"Master, how did you get up there," the eldest disciple eagerly stepped forward, "Co down first—"
The word "first" hadn’t even finished when the heroine leaped down.
A wall more than two ters high, she jumped down without blinking, a sight that made people’s hearts skip a beat.
But, she landed steadily, without a scratch.
Eldest disciple: "..."
"Here."
Nora Scott handed over the card that marked the completion of their second task.
"Thank you, Master!" Holding the card, the eldest disciple breathed a sigh of relief and couldn’t help but grin with delight. "Did they not give you any trouble?"
Nora Scott turned her head slightly, frowning lightly, her eyebrows full of disdain, "Just them?"
"..."
The eldest disciple honestly shut his mouth.
Having heard her "words that shock people to death," the eldest disciple sincerely felt that it was better to find so calr topics to discuss.
The master and two disciples, chatting as they walked along.
Since the two of them were carrying water buckets and had to hold up their phones for livestreaming, it was a bit strenuous. After a while, Nora Scott naturally took over the phone Clent Winter was holding.
The comnts instantly—
[Goddess, look here! Look here!]
[God Z, can you roast once?]
[Roast ! Roast to death!]
[Oh my God, God Z took over the livestream! Can we ask for more live updates online?]
As Nora Scott adjusted the cara, she inadvertently glanced at these comnts, and imdiately curved her lips into a light smile.
"Are you all endlessly having fun?" Nora Scott laughed, "I’m supposed to have a pretty good temper."
[Roasting Z said she has a pretty good temper, and I believe it.]
[Here’s a joke: Nora Scott has a pretty good temper.]
[I believe it.]
[I believe it. 1]
...
Nora Scott speechless, strolled alongside the two, chat idly with the livestream audience, "Who has the highest popularity in the livestream now?"
[Point the cara at yourself and we’ll tell you.]
[Point the cara at yourself and we’ll tell you. 1]
[Point the cara at yourself and we’ll tell you. 1]
Nora Scott adjusted the livestream cara back, facing herself, presenting her appearance to the audience.
[Your new disciple’s group.]
[Their numbers are twice as much as yours.]
[Beautiful, please help our Winter to gain so popularity, we’re begging you.]
[We’re begging you, pretty please.]
...
"I’ve only livestread once, I don’t have much experience." Nora Scott asked, "How do you gain popularity?"
[Just point your stunning face at the cara!]
[Do anything, as long as your face is in the livestream!]
[We’ll go promote in the super topic right away!]
...
Seeing these comnts, Nora Scott simply held up a selfie stick, aiming the phone cara at herself, and then left the netizens hanging while she walked towards the courtyard at the end of the alley with Clent Winter and her eldest disciple.
And, in just this short stretch of road, the livestream’s popularity soared.
In the courtyard at the end of the alley.
The two finally poured the water from the wooden bucket into the water tank.
"Nora," as soon as the bucket was empty, Clent Winter, excitedly ran over to Nora Scott, saying, "Why don’t you help us livestream for a while, increase a bit of popularity, while we borrow so props."
Nora Scott responded with an ’uh-huh’, then thinking of sothing, asked: "Is it against the rules?"
The program team: Are you aware of the concept of ’rules’?
"Not against the rules!" Clent Winter decisively said, "The rules don’t say NPCs can’t do livestreams!"
The program team: ... Gosh, we just never thought any NPC would want to do a livestream!
"Alright."
Nora Scott readily agreed.
At this mont, the eldest disciple eagerly brought over a chair, placed it behind her, then eagerly wiped the table, "Master, have a seat."
Nora Scott sat down, slightly embarrassed.
Afterwards, the eldest disciple forcibly demanded a packet of lon seeds, a packet of spicy sticks from the program crew sister, and also got so snacks previously given to Winter from Winter’s assistant, piling them all in front of Nora Scott.
"Master, enjoy slowly, we’ll be right back."
The eldest disciple, acting like a clown, did all this and whisked away with Clent Winter.
Clent Winter: "Nora, I have a packet of chicken feet hidden in my bag, take it if you want!"
Assistant: ???
Yesterday barbecue, today chicken feet, Winter, you won’t have any snacks for the next month!
Seeing them so cheery, the netizens laughed along.
[Poor Winter Lad, the chicken feet are definitely gone.]
[Beauty, hurry and find Winter’s chicken feet, or the assistant will confiscate them soon!]
[Don’t waste the chicken feet!]
...
Nora Scott placed the phone on the snack-laden table in front of her and leisurely cracked lon seeds.
In three minutes, the popularity surged by a million.
The livestream effectively broke the six-million viewer mark.
[Beauty even eating lon seeds is beautiful!]
[I could quietly watch her eat lon seeds all day.]
[?? I actually don’t feel bored at all?]
[God Z, rember to drink so water!]
...
