She glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table.
It was one minute to eight.
She let out a slow breath, pulled her legs up, wrapped one arm around them, rested her chin on her knees, and then used her phone to open Cool Ridge dia, pasting and searching the copied room number.
Zero...
Unexpectedly, Zero was willing to appear for Nora Scott.
I wonder if Zero will show his true face in today’s live broadcast.
She clicked in.
Right at eight o’clock, the live broadcast started.
A figure flickered on the screen.
In that instant, Sophie Scott felt like her throat was being squeezed, a bucket of cold water poured over her head, stifling her breathing and leaving her body cold.
How could it be...
How could it be?!
*
In a TV station, a lounge room.
Before eight o’clock, Clent Winter quickly finished recording and dashed back to the lounge.
"Before I co out, no one can co in! Got it?!"
He shoved the assistant to the door, gripping the assistant’s shoulder tightly, giving a very serious and earnest order.
"..."
The assistant swallowed, nodding stiffly.
Those who knew understood he was in the lounge waiting for Zero’s live broadcast, those who didn’t... might have thought he was up to sothing illegal!
"Thanks!"
Patted heavily on the shoulder, Clent imdiately darted back into the lounge.
Left outside, the assistant silently took out his phone, opened Cool Ridge dia.
At eight sharp.
Hearing the excited shouts of "ah ah ah—" from the lounge, the assistant’s mouth twitched, helplessly looked down and clicked into a certain live room, and then—
"Holy shit."
The assistant’s expression changed suddenly, unable to hold back, swearing out loud.
*
[???]
[!!!]
[...]
An endless stream of symbol comnts, in an instant, filled the entire live broadcast.
[Who are you, beauty!]
[Stop joking!!! Nora Scott, is God Z standing next to you!!]
[Holy shit shit shit shit shit!]
[Oh my god, my heart disease is about to act up!]
[Damn, looking like this is illegal!]
Amid countless incredulous comnts, a premium comnt descended from the sky—
[Breaking news: Nora Scott bought Zero’s account confird at a high price!]
Instantly, the screen was filled with the sa sentence, making all those viewers unwilling to accept the reality feel relieved.
Imdiately following, another premium comnt swept across the screen—
[Turn off comnts, admire the Heavenly Immortal!]
Netizens: Shut off comnts your butt! These premium comnts are too much! Can’t they let others have a say!
However, indeed many people conscientiously turned off the comnts, silently admiring the Heavenly Immortal’s visage.
Nora Scott’s face hadn’t made an impression in the entertainnt industry for a long ti, so they could only look back at old pictures and videos, reminiscing her forr looks.
Appearing today in the form of a live broadcast, it truly stunned everyone.
With long hair down, a bare face, wearing a black and white hollowed-out knit sweater, lazily casual, looking very holy.
Under the soft lighting, her red lips and white teeth, brows like a painting, ice-like skin and jade-like bones, every smile and frown exuding flamboyant beauty, every move oozing a strong aura, beauty so incredible you couldn’t take your eyes off it.
[The Heavenly Immortal has no makeup! No filter! No beautification!]
[This level of beauty is driving crazy! Ahhh!]
[awsl!]
[Whoever you are! As long as you do a live broadcast, I can keep watching! For a lifeti!]
[Recklessly beautiful!]
...
Spinning a digital pen between her fingers, she tilted her head, glanced at the full-screen comnts, her voice low and cool, "Let introduce myself, I’m Nora Scott, a minor actress and a second-rate comic artist."
Pressing her thumb on the digital pen, the pen stopped, she said leisurely, "I heard I was impersonated by myself, so I ca out to clarify."
[Ahhhh the most unlikely speculation has been triggered!]
[I don’t believe I don’t believe I don’t believe it! I absolutely don’t believe it!!! Ahhhhh!!!]
[How to clarify? Just doing a live broadcast to prove your identity?]
[Imprisoning or bribing God Z, then impersonating that kind of clarification? Young lady, our netizens’ imagination is quite big, you know.]
[Beauty, your statent on the live broadcast might not fully convince us, you know.]
[Based on Zero’s style, there will definitely be more straightforward evidence to prove it, can you provide it?]
[What did God do when creating you, how can even your voice be so pleasant?]
...
"How to clarify..." Nora Scott tilted her head and asked Pedro Langley off-cara, "Is it okay?"
"Yeah."
Pedro Langley replied with one word.
Casually, yet with a deep and magnetic voice, eliciting another round of squeals from the netizens.
Then, the live screen suddenly flashed, and two images overlapped.
One was a computer screen display, occupying the entire broadcast, another was aid at Nora Scott, reduced to the bottom right corner.
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