Th-this is… a man’s voice?!
Ji Mingrui’s eyes flew wide open, his mind involuntarily screaming a triple “WTF,” his mouth moving as if to say something—but his throat felt blocked by something, and no sound came out.
At that moment, sharp teeth pressed against his neck.
【No way! Dog food on the spot? Bro, I can’t handle this!】
【I came here to see a beauty, not to eat someone else’s PDA!】
【Woof woof woof?!】
From the livestream audience’s perspective, the beautiful girl had been interacting with them, waving and greeting… then suddenly leapt into Ji Mingrui’s arms, kissing him. It seemed like she was still nibbling, clinging to him, unwilling to let go.
The viewers were hit with a massive shock!
If Ji Mingrui could see the chat right now, he would have shouted curses: “F*** your dog food! I’m about to die, and you’re feeding me dog food?!”
“By my decree! Exorcise evil!”
Ji Mingrui had already prepared his last words when he suddenly heard a clear, piercing voice, followed by a sharp, blood-curdling scream in his ear!
The decibel was so high it nearly ruptured his eardrums.
Then, the weight on him suddenly lifted. His girlfriend shot back to a corner a few meters away, her eyes glowing a deep crimson, fixed on Ji Mingrui.
No—more precisely, she was looking through Ji Mingrui’s phone at Ye Zhishu.
“I underestimated you. Didn’t expect you had some skill.”
The voice was no longer disguised—a deep, commanding, masculine voice, full of righteousness.
“Thank you for the compliment.”
Ye Zhishu’s gaze met the screen, piercing through it, locking eyes with him.
【??? What just happened? Something flew past my eyes?!】
【Wait, where’s the beautiful girl? Why did I just hear a man’s voice?!】
【What are they even saying? I don’t understand… I’ve been in the livestream the whole time, who fast-forwarded me?!】
【I didn’t take my eyes off the screen for a second and I’m completely confused…】
Ji Mingrui finally breathed a sigh of relief. The lump in his throat released at last.
“Master! Master, save me! Save me! I don’t want to die!”
Looking at the two-meter distance between himself and his “girlfriend,” Ji Mingrui felt incredibly insecure in the private VIP room with just the two of them. He was terrified she might rush him again and sink those teeth in.
Clutching his phone, he cried bitterly, calling out to Ye Zhishu for help.
【That familiar formula… that familiar feeling… so, what did I miss?!】
【Ah! Someone tell me! What the hell just happened?!】
The livestream audience’s curiosity spiked.
Due to the camera angle, their view was limited. All they could see now was Ji Mingrui, crying and blubbering, completely stripped of the cool, arrogant, flashy demeanor he’d shown before.
Li Hui: … He shouldn’t have looked this pathetic while asking for help, right?
Although Li Hui didn’t know exactly what had happened to Ji Mingrui, he could vaguely guess and silently offered a three-second moment of sympathy.
“Want to save him? Then let’s see what you’re capable of, little girl.”
The “girlfriend” spoke, dripping with provocation toward Ye Zhishu.
Ye Zhishu remained silent, fingers forming a seal.
“Go!”
A golden beam shot out from her fingertips.
Before the “girlfriend” could react, a small mound, about the size of a soup bowl, appeared above her head.
“What is that…”
Ji Mingrui curled up in the corner of the booth, eyes wide, frozen in shock.
The mound radiated a turquoise-gold light, beams cascading down her sides, forming an invisible cage.
Ji Mingrui swallowed hard—the effect looked straight out of a movie.
“Trickery!”
The “girlfriend” snorted in disdain. Her once slender, delicate hands had transformed into sharp claws, long nails exuding black energy.
Swish—
The claws slashed out, as if trying to tear the golden light apart.
But the moment her nails touched the light, a sizzling sound rang out, like flesh being seared.
“How is this possible?!”
The “girlfriend” couldn’t believe it, panic flashing in her crimson eyes for the first time.
“Hey.”
Just as Ji Mingrui was staring dumbfounded, he heard Ye Zhishu’s lazy voice.
Ji Mingrui snapped back to reality.
“M-Master… are you… calling me?”
“Three minutes left.”
Ye Zhishu tapped her desk, reminding him.
Ji Mingrui froze, then realized what she meant. He instinctively checked the PK progress bar, cursing in his head—the bastards had secretly added another two hundred thousand points while he wasn’t paying attention!
He ignored the “girlfriend” and frantically tapped the screen.
His fingers were almost moving too fast to see, but luckily, the platform allowed him to input gift quantities directly, max 99.
The most expensive gift was the Carnival, costing 3,000 Huaxia Coins each—100 of them only amounted to 300,000.
Ji Mingrui smashed four batches of 99 Carnivals, and just before the PK ended, pushed Ye Zhishu’s livestream progress bar to the max, narrowly beating himself.
“Phew!”
He exhaled, fingers trembling from the effort even after stopping.
“Master, does this count as completing Task Two?”
Ji Mingrui leaned toward the camera, smiling obsequiously.
【Even though I don’t know what happened, honestly I liked his arrogant, rebellious attitude at the start.】
【Looking at all these Carnival effects… 15 minutes, almost 2 million in combined stream revenue… are we really using the same currency?】
【They should make special gifts for these rich guys. 99 is the platform limit, but not the limit of their wallets.】
“Mm, done.”
Ye Zhishu looked at the PK rewards and the newcomer ranking jump from 8th to 1st, a satisfied smile on her lips, looking at Ji Mingrui.
His heart skipped a beat, and he blurted out: “Master! There’s Task One too! I sent you my contact info backstage.”
Before Ye Zhishu could respond, he grabbed his phone and sent her his number.
Then, anxiously: “M-Master, I’ve sent it. Please… kindly add me.”
Ye Zhishu looked at him, half-amused, half-exasperated.
“Don’t be so nervous.”
She had just wanted to thank Ji Mingrui for giving up the Newcomer King position.
Currently, her livestream revenue approached 1.3 million, second place was Ji Mingrui with 1 million, and third had crashed to only 80,000.
With one minute to midnight, if Ji Mingrui didn’t chase, the Newcomer King title would go to Ye Zhishu.
The 50,000 official traffic bonus—secured!
Ji Mingrui forced a smile, uglier than crying.
His “girlfriend” was still glaring at him from a short distance—how could he not be nervous?
His heart was practically going to leap out of his chest.