novelzi Chapter 18.1
Chapter 18.1
Why don’t you tell me bedtime stories? (Part One)
Never mind Ren Xingliu, even Peng Hui himself would never have imagined that things would develop into this.
He ran over small streamers less popular than when he was, like driving a light vehicle on a familiar road, and he had never flipped over his car before.
Even if the circumstances set Shao Wei’s livestream on fire, as long as he played his cards right, controlling public opinion wouldn’t be a problem.
When Peng Hui disconnected the PK mode, he had already thought of how to splash dirty water on Shao Wei and the guy who suddenly appeared on the screen.
Calling that person a shrill on his livestream was just the bedcover. There was more to come, with even better methods, which would definitely make it difficult for them to clear with their mouths.
Unexpectedly, before the broadcast ended, Peng Hui received a call from the team, and the other person scolded him: “Are you a bad guy? In front of hundreds of thousands of people, you said that the prince of the Ren family is a trust?”
However, before he could end the stream, he received a phone call from his crew, and the person on the other side went directly to the scolding, “Are you trying to stop your pen? Calling the Crown Prince of the Ren Empire a shrill in front of more than one hundred thousand viewers?”
Peng Hui was completely shell shocked, and when he found the end of the rolling hills, it felt like his world turned dark.
The guy who appeared on Shao Wei’s livestream was actually the young master of the Ren Empire???
Never mind what netizens thought, once Peng Hui himself knew the truth, never mind stopping his pen, he felt like he had essentially snapped his pen in half.
The great young master of the Ren Empire, who might not even do a three-star Michelin restaurant the honor of accepting their invitation, actually went to work as a shrill at a small streetside restaurant?
As a matter of fact, the owned media also posted a submission from a keyboard warrior.
[Ah...as a student from Ling University, I can’t bear to watch anymore. Does this streamer usually open his mouth and come like that?
First of all, let me make it clear that I’m no friend of Young Master Ren, and to be honest, I can’t stand his usual behavior. But, judging the case as it stands, isn’t this host’s statement too fake?
It’s outrageous to say that Mr. Ren is being entrusted. As we all know, Ren Xingliu usually drives a luxury car when he goes to and from school. How can he afford to pay for gas in a small shop like this?
Just labeling Young Master Ren as a shrill was already outrageous enough. Ask anyone on the campus, and they will tell you that Ren Xingliu usually drives luxury cars when entering and leaving the campus. Looking at the small restaurant now, can they even afford his gas money?
In terms of food, personally, I have never eaten in the same room as Ren Xingliu because he only goes to those high-end restaurants with membership only. I heard that once, a medal-winning chef once cooked something that didn’t suit his taste, and the young master ridiculed the chef in his face...
Do you think a small restaurant like this has a face bigger than an award-winning chef? If this owner really does have such a social prestige, would he have been stomped by a black-hearted streamer to this extent?
I have no other meaning in saying this, I just think this anchor is full of lies, so I broke some information for everyone’s reference. This kind of person can make up random information for passers-by who suddenly appear. How much of what he said about the young lady in the live broadcast room next door is true? You might as well think about it carefully. 】
I don’t have any negative intentions in saying this. I just feel like this streamer has a mouth filled with lies, this is why I’m sharing the analysis for everyone’s reference. How much truth can there be in someone who could fabricate information on anyone at will? Then, how much of what he said about the young lady on the other livestream is true? There’s no harm in using your brain on this.]
As soon as this discredit was out. Many students from Ling University rushed over to click like. Netizens also realized that there was more to the situation than a simple joke.
[If you put it like that, there’s something going on with this streamer emmmm]
[Firing after the horse to say one thing. I can’t stand that Gluttonous Hui-ye since forever ago. He has a sizable fan base and constantly weaponizes his fans to cyberbully small and new streamers. He finally got what was coming for him.]
[It’s really funny. Who would have thought that a wealthy prince would eat in a roadside restaurant like this and even go on a live broadcast... But it’s all thanks to him, otherwise this female anchor would be miserable. 】
[This is hilarious. Who would have thought that the loaded Crown Prince would eat in such a small roadside restaurant, and be featured on a livestream on top of that... But it was also thanks to him that the young lady streamer didn’t get even worse off.]
[I do wonder, what is the grudge between Gluttonous Hui-ye and the female streamer? For him to screw over her like that?]
[Am I the only one who noticed that Mr. Ren only eats at members-only restaurants? Then why would he go to such a small restaurant? Could it be said that the food of this small restaurant is comparable to that of a gold medal chef? ? 】
[Am I the only one who noticed that Young Master Ren only eats at member-only restaurants? Then why would he eat at such a small restaurant? Did that mean the food served at this small restaurant is comparable to those award-winning chefs??]
