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Chapter 274 - 275: The Guardian Group_1

Chapter 274: Chapter 275: The Guardian Group_1

On the chat channel, various languages flickered by quickly, as countless people cheered, shouted, and expressed their enthusiasm, sharing their joy.

Seeing this, Xiaobudian Under the Grapevine felt an overwhelming sense of happiness. He excitedly said, "Thank you, thank you, brothers, for your deep affection, and thank you all for liking me so much. There’s not much to say, I’ll sing ’Brother Difficult to Handle’ with Changlin as a gift to you, to my dear brothers!"

By that time, Li Changlin had already turned on his phone and selected the background music for ’Brother Difficult to Handle’ from it.

He had been well-prepared; earlier, in the bathroom, he had specifically copied the backing tracks of several songs into a document on his phone.

Soon, the music started, and Li Changlin along with Brother Grape began to sing.

I say being brothers is hard, when we face troubles, we face them together.

A drink until dawn, just like old times.

I say being brothers is hard, we share our blessings.

A lifetime of brotherly love, longer than the sky!

...

This song was not only the Home of Changlin’s clan anthem but was also specially written, er, copied by Li Changlin for Brother Grape.

In any case, it was Li Changlin’s expression of gratitude toward Brother Grape and a declaration that he considered all his fans as brothers.

This song held so much meaning, and now as Li Changlin and Brother Grape sang together, it moved many people.

Even many viewers in the chat channel excitedly repeated the lyrics line by line, and many sat in front of their computers or held their phones, singing and shouting out loud.

This kind of sentiment is unimaginable to those who have never experienced a streaming host.

Many people say that there is no true sentiment on the internet, but that’s not the case.

Just like the group of brothers gathered in Li Changlin’s room at this moment—maybe they had never met each other or even knew each other’s names, but it was the name Home of Changlin that united everyone tightly together.

Because of one person’s name, they sat together, in the same live broadcast room, laughing and singing together.

Not by blood, but like brothers. This feeling, this plotline, obviously cannot be understood by those who have never experienced live streaming on the internet.

But what does all this matter? Everyone has their own pursuits, their own dreams.

And undoubtedly, joy is the most touching presence.

Everyone sang together, partying together.

This mood even infected Zhou Xingxing, who had settled back into his sofa, and was now texting on his phone.

Because he promised to help Li Changlin fight for the first Monthly Ticket, and not wanting to expose his main account, Zhou Xingxing could only reach out to a few friends he hadn’t seen in three years to give him a hand.

In this regard, Zhou Xingxing felt no pressure.

His brothers were naturally those who could share both good fortune and misfortune. Thus, while listening to ’Brother Difficult to Handle,’ Zhou Xingxing felt an inexplicable urge.

He thought about how he had disappeared for three years, not contacting his former brothers, and what a terrible decision that must have been.

After hesitation and much inner struggle, Zhou Xingxing finally logged into a chat channel with an account. It wasn’t long before he entered the interface that suddenly a message in a striking purple font popped up.

Welcome back, Eight Seconds of Attention!

This font made Zhou Xingxing slightly lose his composure.

How long had it been? Three years, right? He hadn’t logged into this account for three years.

Originally, he had just tried on a whim, never expecting that the account could still be logged into, which was a bit of a surprise.

"Eight Seconds, is that you?"

"Brother Ji Yi, have you returned?"

"Brother, we’ve been waiting for you for a long time."

...

With the login of this account, several messages quickly came through.

Zhou Xingxing read each message carefully, and for some reason, he found the corners of his eyes growing a bit moist.,

He sneaked a look at Li Changlin and Brother Grape, discovering that they were still singing with the same focus, the same enchantment, so he immediately and secretly jabbed the corner of his eye, then with trembling fingers, he gently tapped open a group chat.

This group chat, named "Guardian", had only nineteen members.

Once again, Zhou Xingxing hesitated, finally, he steeled his resolve and pressed firmly on the screen.

Whoosh.

Suddenly, the account that Zhou Xingxing was operating opened up the group interface.

At that moment, Zhou Xingxing took a deep breath, and quickly typed out a message, "I’m back."

Just four simple words, yet they seemed to have drained all the strength from Zhou Xingxing’s body.

He was conflicted, hesitant, and anxious all at once.

Finally, Zhou Xingxing clenched his teeth and chose to send the message.

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

Those four words immediately appeared in the group chat’s dialogue box, and Zhou Xingxing stared intently at the interface, filled with great anticipation.

In the group, all was silent.

If it weren’t for the group interface showing all nineteen members online, anyone might think it was a dead group that no one cared about anymore.

One minute, no response.

Two minutes, still no response.

Three minutes, four minutes, still no response.

Zhou Xingxing just watched, just watched, and in his heart, a faint feeling of loss, dejection, and disappointment began to emerge.

Alas!

He sighed softly, feeling overwhelmingly desolate.

Maybe the brothers were all still there, but they had given up on their once-chased pursuits, their once-dreamed dreams!

Zhou Xingxing shook his head, ready to close the group interface and log off.

But just then, Zhou Xingxing’s phone suddenly started vibrating violently, and along with it, a message popped up on the group interface.

"Welcome back, Brother Ji Yi!"

"Welcome back, Brother Ji Yi!"

"Welcome back, Brother Ji Yi!"

...

With the appearance of the first message, more of the same message followed without pause.

One after the other, one after another.

Precisely eighteen phrases, eighteen messages.

Suddenly, Zhou Xingxing’s eyes shimmered with tears, moved by this simple yet specially heartfelt greeting.

At that moment, the only thought in his heart was the strong desire to cry, to find a quiet place and have a good, hard cry!

No, indeed, the brothers had not abandoned him, they had not given up on him.

His band of brothers, each and every one of them, had been waiting for him!

Waiting for his return, waiting for him to start anew on a fresh voyage!

At this moment, Zhou Xingxing was no longer desolate, no longer melancholic.

He lifted his head to look at Li Changlin’s figure, and a wave of inexplicable gratitude filled his heart.