Can following the rules be called rebirth?

Chapter 183, Section 181: A Starry Night

Late at night.

The lights are still on in apartment 201, unit 3, building A8 of the Shanshui Huating residential complex.

Du Jianuo was drenched in sweat after finishing her live stream on Singles' Day.

To relieve the stickiness on her skin, she took a full 30-minute hot shower, carefully moisturizing her entire body with hot water, steam, bath foam, and bath sponges, over and over again.

She really enjoyed this feeling.

Staying in the boss's house, in the most unique live broadcast room in the entire Jieyou Media, this feeling is one of a kind.

You never have to worry about electricity bills indoors, as the air conditioning is always on, maintaining the most comfortable and pleasant temperature.

There's no need to do any housework; a contracted hourly cleaner will come regularly every week to meticulously clean and tidy the place.

Warm bath water and bath oil wash away the fatigue of Teacher Uno's day.

It's as if the wonderful world of Wuhan outside the window envelops a small world within it.

That was my own clean, comfortable, and meticulous live-streaming room.

Spotless and isolated from the world.

And within that small world lies an even smaller mini-world.

It is the warmth and cleanliness of the enclosed bathroom, the experience of bathwater washing over all pores, that can bring out the deep relaxation and comfort within oneself, as well as a slight desire for enjoyment.

Du Jianuo has gotten used to every day as a female news anchor.

Talking to himself in front of the camera, smiling and chatting with the screen, he can talk for a long time about any topic he throws out.

She began to get used to the camera, to the audience's gaze, and to the endless barrage of comments and praise in the live stream.

She even had absurd daydreams during the long nights.

What would it be like to set up a camera in the bathroom and film your entire shower through the frosted glass door of the shower stall?

It will definitely be beautiful, right?
It's like a British photographer capturing Beckham sleeping for hours on end; it's more like performance art.

Even through the glass and moisture, it was all blurry and impossible to see clearly.

But one's own curves, one's own grace, all the roundness of one's body, and the changes in the angles of one's muscles and bones should all be worthy of the definition of a work of art, right?

Of course, this is just a thought.

Aside from their own boss, no one else could possibly be qualified to act as a cameo photographer.

Du Jianuo dried herself off, took off her shower cap, lifted her fair and delicate legs, put on a narrow pair of lace-patterned panties, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Since we're going to bed anyway, we'll skip the bra.

She changed into a pure pink slip dress, with straps so thin they almost disappeared, and hung it on her off-the-shoulder shoulders.

The mountain peaks accentuated the nightgown, creating an alluring sight.

Ultimately, while Du Jianuo's size isn't as exaggerated as a peach, it's almost perfectly teardrop-shaped.

Even so, what she was most proud of was her hips and legs.

The girl in the nightgown looked at herself in the mirror, occasionally spinning ninety degrees and standing on her tiptoes.

The contrasting, soft lines are captivating, even in the mirror.

"I'm not waiting anymore, I'm going to sleep."

Du Jianuo glanced at her phone; it was already close to midnight.

For a female anchor who pays attention to skincare, this is already considered staying up all night.

She sighed softly, feeling a little regretful.

Back in the master bedroom, Du Jianuo stepped barefoot onto the soft carpet.

She turned off the overhead light and slowly pulled back the blackout curtains not far away.

The starlight, layer upon layer, spilled onto the balcony, the bedside table, the double mattress, and even her body.

It splashed onto her skin, her nightgown, and her bare, white skin without a bra.

The interplay of light and shadow created an atmosphere of extraordinary tranquility and romance. She had known all along that Zhou Mingyuan had only bought the Shanshui Huating house a few months prior.

What attracted me at the time was the design of this balcony.

Zhou Mingyuan renovated the recessed area on the balcony, creating a small desk facing the balcony.

Whenever I'm livestreaming next door, my boss is working on the balcony, sitting in a recessed area or an office chair with his legs dangling out and the curtains open.

Looking to the right, the window reveals a vast, naturally dark night sky over Jiangcheng, dotted with countless stars.

By turning on your laptop, you can monitor the background data of your live stream anytime, anywhere.

Sometimes, if the door to the live-streaming room next door isn't closed tightly, the boss will stand up and lean closer, peering through the crack in the door to see his own long, straight legs peeking out from under the table—a forbidden yet contrasting kind of romance.

He was right next door, which made her feel most at ease in her work environment.

The live-streaming room, her bed, and her desk are the three most important places for her in Shanshui Huating.

Her dormitory and her little nest in Shanshui Huating are the two most important places for her in the city of Jiangcheng.

Although it's Singles' Day today and many of her classmates and friends on social media are having singles parties, she's still working.

Work has taken over almost everything for her.

Du Jianuo has always understood that it was not easy to get to where she is today.

The boss poured countless resources and traffic into her, which propelled her to the position of the top female streamer in her section, a position that is unimaginable for ordinary female streamers.

She has always been very clear about this.

Traffic, buzz, and gimmicks can attract the first wave of viewers to her live stream.

However, she believed even more.

The most important factor that allows her to go far and achieve better results in live streaming content is her own talent and unremitting efforts.

And the behind-the-scenes work of the entire Jieyou Media team.

One of the costs is giving up social life, entertainment, and many other things.

While others are eating, drinking, and having fun, you must suppress your restless heart and work diligently.

In fact, despite being a popular star since enrolling in school, Du Jianuo doesn't actually have many friends.

He Min, who served as the student union president in her early years, is one of them; besides that, there is her roommate Ji Linlin, and one or two other female friends in the college with whom she gets along.

If you count on your fingers, the only good friend you have outside of school is Qi Baitao, who is about the same age.

After meeting by chance at Tianyu Media, the two became good friends.

In Du Jianuo's world, Qi Baitao is similar to her; she can completely let go of her status as a campus internet celebrity and be herself to the fullest.

Be a girl who is charming, mature, alluring, and bold, expressing all aspects of her personality.

Compared to when she first entered the industry, her views on live streaming and her thoughts on content have become more mature and rational, evolving from their initial naivety and absurdity.

She has gradually come to realize that most viewers' expectations for live streaming are, frankly speaking, nothing more than wanting to have some fun.

Everyone was just having fun.

They enjoy sensationalism and making outrageous statements. They like to idolize someone who is not worthy of their idolization for a moment, and then cruelly slander someone who is not so bad for a moment.

They are often easily moved, yet also easily angered; with just a little provocation, their emotions can erupt like a volcano.

Sometimes, she also feels that she is actually quite boring outside of dancing.

But she also understands that some people just love watching.

Watching it can become a habit.

Stretching, gazing at the starry sky, and inhaling the fresh scent of shower gel in the air, Du Jianuo sat in the spot where her boss used to sit, yawned, and was filled with emotion.

Will he come back tonight?

The message on WeChat, "Don't wait for me, go to sleep if you're sleepy," should be understood literally, right?

Just as she was about to pull the covers up and go to sleep, there was a click as the door opened.

(End of this chapter)