Clent Winter and his primary apprentice were wandering aimlessly on the street.
"Where on earth is everyone?"
The primary apprentice wailed, almost losing hope.
They had walked through several streets, but their master was nowhere to be found, nor were the other three grandmasters.
No reward card.
The number of viewers wasn’t increasing.
"Bro, let’s grab sothing to eat first, don’t worry."
Clent was quite laid-back, strolling leisurely without a trace of urgency, handing a bag of chips to his primary apprentice as he wandered with his phone.
Holding the chips, the primary apprentice looked puzzled, "Where did you get these?"
In the blink of an eye, Clent had three packs of chips in his arms.
Like magic.
"Oh, a fan who ran by just handed them to ," Clent explained.
Primary apprentice: "..."
It wasn’t unusual for fans to give Clent snacks, and the veteran guests were used to it.
This guy was naturally adored by mom fans and sister fans.
It’s envious.
With a weary sigh, the primary apprentice tore open the chip bag, stuffing chips into his mouth while muttering about being the "self-destructive duo."
"No rush, keep it cool."
Clent comforted, patting the primary apprentice on the back.
"..."
The primary apprentice gave him a strange look as Clent took the chips.
Under the primary apprentice’s watchful gaze, Clent ca to his senses, blinked, and silently pulled his hand back.
He quietly defended himself, "I really didn’t an it..."
The primary apprentice wasn’t petty enough to fuss about it, and after a sigh, leaned over his phone screen.
He asked, "Anyone heard from the masters—"
The request for help wasn’t finished.
Because, at the sa ti, the barrage on the phone screen exploded.
[Family Mart.]
[Family Mart.]
[Family Mart.]
...
[God Z has been found at Family Mart on Skybridge Street! They’re planning to ambush God Z!]
[Hurry to Family Mart! God Z is there!]
[Soone has already found Nora Scott! Their viewers are skyrocketing!]
...
"Bro, Family Mart!" Clent’s eyes lit up, "Let’s go find Nora!"
The primary apprentice was a bit puzzled, "But if we want the reward card, finding her won’t help."
Barrage—
[It will help!]
[God Z is the key to everything!]
[Find her, and you’ve won!]
Clent said, "There are viewers! Everyone’s looking for her."
"That’s true." The primary apprentice nodded, "Let’s find the master first, maybe we can ride the wave."
Barrage—
[Hurry up!]
[Stop dawdling!]
[Everyone’s riding on your master’s popularity, hurry and catch so of it too!]
...
Urged on by the barrage, Clent and his primary apprentice felt amused yet exasperated, following the fans’ directions towards Family Mart.
However, because Clent had a poor sense of direction, he kept leading them the wrong way, making the primary apprentice equally lost.
Though it was a short walk, only a minute or two away, they kept taking wrong turns, and upon checking navigation, found they were getting farther away instead.
Clent: "..."
Primary apprentice: "..."
The two stared at each other helplessly.
Barrage—
[Directionally challenged!]
[Dimwits!]
[You’re hopeless!]
"Alright, alright, stop complaining, we’ll rush over to save the master now."
Nervous but still trying to calm the audience, Clent mumbled.
To reduce the ti on the road, the two dared not dawdle and almost ran there. — Of course, this ti the primary apprentice led the way the entire ti.
When they reached the vicinity, they witnessed a highly dramatic scene—
Nora Scott asked, "Are the reward cards not important?"
"Honestly, not as important as you—"
The veteran guest’s words ca to a sudden stop.
Everyone present, as well as the audience in the two livestream rooms, clearly saw—
Nora Scott took out a stack of reward cards.
Each grandmaster had three.
However, in Nora Scott’s hand, there were as many as twelve cards, all reward cards gathered.
"How co they’re all in your hands?" The veteran guest was stunned for a mont, finally regaining his senses, but his hotown accent slipped out, "What did you do to our master?"
Using the stiff cards as a fan, Nora fanned herself, leisurely saying, "They’re all fine."
The veteran guest hesitated, exchanged a look with the new guest, then stared at Nora Scott.
He said, "I don’t believe you."
"You could tell?" Nora Scott followed his lead, closing her eyes and fabricating, "They’re all tied up and thrown into the stinking drain, waiting for you to rescue them."
Veteran guest new guest: "..."
Show crew: "..."
The nearby caraman was delighted, laughing so hard he almost dropped the cara.
The show crew had only sent one caraman to follow Nora Scott, and only the caraman knew what was happening there.
So, except for Nora Scott and the photographer—
Everyone who saw this scene was completely baffled.
What on earth is going on?
Christopher Sullivan quickly used the walkie-talkie to contact the other master’s photographers.
