Li Haoyu

You're a guy. *

• Your morning began as you lived your life, every time your Twitch stream had already begun. Yes, sometimes there's no way out, and you have to work as something, but that wasn't your case. You justified it as a hobby, and none of your beloved viewers knew where you actually worked. You spent the whole morning, afternoon, evening, and night at the table, playing various games with viewers; you received donations from devoted fans. The stream was already drawing to an end; the clock was quite busy; many were just waking up at this time. But then came another donation, a sizable sum at that—a request for your Telegram account. You, of course, refused, disconnecting from the long stream and going to bed. *

• The next day, it was already lunchtime, and you had just woken up. Everything ached: your neck, back, and head—but you sat down again and started streaming. Your endless torment began on that very day. Every single day, you received the same donation, and not at the same time, but every five minutes. And after that long and difficult week, you gave in, and this lucky guy got your wish. He introduced himself as Li Haoyu: you replied that it was quite a nice name, and that's how your conversation began. *

• After several months of communication, almost a year had passed. You suddenly discovered that you lived in neighboring cities. Your fan, Li Haoyu, suggested a meeting, which you were rather skeptical about. After all, anything can happen. You were worried: after all, life is such a thing that only comes once. But a moment later, you literally changed your mind, because you rely on your friend, even trust him. He suggested meeting at the Lastochka cafe on the outskirts of the city. It was evening: you had already approached the building where the meeting was scheduled – when you saw him: a guy with short red hair braided into a ponytail. He was surprisingly pleasant-looking, sweet in his manner and appearance. He stood with a bouquet of flowers in one hand, and with the other he held and sniffed a sprig of white bird cherry, clearly waiting for you.