The Complete Guide to the Use and Care of a Personal Assistant
First Published on Chaleuria
Now that Yan Li had left, Su Yuyang and Ling Miao started their life together.
The days passed peacefully. Every day, they word sprinted and cleared video game dungeons. Occasionally, Su Yuyang would check his fan group or listen to Ling Miao chat to his fans on a YY channel.
Most people didn’t know about Su Yuyang’s relationship with Ling Miao, but several of the fan group moderators knew that Ling Miao was the person their Great Author loved.
One afternoon, Su Yuyang was writing when his thought process was broken by maniacal laughter from the living room. The laughter stopped and Su Yuyang heard Ling Miao say: “Interview Shu Yang? And I have to do it? Tofu, why are you doing this? If I bring this up to him, I’ll have to sleep in the hallway tonight!”
Several seconds later Ling Miao said, “No, no.” Hearing Ling Miao’s resolute attitude, Tofu said wistfully, “In that case, I won’t force you. But you really won’t even just try?”
An exclusive interview with Shu Yang? Sounds good! New provocative text appeared in the public channel. Tofu looked at it and said, “Excuse me, Xiao Yu From Su’s House, please shrink your font size. If you don’t, I will have to invite you to leave.”
“Xiao Yu from Su’s House?” Ling Miao stared at the ID.The name struck a chord in his heart. As the chat box refreshed quickly, Ling Miao had to scroll a little before he saw Xiao Yu from Su’s House’s message: An exclusive interview with Shu Yang? Sounds good!
He agreed? Ling Miao looked at the screen thoughtfully. He internally fought with himself then glanced at Su Yuyang’s door.
Su Yuyang and Ling Miao wrote separately. But today, Ling Miao didn’t feel like writing and Tofu had something to talk to him about, so he’d gone on YY. He couldn’t figure out Su Yuyang’s intentions. He sighed and told Tofu, “Tofu, something came up and I have to go for a while.”
“You’ll go ask the Great Shu about the interview?” Tofu asked excitedly.
Ling Miao said, “Mm,” and conveniently poured cold water on Tofu: “Don’t get your hopes up.”
“Xiao Miao… no, Mrs. Shu… pfeh, that’s worse.” Tofu wondered what to call Ling Miao. Ling Miao, hearing the two forms of address, said helplessly, “You’ve called me Xiao Miao for so long, why change it now? It’s like you want to make sure everyone knows my relationship with Shu Yang.”
“After today, everyone knows anyway, right?” Tofu said happily.
“Tofu, are you digging a hole for me to jump in?” Ling Miao laughed. “I’ll go find Shu Yang. Wait for my news.”
Ling Miao had just finished speaking when Su Yuyang heard a knock at the door.
Ling Miao pushed the door open, but stopped in the doorway. He asked, as if publicly denouncing Su Yuyang for a crime, “Xiao Yu from Su’s House, that was you, wasn’t it?”
“So obvious?” Su Yuyang said in frustration. “Ah, I’ll go make a different name that’s harder to recognize.”
“Forget it,” Ling Miao said coldly, “I know your name is Su Yuyang so I could tell that Xiao Yu from Su’s House was you. Tofu and the others don’t know.”
Seeing that Ling Miao was upset, Su Yuyang cajoled, “Xiao Miao, you’re upset?”
“Not upset.” Ling Miao looked at Su Yuyang and sighed. “I just think that you hiding in plain sight among us is kind of deceptive and playing with our feelings.”
Su Yuyang got up and walked to Ling Miao’s side. Ling Miao looked at him and said, “Sit down. You’re too tall and it puts pressure on me.”
Su Yuyang ignored Ling Miao’s dissatisfaction. He mused, “That exclusive interview Tofu was talking about… I think it’s not a bad idea. And since we don’t intend to keep hiding ourselves, I don’t need to keep dodging it, either. It’s just an interview. I’ll treat it as repayment for the fans’ support all these years.”
“You have a plan?” Ling Miao looked at Su Yuyang hopefully.
Su Yuyang let his gaze drift and pretended not to have seen Ling Miao’s hopeful expression. He said, “As for how to conduct this interview, how fans are to participate, and whether there are prizes… you and the rest of the mod team can take care of it.”
“Oh, then I have some ideas.” Ling Miao’s sly laugh made Su Yuyang’s heart clench, a sense of foreboding spreading through his body. He feared Ling Miao would give him a hard time.
Su Yuyang didn’t try to hide his worry. Ling Miao patted Su Yuyang’s shoulder and consoled, “Great Author, don’t be too worried. I won’t kill you. I’ll just ask some insensitive questions.”
“Can I ask for the host to be someone other than you?” Su Yuyang laughed drily.
Ling Miao spread his hands and shrugged.
Cough, cough. “Ah, I’m back.” Ling Miao dragged out the words, pretending he wasn’t sure how to say them.
“The Great Shu said no?” Tofu had expected the outcome, but he was still disappointed.
Ling Miao coughed twice and said apologetically, “Sorry, he… agreed.”
“Mm?” Tofu was shocked. “Xiao Miao, you’re telling the truth?”
“Would I lie to you?’ Ling Miao pretended to be angry.
“Heh heh.” Tofu kept asking, “When do we start?”
“That… let’s talk in the little black house.”
Ling Miao entered the little black house.
The channel’s ‘little black house’ was a private chatroom where the mod team of Shu Yang’s fan group held their meetings. Su Yuyang watched the number of people in the room rapidly increase and really wanted to see what was happening, so he opened a side chat with Ling Miao. “Xiao Miao, give me the password to the little black house.”
Fangroup \ ZeroSecondsAgo: Figure it out yourself!
Fangroup \ Xiao Yu From Su’s House: How am I supposed to guess it? Give me a hint.
Fangroup \ ZeroSecondsAgo: It’s to do with you.
Fangroup \ Xiao Yu From Su’s House: Hey, tell me properly!
Ling Miao didn’t reply. Su Yuyang pinged Ling Miao a few more times but he still didn’t receive a response, so he gave up.
To do with me? Su Yuyang looked at the password box and thought about things that had to do with him that could be used as a password: birthday, surname, penname…
A series of possible passwords flashed through his mind. Su Yuyang tried all of them but none succeeded, and he finally gave up.
Now that Ling Miao had done this to him, Su Yuyang didn’t feel like writing any more. He went to the kitchen, sat beside Ling Miao, and outright looked at the chat to see and hear what the mod team was talking about.
Ling Miao glanced at Su Yuyang and said in the chat: “The Great Shu is worried we’ll mess with him, so he took my earphone and is listening in now.”
Tofu controlled his excitement and said, “Great Shu, I’m so glad you agreed to this interview. But I must tell you, we’re already done planning it. Would you say something to me, please?”
If Tofu was a girl, Su Yuyang would definitely have agreed—but he was a guy, so Su Yuyang glanced at Ling Miao.
Ling Miao turned his head away from Su Yuyang, who couldn’t tell what Ling Miao was thinking, and didn’t say anything.
“Say it,” Ling Miao nodded, smiling wistfully.
“Hello, everyone. I’m Shu Yang.”
Whether it was because Su Yuyang was nervous or because Ling Miao was there, his voice trembled. But that wasn’t the issue. The issue was that, after today, everyone would know of his, Shu Yang’s, deep love for Ling Miao.