[You’re not alone! I noticed it too. This foodie has already located the restaurant’s address and will be checking it out tomorrow!]
Peng Hui kept scrolling through, feeling increasingly anxious with every swipe.
He would like to recover, but the public opinion on the Internet is like this. If you deliberately exploit it, it may be a temporary thing, but as long as a loophole is discovered by netizens and the backlash is like a flood that breaks a dam, it is no longer controllable by an individual.
As for him and his crew, it was destined to be a sleepless night tonight.
...
Ren Xingliu felt that he had never been so speechless in his life.
Because he discovered that the school’s melon-eating group also forwarded this trending search at the speed of light. Everyone said that they did not expect that the most arrogant and domineering number one dude in the school would actually be treated as a support, and he was very happy.
Because he found that the university’s melon seed eater group had already forwarded this hot search at the speed of light. Everyone gave their own thoughts one after another. None of them expect the most arrogant and domineering silk pants would be mistaken as shrill by someone, which filled them with joy.
“Did you see the verbal abuse that was aimed at me?” Ren Xingliu gradually understood what this was about and said with a smile, “Afraid that I might be sad?”
So, the youth did see them.
Bai Juanqiu’s tone remained unchanged, “They are all outsiders who don’t know you, so don’t take to heart...”
This naturally didn’t bother Ren Xingliu, and it wasn’t the first time he was bad-mouthed, but seeing Comrade Xiao Bai taking things so seriously, it didn’t feel justified for him to do nothing.
With this thought in mind, Ren Xingliu’s tone sank, and he sighed, “You may not believe it when I say this, but I was just hiding under the blanket and crying for half an hour.”
Bai Juanqiu: “...”
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to believe it, but Young Master Ren’s script was too exaggerated.
He laughed while saying helplessly, “Then what can I do for you?”
His scheme prevailed!
On the bed, Ren Xingliu turned his body and casually said, “Since you took the initiative on this, then don’t mind if I do. Why don’t you tell me some bedtime stories?”
Bai Juanqiu: “...”
Young Master Ren sure had wild thoughts.
He even thought of the sketch.
Ren Xingliu said, “You know Makka Pakka.”
“...” Bai Juanqiu felt unashamed and asked below, “Can this really help you sleep?”
Ren Xingliu replied, “It all depends on how you tell it.”
In other words, if Ren Xingliu wasn’t able to sleep, Makka Pakka wouldn’t be the problem, it would be Comrade Xiao Bai who was not capable enough.
Bai Juanqiu fell into a long silence, which put Ren Xingliu in a great mood. Just as he was about to drop it, he heard the voice on the other end of the phone sounding again.
Bai Juanqiu said, “I found the lyrics. Wait a moment. Let me look through it first.”
Ren Xingliu: “...”
Are you saying you didn’t go silent out of embarrassment, but to find the script?
He couldn’t tell by looking at what thick eyebrows and big eyes Comrade Xiao Bai had, quite a competitive nature!
Through the phone, Bai Juanqiu really recited, pronouncing every word clearly and correctly.
“It’s getting dark and it’s time to go to bed. Good night Wusidixi, good night Makabaka, good night Igubigu, good night Xiaodian...”
“Go to sleep Upsy Daisy, go to sleep Makka Pakka, go to sleep Iggle Piggle, go to sleep Pontipines...”
Bai Juanqiu’s voice was so mesmerizing. It was deep, and through their phones, it gently tickled Ren Xingliu’s ears like a feather.
He clearly picked a kid show on purpose.
Obviously, Comrade Xiao Bai deliberately teased back in a serious manner.
But strangely, Ren Xingliu found these lines surprisingly cute.
As his body relaxed, he pulled up the blanket slightly and pressed his ear against his phone. Without realizing it, his breathing dragged out more and more.
At first, Bai Juanqiu wanted Young Master Ren to regret coming up with strange scripts and made it so that the youth would never do it again. But the moment he opened his mouth, he unconsciously softened his voice.
Today was quite exhausting, so it was time to sleep.
The person on the other end of the phone neither interrupted nor hung up on the call. When the music accompaniment was halfway through, Bai Juanqiu paused for a moment and asked gingerly, “Are you asleep?”
He received no answer, only a faint and even the sound of breathing.
Bai Juanqiu didn’t ask again. He stated, easing off on his voice even more, and with an imperceptible delight, “I’ll count to ten. If you say nothing, I’ll end the call.”
“Ten, nine, eight, seven... three, two, one.”
“Good night, little young master.”