-999
-999
-I have a bad feeling.
-I also…………
Although I hate him, I never expected him to...
Airport.
Rick raised both hands, projecting them into the air.
Security check lady: "Sir, please let electronic products pass through security."
Rick: "Wait a minute, wait a minute."
Security check lady: "Sir...would you like to stand over there for a bit?"
Rick: "No! It's my turn in line!"
Security guard: "Sir, either put down your phone or take it and get out of here. You have ten seconds, please."
Rick: "..."
Security check lady: "First,"
Rick: "He figured it out! He's going to fill it in! Ahhh!"
A dormitory at Rongcheng University.
The boy drank some porridge, posted on Weibo, and was then added to a small group. The group consisted of people like him who had been scammed by Shan Yu. At a glance, there were over thirty members.
They didn't all initially intend to spend the night with Shan Yu. For example, the boy just wanted to see him in person and talk to him. His adoration wouldn't allow him to desecrate his idol.
It was Shan Yu who conveyed a lot of ambiguous messages and made various physical contacts, which made him dizzy and fall into her trap without realizing it.
The next day, when the boy woke up, he was still feeling sweet inside, thinking that he had been instantly smitten by his crush, which seemed too good to be true. However, when he discovered that the other person had disappeared without a trace, had not left a phone number, and was not checking any of his Weibo private messages, he gradually realized that he had been deceived.
In this era, many people don't care about having sex once or twice, but people are all different, and not everyone can casually give away their virginity without caring at all.
The boy wasn't like that; he regretted it.
The shackles began to break as he revealed his experiences. The comfort from friends in the small group who had similar experiences to his, and from kind strangers on Weibo, finally brought a smile to his face after a long time.
At this moment, everyone in the small group was watching the live stream together via voice chat.
Do you think he can calculate it correctly?
With thirty seconds left on the countdown, the boy asked a question in a low voice.
After a moment of silence, one person said, "If he's been a liar from the beginning, then he would. Cheating on women is just a trivial part of his cheating life, which is why he's repeated it so skillfully so many times."
On the track and field, beside the golden screen, Shan Yu shouted loudly, "I've figured it out!"
The countdown reached zero at that moment, and countless NPCs suddenly rushed forward, shouting "Ahhh!" as if they wanted to swallow them up.
"Shanyu! Once you've figured it out, go write it down!" Chengmei shouted.
The greatsword in her hand suddenly shone brightly, then slowly shrank, forming a black square box.
Wen Zheng brandished a measuring ruler, while the king stood empty-handed, tilting his head slightly.
The mountain rain, carrying the hopes of everyone, stretched out its arms like a knife and wrote three large numbers in the golden barrier—[999].
With a crisp sound of a mirror shattering, the world paused again. He turned around happily: "That's right! Nine hundred and ninety-nine represents infinity, dissatisfaction with the status quo, and the eternal pursuit of becoming stronger! Quick, while we have the chance, let's go down and take the poison from the protagonist's hand..."
"Little Z?"
He had already run to the corner of the dark backstage corridor, and only when he turned his head did he realize that Wen Zheng and the King had not followed. Turning around, he saw the two standing in the green grass, their expressions indifferent.
The golden sunlight enveloped them, like indifferent gods.
A sudden chill ran through the mountain rain.
Chengmei ran halfway when she saw the mountain rain had stopped, and she looked outside as well: "What's going on with you two? Come on! Is there anything outside?"
Wen Zheng pointed to the paper on the ground that had been stepped on: "He miscalculated."
"What?" Chengmei was stunned, and followed to arrange the notes neatly. "How could it be wrong? The door was already open..."
She picked up the marker, calculated a few steps on the paper, and then froze.
"Really? It's 1041... Does this mean we've failed?"
Hearing this, he didn't answer, but stared intently at Shan Yu, then suddenly smiled: "No, we succeeded, because there was a 'cheater'... who could correct all the mistakes. Isn't that right, Mr. Hong Zhenyu?"
My heart pounded like a drum in the mountain rain.
Blood slowly surged to his brain, threatening to burst him out.
In the light, Wen Zheng's gaze seemed to pierce him against the wall. The king was nonchalant, as if he didn't care at all, while Cheng Mei was surprised, but there was no trace of regret in her eyes, only a hint of disgust.
Why?
