bed after this fireworks show.” He Lang spoke up once more.
“Okay.” Yang Juan answered as usual, and what he was thinking inside was he would never come back online after this time.
They quietly watched the fireworks display for a while.
At the moment when the last fireworks disappeared, a feeling of sadness suddenly came over Yang Juan.
After a few seconds of hesitation, he said out loud, “I—”
There was suddenly a shout coming from their headphones, it was from Sweet One, “Fuck, ge, we have a problem!”
Yang Juan’s sentence came to a screeching halt.
After one second, He Lang asked angrily, “Why are you still in the room?”
“I have been here the entire time, ge…” After he gradually noticed his unneeded presence, Sweet One asked timidly as he decreased his volume with each of his words, “You mean I cannot stay in the room, ge…”
“Certainly.” He Lang stressed his word, and asked word by word, “How much is deducted from your pay today?”
Sweet One reported a number, not knowing why the other was asking.
“Double that right now.” He Lang said mercilessly.
Sweet One: “…”
“G-ge,” He stammered in horror, “are you not being way too cruel to me? Ge, I am just an innocent and weak national flower!”
He Lang ignored his excuse and asked, “ So what is the problem?”
Sweet One immediately put away his miserable front and he also took on a serious tone, “Someone posted an anonymous gossip about Curly on the game forum.”
Not expecting the problem to be related to Yang Juan, He Lang froze for a moment and then furrowed his brows.
Yang Juan, who was immersed in the shame of calling the other by gege, raised his head. “Me?”
Hearing the other’s questioning voice, He Lang temporarily put aside his burning anger and asked in a normal tone, “What were you trying to say earlier?”
Yang Juan thought for a second and replied, “Nothing.”
Since the problem was related to him, he should settle it first before bidding goodbye to the other party.
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A’Ruan has Wine:
So, the beginning of the story is basically online romance (disappoint), they are not going to meet in the 3D world during that period.
Thank you for the fast update 🧎♀️ Juan Juan please say it! Your husband will hold grudge on you QvQ
As soon as He Lang said everyone else had left the room I knew someone was going to still be in it. Sweet One only has himself to blame for not immediately bailing as soon as He Lang said everyone had left.
+1 so true. 🤣
Online romance is not bad, it’s fun and sweet! And maybe we will see a little crossdressing?
Thank you for your translation 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚
Our Little Sheep is so adorable QAQ !! Thank you for the translation~~♪( ´▽｀)
Trouble always comes once he starts to find the courage in him to confess, so let’s enjoy the sweetness and fluff of an online romance. 🥰 But it’s so sad how everyone likes his female voice and not his real one. I so hope he still has a sweet voice even without the voice changer.
Thanx for the chpt!
He doesn’t feel guilty pretending to be a girl? I suppose the relationship doesn’t mean anything to him yet to make him feel guilty. But that annoys me more than the things we we warned about at start.
Don’t get me wrong I enjoying the story but without honesty where is this going.. I can’t wait for him to find out he is a guy