"I don't believe you. Make a call. If I'm wrong, I'll apologize," Zhao Yan said.
The viewers, always eager for drama, flooded the chat with requests for the girl to make the call.
Seeing the encouragement from so many people, the girl suddenly found her courage. She refused to believe that the person she had admired for so long, her "white moonlight," could be as Zhao Yan described.
Taking a couple of deep breaths, the girl picked up her phone, her trembling fingers dialing WeChat. She had wanted to do this for a long time but lacked the courage.
The WeChat voice call connected quickly.
"Hello, what are you doing?" the girl asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Watching a movie. Why are you calling me on WeChat today, Miao Miao? Do you need to borrow money?"
The girl took a deep breath and clenched her fists. "Zhang Fengling, I like you!"
"I've liked you since sophomore year, and I still do."
After she spoke, the girl closed her eyes nervously.
A surprised "Ah!" came from the other end of the line, followed by silence.
After more than ten seconds, the voice on the other end finally spoke, "I'm sorry, Miao Miao. I appreciate your feelings, but we're not a good match."
Remembering what Zhao Yan had said earlier, the girl asked, "Do you like men?"
"Ah!" The voice on the other end grew louder, filled with shock. "How did you know?"
Hearing this, the girl fought back tears. "I'm sorry for disturbing you."
With that, she hung up the phone.
Seeing the girl crying so heartbrokenly, the viewers in the livestream chat began to offer comfort.
"Chin up, girl. That guy was decent. He rejected you clearly and didn't string you along. Some people who like men don't admit it, and some poor girls even become 'same-sex wives' [tongqi]."
"Some even play around a lot and infect girls with viruses," Zhao Yan added by way of comfort.
"I'm sorry, my tone was a bit harsh earlier, but I'm feeling very upset right now. I'm going to hang up."
As the girl spoke, she was crying so hard that her nose started to run. A sob escaped, and a bubble of snot accidentally blew out.
Seeing the snot bubble, the chat erupted with laughter.
"I hope the girl from before finds happiness."
"For the next viewer, just send the message [May all lovers in the world become family] to participate," Zhao Yan said softly.
After these few lucky draws, Zhao Yan thought the viewers' enthusiasm might wane. To her surprise, it increased. The screen was filled with the message [May all lovers in the world become family], dazzling Zhao Yan.
"Counting down, three, two, one, stop!" Zhao Yan said softly.
After she finished, the drawing was complete. Zhao Yan glanced at the screen. "Congratulations to Mr. Zheng, who is living a good life."
As soon as Zhao Yan finished speaking, two rockets worth five hundred yuan each flew across the screen.
"Thank you, Mr. Zheng, who is living a good life, for the two big rockets. Thank you for your gifts."
"If you're ready, I'll connect the mic," Zhao Yan said softly.
She then sent the mic connection request. Five seconds later, the call was accepted.
The person connected was a middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing a golden chain around his neck.
"Hello, Master."
As he spoke, the middle-aged man turned his camera, revealing his home environment. Zhao Yan realized he was trying to show off his wealth. The account was also officially verified with a small yellow 'V'.
"Sister Zhao, this guy is a streamer. He has over 500,000 followers, but his popularity isn't as high as ours."
"His videos are all about showing off wealth. Even with so many fans, his traffic is less than a tenth of ours."
"And he doesn't follow us. He probably just saw our high online numbers and popularity, and wanted to piggyback on our traffic."
Zhao Yan had seen many bloggers who posted videos of luxury cars to attract fans. However, this was a lucky draw, and no matter who the person was or what their intentions were, once they were selected, the interaction had to proceed.
"Hello," Zhao Yan said softly.
After showing off his furniture, the middle-aged man went to his garage and started filming.
"Master, what do you think of my car!" httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"Hmm, it's very nice."
"What do you want to see?" Zhao Yan asked.
"This one is a limited edition sports car, priced at over a million yuan."
"And this one. This one is a bit more expensive than the other, just over five hundred thousand more."
Zhao Yan rubbed her temples. "I'm a fortune teller and physiognomist, not a car reviewer."
"If you don't want to see anything, I'll disconnect."
"Don't do that, Master. Let's chat more!"
"I find you attractive. Give me a chance. I'll support you for ten or eight years. I'm very generous, name your price."
[This guy is in trouble. How dare he speak so disrespectfully to the Master.]
[This dude isn't even a fan of the Master. He always tries to leech off other streamers' traffic. Whichever streamer is popular, he latches onto them. He deliberately says things to stir up trouble. Several streamers have fallen for his tricks before.]
[He probably doesn't even watch the Master's streams.]
[Everyone, please don't go to his stream, or you'll be tricked.]
[Holy cow! He didn't watch much, but he won the draw. Looks like he's truly a chosen unlucky person. But at least he didn't see the Master's stream, otherwise he probably wouldn't have dared to connect.]
His words ignited the anger of the netizens, who rushed to his livestream. Seeing more and more people entering his stream, he became even more smug.
Zhao Yan knew in her heart that the middle-aged man was deliberately saying these things to attract traffic. What was the fastest way to gain traffic? Creating conflict and drama. Indeed, he understood traffic.
Seeing his smug expression, Zhao Yan couldn't stand it. She looked intently at his face and quickly noticed something. Zhao Yan shrugged and sneered.
"Some wealth should not be flaunted, yet you display it to the world. Are you afraid people won't know how you acquired this money?"
The middle-aged man frowned slightly. "What's wrong with my money? I earned it all legitimately. What, are you jealous of the rich?"
"You don't need to be jealous. You can come and be my kept man."
Hearing this, the chat was filled with "You're finished, you're finished."
"It's just connecting with a fortune-telling blogger, why is everyone saying I'm finished?" the middle-aged man asked. He had used this method to gain traffic from many streamers without any issues. What could possibly go wrong connecting today?
As he spoke, the middle-aged man looked disdainful and continued to speak flippantly to Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan remained silent and instead dialed Officer Xiao Qin on WeChat.
The call was connected quickly.
"What is it, Miss Zhao?"
"Officer Xiao, I've brought you some performance. Please come to my livestream. My room number is 97241."