Chapter Sixty-Eight: You Have to Step On It—If You Don't, Are You Even Human?

"Xiao Yiyi, you know, that really famous streamer—brother-in-law, haven’t you heard of her? She’s apparently from your university too. Her real name’s Chen Yi."

"Of course I’ve heard of her," Yang Xiaofan replied with a broad grin.

Back at Northern Jiangsu University, during the freshman welcome party, Yang Xiaofan had fallen victim to one of Xiao Yiyi’s tricks—his throat had been drugged, leaving his voice hoarse, and even the guitar he was meant to perform with was destroyed by her, forcing him to use sand art instead. He hadn’t yet had a chance to settle the score with her.

And now, unexpectedly, he was about to run into her and even face off in a PK match. How amusing—what a delightful twist of fate.

"Even though I don’t care much for streaming, there’s no harm in dabbling now and then. I’ve made up my mind; I’ll stream tonight and help you with this."

"What? Brother-in-law, you must be joking, right?" Qin Nuanxin stared at Yang Xiaofan in disbelief.

He had always despised streaming, yet the moment he heard Xiao Yiyi’s name, his attitude shifted entirely. Could there be something between him and Xiao Yiyi? The thought made Qin Nuanxin’s face turn cold.

"I’m warning you, Yang. You may be impressive, but even if there isn’t another man in the world who can compare to you, you can’t betray my sister. If you’re involved with that Xiao Yiyi, why are you still here causing trouble for my sister?"

Without a word, Yang Xiaofan rapped his middle finger sharply against her forehead.

"Ah—!" Qin Nuanxin crouched down, clutching her head, tears springing to her eyes from the pain.

"That hurt! Why did you have to use so much force?"

Yang Xiaofan blew on his finger, his tone annoyed. "That was to warn you. Watch your mouth next time, show some respect."

Qin Nuanyu, feeling sorry for her sister, came over and helped her up, explaining, "That Chen Yi once did something terrible to your brother-in-law—she drugged him. That’s why he wants to help you with the PK, to teach her a lesson."

"What? She’s that awful? What a two-faced witch! Don’t worry, brother-in-law, I’ll help you take her down."

"Come on. I’m helping you with the PK—you’re the one getting the better end of this deal," Yang Xiaofan said, glancing at her with exasperation, making Qin Nuanxin stick out her tongue sheepishly.

"Hehe, what’s the big deal? You’re my brother-in-law, after all. We’re family—no need to be so formal."

Yang Xiaofan had long been immune to Qin Nuanxin’s shamelessness, having experienced it many times before. He let out a breath and asked calmly,

"When does the PK start?"

"It starts at six in the evening and ends at midnight."

"Then get ready."

"Alright, I’ll let the guild know as well."

Around 5:50 p.m., Qin’s father and mother were getting ready to go shopping. Passing by Qin Nuanxin’s room, they saw her setting up her streaming equipment again. Because she was waiting for Yang Xiaofan, she’d left the door open—an oversight that landed her in trouble.

"You little brat! I told you no more streaming, and here you are again? I’ll teach you a lesson!"

Qin’s father slipped off his shoe and began to wallop her soundly.

Qin Nuanxin’s face turned pale with fright; she dodged and screamed, "Dad, let me explain! Brother-in-law asked me to stream!"

"Don’t talk nonsense! Xiaofan hates streaming the most. You’ve already caused enough trouble today—how dare you pile on more lies? I’ll give you a beating!"

"Ah—! Dad, not my face, please! It hurts! Wuwuwu..."

After several minutes of relentless scolding, Yang Xiaofan, hearing the commotion from next door, hurried over, momentarily stunned by the scene.

"Uncle Qin, what are you doing?"

Without pausing his reprimand, Qin’s father gritted his teeth and replied, "This brat refuses to listen. I told her no streaming, and yet here she is—see if I won’t beat some sense into her."

Qin Nuanxin wailed, "Brother-in-law, save me! Tell my dad it was your idea!"

Yang Xiaofan spoke up immediately, "Uncle Qin, please let her go—it really was my idea for her to stream."

He stepped forward to intervene, but Qin’s mother held him back.

"Xiaofan, don’t defend her. This girl is getting more unruly by the day. Let your uncle teach her a lesson—otherwise, who knows what trouble she’ll cause in the future."

Yang Xiaofan’s face twitched involuntarily. He didn’t even know how to explain himself.

Qin’s father only stopped after a full ten minutes, tossing his shoe aside and glaring at Qin Nuanxin with stern disappointment.

"If I ever catch you streaming again, I’ll tan your hide."

With that, he stormed out, dragging Qin’s mother along to go shopping.

Qin Nuanxin slumped against the bed, eyes brimming with tears, gazing at Yang Xiaofan with utter grievance.

"Brother-in-law, why didn’t you save me just now?"

Yang Xiaofan shrugged, spreading his hands innocently. "I tried to explain, you saw it, but Uncle and Aunt simply wouldn’t believe me."

Qin Nuanxin felt even more wronged, her eyes red and tears falling freely.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaofan barely managed to suppress a laugh, coughed lightly, and said, "Alright, enough crying. I’ll talk to them later. For now, let’s start the stream. Tonight, I’ll make you legendary with one battle."

At his words, Qin Nuanxin swallowed her pain, limped over, and started the stream.

"The stream’s live, brother-in-law. Aren’t you coming over?"

"Don’t rush. I have a huge following now—if I show up too soon, the others will definitely come up with a strategy, or even cancel the PK altogether. For now, you stream on your own. I’ll join at the critical moment."

Yang Xiaofan knew that if he appeared too early, Xiao Yiyi might get scared and cancel her stream. What fun would that be? How would he get his revenge?

So he planned to lurk in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to deliver a decisive blow.

Qin Nuanxin frowned with concern. "Brother-in-law, without you, I’m not sure I can win even a single round."

She was just a rookie streamer with barely a hundred followers. Although, thanks to Yang Xiaofan’s popularity, her numbers had soared to over one and a half million, she knew better than anyone that they were there for him, not her.

Yang Xiaofan nodded. "At least you have some self-awareness. Not bad. There’s hope for you yet. But don’t worry—since I promised to back you up, you’ll make it through for sure. Start the stream and leave the rest to me."