Gentlemen, scoundrels... he had seen all kinds of people and heard all sorts of incredible stories. He had even hired so-called masters to consult on his company's projects. But deep down, he scoffed at such things. In Lin Tunan's view, most of these so-called masters were merely social facilitators, tools for expanding one's network. As for real skills? He could only laugh dismissively.
He had been a soldier in his youth and had even carried out secret missions. Could supernatural forces really stand up to machine guns and cannons?
This time, however, Lin Tunan was dumbfounded. He even began to suspect this was a conspiracy against him. He shook his head to clear it, mocking himself with a wry smile. How could that be? When will I ever change this paranoid nature of mine? Of course, he also remembered that he still had a promise to fulfill.
His mouse clicked incessantly on the Super Rocket button. The screen full of scrolling comments couldn't distract Lin Tunan from his curiosity about the young man. Could there really be a Domain in this world that I've never known of?
In stark contrast to the jubilation on screen, Lin Tunan was plunged into deep thought. It's time I got back in touch with Starry! He picked up a photo frame from his desk, looking tenderly at the woman inside.
「...」
Xia Liang assumed Lin Tunan's Super Rockets were for Yan Qianwei. What he didn't know was that Lin Tunan was actually interested in him. Meanwhile, Yan Qianwei was still thanking him profusely for the Super Rockets.
"Alright, miss, it's getting late, don't you think? Look, it's already dark. I really need to go get dinner!"
After his performance, Xia Liang no longer felt the earlier rush. In fact, he was starting to feel a bit jaded. Being showered with praise by a beautiful woman and countless netizens was an experience he had long since grown tired of.
"By the way, I still don't know your name." Yan Qianwei had finally calmed her racing heart.
"You actually remembered to ask? I was starting to think you wouldn't!"
Scratching her head, Yan Qianwei smiled awkwardly. "I just got too excited during the stream! Plus, you were so intimidating that it completely slipped my mind."
"Let me introduce myself properly. Hello, my name is Yan Qianwei," she said, extending her hand.
Xia Liang shot her a sidelong glance but reached out and shook her hand anyway. "I know your name is Yan Qianwei. I'm Xia Liang."
"Well then, Handsome Xia," Yan Qianwei offered, full of hopeful expectation, "now we're properly acquainted. You've been a great help today, so how about I treat you to dinner?"
"Whoa, hold on. I'm exhausted after a long day," Xia Liang said, waving his hand dismissively. "You should get back to your university too; it's quite a ways away, you know." The information he inadvertently let slip startled Yan Qianwei once again.
"Do I have any privacy left in front of you?" she murmured, glancing nervously at Xia Liang. She pulled her clothes tighter around herself as her face reddened with some unknown thought.
"What are you thinking about? I'm not some kind of creep. I'm just really tired and hungry. Let's eat some other day. You should get going now. Goodbye!" Xia Liang said with a wave.
"No, Master, we're still here!"
"Don't abandon us! We haven't had enough yet!"
"Don't go, handsome, let me look at you a little longer!"
"Master, don't leave! Your first and greatest disciple is still here!"
"Greetings, Eldest Senior Brother!"
"Greetings, Second Senior Brother!"
Hearing that Xia Liang was about to close up, the viewers who hadn't seen enough began to howl in protest. Today's content had been absolutely spectacular. Even veteran stream-watchers confessed they'd never seen a broadcast so incredible, and no one wanted it to end so soon.
Just as Xia Liang was about to say a few parting words to the viewers, police sirens suddenly blared from outside the Fortune-telling House.
Yan Qianwei: "?"
Xia Liang: "?"
Viewers: "?"
"What's happening? I followed some big spender dropping Super Rockets in here. Why do I hear sirens the moment I arrive?"
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By then, the army of viewers attracted by Lin Tunan's one hundred Super Rockets had flooded into the stream. The popularity of Yan Qianwei's stream continued to skyrocket, launching it directly into first place.
"Wow, the lady is gorgeous!"
"Debunking Fortune Telling? Is the handsome guy in sunglasses opposite her the Fortune Teller?"
"A girl with her looks is debunking frauds?"
"A guy with his looks needs to tell fortunes?"
"You two should just become celebrities!"
"But what's with the clear sound of police sirens outside?"
Xia Liang and Yan Qianwei were also bewildered.
"Did a viewer actually call the police?" The scrolling comments reminded Yan Qianwei.
"Oh no, it must be Wenwen!"
"Hm?" Xia Liang looked at her, confused.
"This is bad, really bad. I told my best friend to call the police if I was gone for more than an hour. She must have called them as soon as the time was up."
"Lady, doesn't your friend check in with you before calling the police?" Xia Liang asked with a look of utter exasperation.
"I... I told her specifically not to call me. What if I was in real danger? A call would have blown my cover," Yan Qianwei mumbled, lowering her head in shame. Her voice was as quiet as a buzzing mosquito.
"Hahaha!"
"Hahaha!"
"This Anchor's amazing! Her safety precautions are top-notch!"
"What a best friend!"
"The Anchor is hilarious, haha!"
As the viewers caught on, the stream was flooded with laughing comments.
"Quick, get the popcorn! Uncle Protector is about to come in. Time for the show!"
"The Anchor's done for!"
"The Anchor's done for!"
Yan Qianwei looked at the screen, which was now filled with comments full of schadenfreude from the viewers, and was on the verge of tears.
"Don't worry," Xia Liang quickly comforted her, "we just have to explain things clearly!" If she actually starts crying, this will be impossible to explain.
BANG!
Just then, a deafening crash came from the front door.
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