Raising You This Small Stuff

Chapter 25.1 Du Du doesn’t want to change players

The windows rolled down a little.

Chen Jiao’s nervous face unfolded before Mo Yi Yan’s eyes bit by bit.

This was the first time Mo Yi Yan had come so close to his little brother’s assistant. This face…. he suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his temples and couldn’t help but close his eyes for a moment.

Chen Jiao’s entire body froze, swallowing nervously, “Mr. Mo, is something wrong?”

Mo Yi Yan bowed slightly, told himself to calm down, then looked at Chen Jiao’s face again… seeming to have regained his usual impression. After a slight pause of two seconds, he said, “The matter with Qian He, we have wronged you, the entertainment circle is like this, don’t think too much. Take care of Yi Cheng.”

Was this… comforting him? Chen Jiao nodded stiffly, “Okay.”

“Go ahead, drive slowly on the road.” After saying this, Mo Yi Yan got up and turned around to leave.

Chen Jiao stared at Mo Yi Yan’s back, frozen for two seconds before coming back to his senses after the cold wind blew in. He said thank you hurriedly and drove the car out, forgetting to close the windows.

Only two people were left in the car.

Having no need to avoid Chen Jiao, Mo Yi Cheng took out his phone and clicked into the game interface.

Yuan Suo was really sitting on the sofa obediently, holding the drawing board and concentrating on drawing, a half-eaten fruit platter next to him, his lunch box half empty. Mo Yi Cheng guessed that the little thing had eaten almost all of it, so he just needed to prepare a little more milk in the evening.

“Mo Yi Cheng, you’re back!” When Yuan Suo saw Mo Yi Cheng, he put the drawing board down hurriedly and stood up on the sofa.

Mo Yi Cheng was wearing headphones, not afraid that Chen Jiao would hear Yuan Suo’s words.

He asked, “How was school today?”

Yuan Suo: “It was… good.”

Mo Yi Cheng thought that his operation had gone wrong, and that he had failed to isolate that elf named Po Fei, or that he had run into some trouble again, asking with concern, “What’s wrong? Did someone bully you again?”

Yuan Suo waved his hands quickly, “No….. no one bullied me. It’s because I didn’t do very well in class today.”

Mo Yi Cheng relaxed, then raised his eyebrows, “Was it because you were too full that you dozed off?”

“No, Du Du didn’t doze.” Although he was a little sleepy in the afternoon after eating, he perked up quickly! “It’s because I wasn’t concentrating… so the teacher called my name in class.”

So that was the case. Mo Yi Cheng’s slender fingers tapped Yuan Suo’s head on the screen, pretending to be serious: “It’s probably because you were craving walnuts. I’ll add some walnuts to the milk tonight to nourish your brain.”

“I… I wasn’t.” Yuan Suo stammered

Mo Yi Cheng teased, “Then I won’t add walnuts.”

Yuan Suo added hurriedly: “You… you can add them.” He liked nutty foods.

“So you were craving for walnuts?”

“….” Yuan Suo was winded until he was dizzy. In the end he twisted his fingers at the same time, a smile spread at the corners Mo Yi Cheng’s lips.

Yuan Suo who finally smoothed out his thinking, determined that he wanted to eat walnuts, also taking the opportunity to tell Mo Yi Cheng about what he had learned at the school.

Mo Yi Cheng finally understood why Yuan Suo had looked so scared that he was about to cry the first time he saw him and also understood why the little thing was always timid and would rather wrong himself than dare to disturb him easily whether he was sick or starving.

That was because the fate of the elves was determined to some extent by the players matched by the system.

Elves were a unique existing copy, and so were the players. Each elf could only be matched to one player in his lifetime, and if the player chose to uninstall the game the first time or chose to abandon the elf later in the game, then the elf faced the likelihood of disappearing completely. Hence, many elves in the game would even bring certain benefits to the player through their labor in the game, so that they could better ensure their survival, or to give themselves a sense of security.

However, there was a situation where the elf could be matched with another player again. That was, if the existing player died and voluntarily transferred ownership of the elf to another person, or if the phone was destroyed due to an unpredictable eventuality, then the elf had a second chance of having another owner again.

And the elf Po Fei who bullied Yuan Suo changed owners because his previous owner passed away. His new owner didn’t treat him well and because of this, the originally slightly aloof but pure-hearted elf, became more and more gloomy.

As if thinking of something terrible, Yuan Suo’s big eyes filled with tears, his two hands gripped together uneasily, saying firmly to Mo Yi Cheng: “Du Du doesn’t want to change players, he never wants to.”

Mo Yi Cheng’s breath stagnated. He reached out and rubbed his hand on the screen, trying to wipe his tears away, “No, never.”

Yuan Suo’s turn tears into a smile, “Then… can you give him another chance?” Seeing Mo Yi Cheng frowning, Yuan Suo for the first time clicked the [pull the corner of the player’s shirt] boldly on the system.