Nora Scott occasionally glanced at the comnts, chatting with them whenever she saw sothing interesting. Each ti she’d engage, the comnts would multiply exponentially, flashing by faster than Nora Scott could keep up with.
After a while.
The comnts just died down when, suddenly, without warning, they erupted.
[Rain: Sent a flying rocket.]
[Rain: Sent a flying rocket.]
[Rain: Sent a flying rocket.]
...
Gifts worth a thousand dollars each, a steady stream of a hundred of them.
Instantly, the popularity skyrocketed.
The live streaming rooms for recording variety shows were all jumbled up, and only those with the room number given by the official blog could enter. Unless fans were following the official blog and super topics, they wouldn’t know about the live broadcast at all.
So, the four live streaming rooms, although they were all celebrities, would barely hit three or four million viewers at most.
Once Nora Scott took over Clent Winter’s live streaming room, managing to attract six million viewers was already quite impressive.
And then—
Gift rewards are a form of promotion that appears on the hopage.
With this wave of overwhelming large donations, the popularity skyrocketed in a short ti.
Amidst a flood of gifts, there was also soone’s overwhelming premium comnt—
[Rain: Hey beauty, sing us a song.]
[Rain: Hey beauty, sing us a song.]
[Rain: Hey beauty, sing us a song.]
...
Audience: ???
Why does this ID look so familiar?
Then, a big wave of Rain fans began flooding the screen—
[Not gonna lie, a minute ago I was still in Rain God’s live room.]
[Not gonna lie, a minute ago I was still in Rain God’s live room.]
[Not gonna lie, a minute ago I was still in Rain God’s live room.]
...
A minute ago, Miguel Smith was in the middle of a ga live stream.
After finishing a match, he just wanted to take a break and chat with the audience through the comnts. Then he accidentally saw a comnt saying "Nora Scott is live, eating seeds to boost her popularity," and he got interested, so he asked for the room number.
As soon as he entered the room, he made a big move and directly put Nora Scott’s scrambled live room on top of the hourly gift ranking list with a wave of gifts.
His fans all ca to join in the fun.
The audience who were already in the room started to happily stir things up—
[Rain God is here!]
[Is the relationship confird now?]
[This show of affection is breathtaking.]
[Check out the rich man’s protective wife move!]
...
After they stirred things up for a while, Nora Scott finally noticed the comnts flooding the screen.
She was slightly taken aback.
At this mont, Miguel Smith swamped the screen with another wave of gifts, followed by a stream of "Hey beauty, sing us a song" premium comnts.
Nora Scott furrowed her brow, "Feeling mischievous, aren’t you?"
[Rain: Eating seeds is so boring, want to join for a ga?]
Nora Scott: "No."
[Rain: Then how about performing the chest stone breaking act, it perfectly matches your current vibe.]
Nora Scott: "..."
[Oh no, oh no, looks like Rain God is heading for dostic violence!]
[Rain God is playing the online daredevil now.]
[He’s going to have to kneel on the washboard when he gets ho.]
[Is Nora Scott’s boyfriend Rain, Mr. Langley, or Boss Nogueira?]
[Obviously Rain, isn’t the pink bubble in the live room clear enough? Have you ever seen Rain throw gifts to a live broadcast aside from his peers?]
...
Nora Scott looked sullenly at these comnts based on guesses.
Of all tis, she couldn’t explain it away now.
Responding directly at this mont would only make things worse. If she disclosed it was Pedro Langley... Pedro would probably have a headache to deal with.
——Miguel Smith, you’re dood.
On the other side, Miguel Smith seed to sense the murderous intent and didn’t dare chat further with Nora, keeping quiet.
However, in the eyes of the audience, his compliance was purely just—
caught red-handed, feeling guilty.
Nora Scott cracked a sunflower seed with so annoyance.
Damn.
Going to sort this guy out when I get back.
Within two minutes, the live room was bombarded again by comnts—
[Butler Loxley: Gifted a flying rocket.]
[Butler Loxley: Gifted a flying rocket.]
[Butler Loxley: Gifted a flying rocket.]
...
Yet another wave of gifts, nearly a hundred of them.
Audience: "..."
[Isn’t Butler Loxley the grandpa fan who’s recently been attracting lots of followers for Nora Scott?]
[???]
[Turns out the butler is a rich man too.]
[Ahhh, I know this Butler Loxley, thirty thousand followers on Weibo, all Nora Scott fans!]
[I’ve followed Butler Loxley! Love the daily butler updates he posts!]
...
The fan comnts were completely overshadowed.
No one noticed these.
Because, coming up next—
[Pedro Langley: Gifted a flying rocket.]
[Pedro Langley: Gifted a flying rocket.]
[Pedro Langley: Gifted a flying rocket.]
...
[Henry Chapman: Gifted a flying rocket.]
[Henry Chapman: Gifted a flying rocket.]
[Henry Chapman: Gifted a flying rocket.]
...
Audience: ???
Program team: ???
The bosses, what’s going on?
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