Part 2
Wen Ran’s livestream was instantly flooded with “Happy Birthday,” and a large portion of fans kept sending him gifts.
[“Little Master Chef” sent the streamer Star Ocean x99]
[Don’t thank me. Son is having a birthday, Daddy is sending a cake.]
[Buy a skin.]
[I don’t like you, little sprayer. My gift is for Little Flower, buy snacks for the cat!]
While Wen Ran was interacting with fans on the livestream, the preparations for the birthday party were also proceeding intensively.
Originally, the decoration was the responsibility of the young ladies in the publicity department, but Jian Yun was the most active one, not only helping to inflate balloons but also tying them up.
Busying himself back and forth, as if it were his own birthday party.
The young ladies in the publicity department joked with him, “Confirmed, precious Double C (Carries). Jian Yun has Dawn in his heart! You love him so much!”
Jian Yun chuckled, “Don’t ship blindly. I want to pet Little Flower for two more days, I made a deal with Dawn.”
Kittens weren’t suited to changing environments frequently. On the second day of Wen Little Flower’s arrival, Jian Yun had turned into a seasoned cat slave.
Who wouldn’t like a fluffy Munchkin cat?
Once, when Jian Yun was playing with it, the kitten bit Jian Yun’s finger. Although it didn’t hurt at all, Jian Yun screamed and shouted, thoroughly scaring the kitten.
Its two ears turned into airplane ears, and it came over timidly to lick his finger with its small tongue, rubbing its small head against his hand continuously, acting cute and coquettish.
It even actively exposed its belly, using soft little paws to hug Jian Yun’s hand.
It was simply meltingly cute, okay?!
For the sake of a happy life for himself and Little Flower, Jian Yun happily went to prepare birthday supplies for the cat owner.
By noon, Orange came to call Wen Ran. “Dawn, come over, we’re just waiting for you!”
As soon as Wen Ran stepped in, he heard the sound of a party popper.
Lots of colorful confetti fell from overhead.
“Happy Birthday to our FMVP!”
The room was decorated with a very birthday-like atmosphere. Everyone had a smile on their face—Manager Wu, the coach, July, Jian Yun, Orange, Jiang Yan, and the staff from the publicity department; so many pairs of eyes were looking at him.
Coach Tao spoke first, “Did you lose a game just now? Why look so nervous on your birthday?”
“Not nervous,” Wen Ran argued stubbornly. “Besides, I played a horror room game just now.”
“Yo, couldn’t tell, Little Rose plays that too!” Manager Wu also joined the ranks of joking.
“Of course, it was so simple.” Wen Ran selectively forgot the experience of falling off his chair in fear in the livestream just now.
“Come and see the gifts everyone gave you.”
Following the direction pointed out, Wen Ran saw piles of beautifully wrapped gifts of all kinds on the floor over there. It was simply more than all the gifts he had received in his eighteen years combined.
“Some are from us, and some are from fans,” the staff member said. “Dawn, take them back to your room and open them slowly later!”
“Here comes the cake!”
A staff member pushed a large two-tier cake in and placed it straight in front of Wen Ran.
There were candles inserted on top, exactly nineteen of them.
“Make a wish, blow out the candles!”
Wen Ran used to spend his birthdays alone. When he was at home, Li Fenlan wouldn’t care about his birthday, let alone birthday gifts.
Wen Ran always thought birthdays were just ordinary days, no different from usual, until he saw gifts received by classmates at school.
Only then did he know that it was just him who didn’t have any.
Other classmates would be picked up by parents on their birthdays, taken to eat good food, play fun things, and have a beautiful big cake.
But since no one had ever celebrated a birthday for him, Wen Ran couldn’t imagine what a happy birthday looked like.
Later, he ran away from home. Outside, he barely had one meal and worried about the next. He didn’t even have friends, and maintaining a livelihood was difficult, so naturally, no one celebrated his birthday for him.
Wen Ran had made many wishes on his birthdays. When he was little, he hoped Dad would come back, hoped Mom would take him out to play.
Later, he hoped he could live a little easier the next day, find a decent job, earn a little money.
The wishes weren’t big, but none came true.
If wishes really worked—
Wen Ran saw Jiang Yan smiling at him.
He hoped that in the future, every birthday could be as happy as today, and Jiang Yan would be there to celebrate with him.
Wen Ran blew out the candles.
“Wow, cut the cake!”
Someone handed over the knife. Wen Ran cut the cake and gave everyone a piece.
The publicity staff snapped photos, freezing these moments.
Then the official account posted on Weibo: [FMVP Mid Laner is 19 today!]
With pictures attached.
The most unexpected one was Orange.
He posted a Weibo.
The attached picture was Wen Ran with cream smeared on his cheek.
Looking both desirous and obedient, looking particularly cute.
[Dawn, happy nineteenth birthday. You are the best Mid Laner!]
This was his sincere blessing to Wen Ran and also a reconciliation with himself.
