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In the world of martial arts, victory or defeat often comes down to speed.
Although Xie Zhengjie could now read and write Chinese, he wasn’t yet comfortable with the touchscreen typing system.
The young man felt dissatisfied with his progress.
He felt he needed to train himself to type faster because his responses to Chen Linyao were embarrassingly slow.
Wasn’t this equivalent to a minor defeat at her?
What if she started bombarding him with rapid-fire messages in the future?
What would he do then?
When she asked why he took so long to reply earlier, he knew she hadn’t meant to tease him, but it still irritated him.
Even the gang leader who had been bullied by him—um, the one he educated—was more capable than him.
Compared to the average person, his typing speed might as well have been that of a crawling turtle.
That was terrible.
As he mulled this over, his gaze landed on a device in Chen Linyao’s room that resembled a smaller television.
Initially, he had assumed it was just another TV, but this one had several strange peripherals connected to it.
Moreover, it seemed to possess some unique capabilities—he had seen Chen Linyao using it a few days ago.
On the desk next to the device was a rectangular board covered in buttons.
The symbols on it looked familiar.
Upon closer inspection, he realized it was a larger version of the keyboard he used on his phone.
This version, however, had several extra keys.
He tried to recall his memory.
At that time, Chen Linyao had used this device.
What did she say?
That was it.
He consulted Baidu once more.
After a brief study session, he decided that this device could be an excellent tool for improving his hand speed.
Hours later, the streaming channel of Miss Red Mask went live again.
A small number of fans who had previously been heartbroken over the presence of the handsome man in her room decided to take a peek.
They were stunned to find that the handsome man himself was now streaming.
The mysterious man had only appeared briefly before but hadn’t made waves online.
However, he did manage to cultivate a small group of fans who were eager to support him, no matter what he streamed—simply because he was extremely good-looking.
Miss Red Mask’s channel had been silent for days.
When it went live again, Xie Zhengjie’s casual fans quickly showed up to see.
When they saw the handsome man online, they started leaving greeting comments.
‘Finally, the handsome one has arrived.’
‘Hello, handsome.’
‘Handshaking tickets, please.’
‘Don’t rush to comment yet.
Let him introduce himself first.
But if you’re offering a dinner ticket, I’ll be the first in line.’
The influx of comments from female fans was overwhelming.
Xie Zhengjie realized he was onto something.
This was akin to a barrage of messages—an opportunity to practice his responses.
‘Greetings.
My name is Xie Zhengjie.’
‘Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.’
‘The handsome one has revealed his name!’
‘Even your name is charming.’
‘Mr.
Xie, can I get a handshaking ticket, please?’
Xie Zhengjie was momentarily stunned.
How was he supposed to respond to these people?
Their remarks weren’t even questions—they were all compliments.
He turned to Baidu again, searching for what to do when someone compliments you.
‘Thank you.
Perhaps there are many people more handsome than I am, though I’m not entirely sure,’ he replied with honesty.
‘666666666.
Handsome Xie, you’re so funny.’
‘I love your sense of humor.’
‘As for me, I love you—even if you weren’t funny.’
Though he hadn’t intended to be joking, the positive reactions reassured him that Baidu was, indeed, reliable.
After a brief exchange with his audience, someone asked:
‘What does this channel stream, anyway?’
‘Miss Red Mask—it seems like it’s a gaming stream.’
‘Handsome, are you going to stream a game?’
‘He’s got to be a gaming god.
Let’s call him Xie Da Shen.’
‘Commenter above, how can you call him Da Shen without seeing his skills?
For all you know, he might be as chicken as Miss Red Mask.”
Fans of Chen Linyao, long-time followers of her channel, seemed to feel betrayed seeing the handsome man streaming instead.
They began stirring up trouble.
‘You’re just jealous of Da Shen Xie.
Do you think he wouldn’t crush you?’
‘Brainless fangirls, can’t you see he types like a snail?
He’s definitely disabled.’
Xie Zhengjie’s eyebrow twitched.
The argument between Chen Linyao’s sarcastic fan trolls and Xie Zhengjie’s adoring female fans began to escalate.
‘Xie Da Shen would never lose to trolls like you.’
‘Even if it’s unlikely, if Mr.
Xie loses, I’ll take him out to dinner to cheer him up.
I know some great restaurants.
We’ll dine on the rooftop of the city’s tallest hotel.’
Seizing the opportunity, a new battle started from another angle.
‘The commenter above is just an opportunist.’
‘Rich people are disgusting.’
‘Let’s not fight among ourselves.
If Mr.
Xie agrees to start selling handshake tickets, I think we can all come to an agreement.’
‘Handshake tickets +1.’
‘I want a two-shot.’
‘Two-shot +1!
Let’s discuss the rules.’(A two-shot refers to a photo with two people in the same frame.)