The responses he got were—
"Reward card? Didn’t lose it, right. t Nora Scott, but just said hello."
"What? I don’t know about that. I’ve never seen the master take out a reward card."
"The master just brushed past Nora Scott, no other contact."
With the photographers’ responses, Christopher had a strange idea, first instructing the photographers not to ntion the reward card to the master, then he beckoned the photographer in charge of Nora to co over and ask about the situation.
Lighting a cigarette, Christopher raised an eyebrow and asked, "What’s the situation?"
"She stole it!" the photographer said excitedly.
"What?"
Christopher was stunned, feeling like he heard wrong.
"It’s true!" the photographer said, "Legendary Expert Thief!"
The photographer explained the incident to Christopher—
About twenty minutes ago.
Nora Scott was wandering the streets, feeling very bored, and when she passed a boutique, she saw a stack of cards and suddenly got interested, so she went into the store and bought them.
The cards she bought were the sa size as the show’s reward cards, enough to pass off as real.
Then, she "accidentally" t up with those masters one by one.
"For the sake of convenient filming, she communicated with before acting, telling her general plan. At first, I was skeptical, didn’t think she would succeed."
"After she t the first one, my eyes captured nothing, I thought she failed. Later, after watching the rewind, I discovered she had already swapped them."
"Really, with just one eting, brushing arms, she silently swapped all the cards."
...
The more the photographer talked, the more excited he beca, as if he had been injected with adrenaline, full of energy.
So rare!
In the industry for so long, seen all sorts of guests, never seen anyone this amazing!
——This is truly "aweso" in every sense of the word!
After hearing the photographer’s account, the surrounding staff were all left in a daze, their expressions difficult to describe.
She just showcased a perfect skill in the morning—
How long has it been, and she’s now beco an Expert Thief?
Exactly how many aweso skills does this person have?
"Let see."
Christopher took a deep drag on his cigarette, then stubbed it out, gesturing for the photographer to co closer.
He just couldn’t believe it—
Is this sothing a human could do?!
With this doubt, Christopher watched the replay on the cara and ended up being figuratively slapped by the real footage. After watching for a long ti, he silently raised his hand to touch his cheek, feeling a bit sore.
Seeing Christopher’s indescribable expression, the photographer smiled, "Director Sullivan, shocking, right?"
"Get more people to follow her—" Christopher’s words were cut short when he glanced at the supermarket entrance and realized all four guests, along with Nora Scott, had vanished, and he was suddenly stunned, "Where are they?"
Not only the guests, but many of the staff were also gone.
"They left a long ti ago."
The photographer explained, "The reward cards are all in her hands, and following her live stream can gain viewers, so they all ran after her."
Christopher: "..."
Alright then.
Originally designed as a prop NPC, she’s now beco the leader of the entire segnt, completely beyond control.
However——
Christopher was happy to see it happen.
The production team didn’t expect this, nor would the audience. When the show airs, the turn of events will be more interesting.
As for this segnt, even if it goes haywire, it’s just a matter of who the reward card belongs to.
The production team had considered every situation, not to the point of being unable to conclude.
Returning the cara, Christopher instructed, "Take more shots of Nora Scott."
This girl is truly a treasure.
*
"Luna, what’s the situation?"
In Luna Durant’s group was a young man who had just reached adulthood.
He was holding his phone, looking at the ssy comnts with a baffled expression. Looking at the number of live viewers again, he was depressed to the point his stomach hurt.
The numbers were plumting, already down to three hundred thousand.
"What?"
Luna searched around with her eyes, absentmindedly responding.
"The comnts were just about ’Family Mart,’ now they’re saying ’All the cards are with Nora Scott.’"
The young man was confused, puzzledly asked, "What does that an?"
"Don’t know."
Hearing the na ’Nora Scott,’ Luna’s face dropped.
Initially, their goal was "complete the task, get the cards," so they weren’t attentive to the live audience, with only the young man occasionally checking and interacting with the viewers to get the information they wanted.
Luna practically ignored the whole process.
Naturally, during their "chasing the masters" process, they missed out on a lot of information.
The comnts were going crazy——
[Why give up treatnt!]
[Definitely gonna lose!]
[Kid, don’t waste ti, better cling onto Nora Scott’s leg tightly.]
...
The young man: "..."
Isn’t Nora Scott just an NPC, why cling to her leg?
While they were cluelessly looking for people, what exactly happened?
Feeling doubtful, the young man wanted to communicate with the comnters, but before he could start, he heard Luna shout—
"Found it, over here!"
At the sound of it, he looked up to see Luna rushing up with a quick stride.
There was a monk representing Arhat Fist.
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