Since Jiang Yan and Wen Ran were already together, it meant there was no room for other relationships between them.
Orange had completely thought it through. He resolutely wouldn’t do anything to intrude on others. Rather than framing others out of jealousy and suspicion, it was better to bless them generously so both parties were comfortable.
He would have a future too, but this future would definitely not involve poaching someone else’s corner.
After all, they were teammates fighting side by side.
WK also recorded a short birthday vlog and posted it online.
[WK held this birthday party quite nicely, pretty interesting.]
[Hahahaha, the game segment made me die of laughter. How is Dawn so unlucky? Losing even this.]
[Reasonable suspicion that he doesn’t know how to play at all. Left with a three at the end, what happened? Orange even broke up his cards to feed him, but couldn’t get rid of it.]
[Orange was about to get high blood pressure from playing today. The key is a certain pig teammate was still calmly holding a three, as if he was holding a Joker.]
[But their team atmosphere is so joyous!]
[Wu wu, Little Sprayer has friends to play with him now.]
[Back in DS, he almost never played or laughed so relaxedly, and there was pitifully little content.]
[WK feels like home to him now.]
[Am I the only one feeling sorry for the cake? It looked delicious, but they used it to play in the end.]
[What’s wrong with Dawn, getting cream on his face, not paying attention to his image at all. I suggest coming to me, I’ll lick the cream off your face clean.]
[Wu wu, soft Little Rose, really want to taste if he’s sweet.]
[Dawn, maybe there’s another way to eat cream. DM me, see you at the hotel, I’ll teach you.]
[??? This is the comment section, not a lawless zone!]
[Sisters, your panties flew onto my face.]
…..
Wen Ran managed to carry all those things back to his room with difficulty. The publicity department said they hoped he could record an unboxing video.
They would edit it later and post it as feedback to the fans.
Naturally, Wen Ran wouldn’t refuse such a thing. He set up his phone and started opening gifts.
“This is the mouse Brother Seven gave me.” After opening it, Wen Ran put it aside and opened the next one. “This is from Jian Yun, a cat ornament, looks just like Little Flower!”
It seemed Jian Yun’s love for Wen Little Flower was truly deep.
“Then this is Orange’s, an eye massager.”
“From the coach…”
After opening some, Wen Ran finally reached the box underneath.
“These are sent by you guys, put in here.” Wen Ran opened the big box and slowly took out the items inside.
“An hourglass, and a night light, it’s actually rose-shaped!” Wen Ran said. “First time seeing this!”
He was somewhat happy in his heart. He gradually accepted that his nickname was “Little Rose.” Made by fans, it clearly took effort.
Immediately after, he unwrapped a scarf.
Inside was a handwritten card from a fan: “Dawn, the weather is cold, pay attention to keeping warm!”
“Thank you.” Wen Ran carefully put the scarf aside and started opening others.
There was a relatively large package. Wen Ran said, “Let’s open this first.”
He tore open the packaging forcefully, but froze after taking out the item inside.
It was a spherical plush toy with some protruding structures on it, bumpy and uneven, making a very fierce expression.
“What is this?” Wen Ran curiously turned it over and looked, finally finding it on the embroidery at the bottom.
Embroidered with just two words—
[Toxic Tumor] (Cancer)
Wen Ran: “……”
“Whoever sent this, I suggest you come find me actively. Daddy will have a heart-to-heart talk with you.”
After opening all the bizarre things sent by fans, Wen Ran noticed that besides those, he had received three mailed gifts.
One was a figure sent by Xiao Huang.
One was from Xu Jiajia, a somewhat expensive hair oil.
And there was one very special gift, a small bag.
After Wen Ran opened it, he saw a velvet box.
If not for the box size being wrong, Wen Ran would have thought it was a ring.
But when he opened it, he realized it was a woven bracelet.
Navy blue rope, but strung on it wasn’t a whole gold or silver bead, but a gold-inlaid jade style half-crystal.
The reason it was half was that one could tell at a glance it was a whole crystal cut from the middle, using gold inlay on the outside for protection.
It looked particularly beautiful.
Wen Ran was just planning to see who sent this gift.
So precious, so unique.
The phone rang.
It was Nan Xi.
“Happy Birthday, Wen Ran.” Nan Xi spoke, his voice gentle and brisk. “Congratulations on winning the championship!”
“I watched all the matches, you were really amazing.”
Wen Ran was a little embarrassed by the praise. “Thanks, Nineteen.”
Hearing him call him “Nineteen,” Nan Xi’s heart also softened.
Was the person on the other end of the phone still that obedient looking boy?
“By the way, the birthday gift I sent you,” Nan Xi said. “Did you receive it?”
“Half a lucky bead.”
Wen Ran subconsciously looked down. This must be it!
“Received it, it’s very beautiful,” Wen Ran said. “This is my first time seeing a lucky bead of this shape.”
“I went to find someone to cut it into two halves,” Nan Xi’s voice was extremely gentle.
“Because I want to share my luck with you, half and half.”
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