Although the corner of Mo Yi Cheng’s shirt wasn’t really pulled, when the line [Du Du is pulling the corner of your shirt] appeared on the screen, he seemed to really feel the corner of his shirt being tugged, and his heart became heavy.

“…. Okay.”

Chapter 25.2 Du Du doesn’t want to change players

The plane had already taken off for a while. Mo Yi Cheng ordered a glass of red wine, drank two sips, moved restlessly, then changed his posture, but Yuan Suo’s pair of clear eyes full of tears was still in his mind. After releasing a long sigh, he put the empty glass down, having made a decision in his heart.

At Mo Yi Cheng’s request, the game lifted Po Fei’s restraining order, but continued with monitoring him in real time for a certain period of time to make sure that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt other elves again.

It was late in the night and Yuan Suo was still immersed in the studio. Having studied for almost half a month, he had made rapid progress in all aspects. He tried to posting some of his recent works to Weibo, some of which were paintings of Mo Yi Cheng, tagged with Mo Yi Cheng’s name, and the number of readers was very large, with the number of likes above three digits. So taking advantage of having two days off, Yuan Suo plucked up the courage and posted the first chapter of the strip comic he had drawn to Weibo with a brand new hashtag #thebestyou.

The comic was drawn based on his experience after coming to the game. Of course, due to the confidentiality of the game, some plots and settings had been fabricated and adapted. But the first chapter, was the image of him raising his head and seeing Mo Yi Cheng in real life, and even up until today, as long as he closed his eyes, he could still see it so vividly.

Although Yuan Suo’s Weibo had a five figure followers because of a previous like by Mo Yi Cheng, this Weibo, which didn’t obviously mark out their favorite idol, was naturally ignored.

Yuan Suo was a little bit lost, not knowing why. After waiting for a day with his cell phone in hand, one person finally liked it at dinner and left a comment: good. He clicked on the commenter’s avatar excitedly and found that it was a new account that had just been registered. He hesitated for a while, but didn’t click to follow, afraid that he would scare the person away if he was too active.

“Drink your milk and go to bed.” Mo Yi Cheng had recently picked up a new script, and the start of shooting was scheduled for a month later. During the past few days he had been integrating himself into the role, hence his hair and beard were longer than usual.

In the beginning, Yuan Suo wasn’t quite used to it, but after looking at it for a long time, he found that it was particularly manly! So finally unable to resist the itching, he drew an image of a bearded Mo Yi Cheng.

“It’s not… it’s not yet time.” Yuan Suo’s pen moved faster, his small buttocks seemingly stuck to the chair.

“If you don’t go to sleep, you’ll be late for school tomorrow morning.” Mo Yi Cheng knew the little thing’s weakness.

After hesitating for a while, Yuan Suo really put his pen down, secretly deciding in his mind to get up a little earlier tomorrow morning to complete the drawing.

He clipped the sketches into his book carefully, then went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Mo Yi Cheng drank a mouthful of milk, clicked open the book lightly and looked through Yuan Suo’s drawings one by one. The last one was a drawing that for the most part looked exactly like him, with seemingly scruffy long hair and stubble that made him look more manly.

Using 20 gold coins, he took the rough sketch out, took a picture of it to keep as a souvenir, then sent it back. After that movie emperor Mo returned to his bedroom with his phone, satisfied, just waiting for the little thing with short legs to come out and then urge him to go to bed to rest, the day perfectly spent.

Ding ling~

WeChat notification sound.

It was from Mother Mo.

He clicked on it. It was an address and time, then a voice message came. Mother Mo sounded both excited and expectant: “Yi Cheng, when you meet Meng Xue tomorrow, send a bouquet of flowers, don’t buy care products again. I heard your uncle Lin say that she is now also involved in some film and television investments, so you’ll have plenty topics to talk about!”

Mo Yi Cheng frowned after listening to the message then returned: I know.

Yuan Suo had just came back from brushing his teeth and was climbing the bed when he heard Mother Mo’s voice. He froze for a moment, then directly slid off the bed, falling on the floor with his bare feet.

“What’s wrong?” Mo Yi Cheng saw that the little thing had a doubtful expression on his face.

Yuan Suo thought for a moment, “Is Mo Yi Cheng going to meet a friend?”

It turns out that he heard the voice message. Mo Yi Cheng smiled, “Kind of… a friend.”

Yuan Suo asked, “Is it a good friend?”

Mo Yi Cheng, “Not a good friend.”

“Ah…” Yuan Suo seemed to sigh in relief, then he continued to climb onto the bed. After climbing halfway, he thought of something, stopped and hanging on the edge of the bed, hesitated a few times, then asked: “Then who is Mo Yi Cheng’s best friend?”

Mo Yi Cheng laughed, “It’s a little guy.”