Where did things go wrong?
How did Wen Zheng know his real name?
How could he have miscalculated the numbers? He clearly memorized them at home for a long time—wrong?
Shan Yu suddenly exclaimed in shock: "You framed me!?"
Wen Zheng: "Forcibly pinning the blame on an innocent person is what constitutes framing. Are you innocent? How did you calculate your 999?"
"...It was supposed to be 999, Chengmei must have miscalculated, no, it wasn't her, it was me who miscalculated, yes, yes, I accidentally miscalculated. It's really hard to calculate without paper, it was just a lucky accident..." Cold sweat poured down his forehead, his mind racing. Where did he go wrong? Why did he go wrong? How much did he know? Would he be reported?
"You're saying you used the wrong numbers we provided, performed incorrect calculations, and just happened to get the correct result?" Wen Zheng coldly replied, "Do you think anyone would believe that?"
"…………" Shan Yu opened his mouth several times, then closed it again.
No answer.
Chengmei's gaze towards me was already strange.
There is no evidence.
As long as I insist that I miscalculated, they can't do anything to me. The more I say, the more mistakes I'll make. I'll go back to the platform; my agent will help me. I'm a streamer earning 100,000 a month; my future is bright.
The platform will not abandon me.
"Beep beep beep—" A blood pressure warning suddenly sounded in his ear, reminding him that there was a potential health hazard. Shan Yu's pale face immediately lit up with joy.
He can still log off. Yes, we can talk about it later. He can still log off now!
After a brief moment of dizziness, he sat up abruptly, feeling an itch in his throat and a spasm from excessive tension in his stomach.
Shan Yu jumped up, grabbed the wall, and stumbled to the front of the host computer.
The left screen displayed his live stream page, while the right screen showed Weibo. It was so blatantly obvious that it entered his field of vision without giving him a chance to escape.
Shan Yu felt as if someone was choking him, making it difficult for him to breathe.
How could this happen? How could it suddenly turn out like this!
My homepage is pinned to the top with rows and columns of insults and condemnations.
Netizen A: He went offline? Feeling guilty? I was wavering for a second, but seeing his behavior, it's confirmed.
Netizen B: This person is disgusting. Is he even human?
Netizen C: Forwarding [police report], eel, your uncle has been arrested.
Netizen d: This is a disgrace to our Xia Kingdom! I get so angry just thinking about it that I tremble with rage. How could there be such scum? We've lost all face in the eyes of the Allied nations. Scrolling through foreign websites, I feel like burying this dog-eel in the mud.
Netizen e: Dog Eel, your affair with your fans has been exposed, and now you're offline? Did you see that? Should we all chip in and have sex with you a few times too?
…………
Shan Yu's hands trembled as he frantically closed the webpage. Sweat seeped out, leaving a cold, sticky residue.
Shifting the gaze to the right, his live stream became even more frenzied.
-Screen recording
-I recorded this last little segment; DM me if you need it.
Can I get a refund? Can AiMao Live return the money I tipped?
I've liked you for five years, and only today have I realized I was blind. You disgusting liar.
-fraud
- Scammer scammer scammer
…………
Knock knock knock.
There was a sudden knock on the door.
Shan Yu screamed in fright, slipped on his chair, and sat down on the ground.
who?
Who would come looking for me at this time?
Fans who had made plans with him? The upstairs neighbor? His manager?
He calmed his breathing for a moment, wiped the sweat from his brow with a tissue, and forced himself to stay calm. He had relatives and a company. Besides, he was a citizen of Xia Country, a country allied with; so what if they sued him across borders?
The act of faking something can be explained as wanting to give fans a better live stream experience, but the act of sleeping with fans was brought up by the fans themselves. They are all adults, so what's wrong with that?
Yes, calm down, calm down...
Shan Yu walked heavily to the door and quietly opened it a crack.
A stranger flashed his badge: "Open the door, police!"
Author's Note: Pink-haired Lolita: I'm not Wendy, I'm your new important supporting character, hehe~, the world's number one wingman!
(I'm so sorry, I'm kneeling down and kowtowing! Today I'm a headless pigeon writing on the train and posting in the hotel. I'll try my best to update tomorrow, if I do, it will be in the early morning.)
(I'll make up for what I owe when I get back, *mua* to the group (praising the pigeon head))