Chapter 13: Something Hardcore
Faced with the older woman’s question, how could the audience in the livestream possibly refuse?
“I missed the stream last night. Let me see what’s so special about this Brother Yun.”
“Wow, the old lady’s been talking for over half an hour—don’t tell me she’s been waiting for Brother Yun all this time?”
“Brother Yun gifted her fifty super fires, and she waited for him half an hour. Is there something going on between you two?”
“Look at her expression! Just like a young bride—definitely a secret crush!”
“There’s something between you two, isn’t there?”
"......"
Though she knew the viewers were only teasing, Daimei, who had indeed waited for Jiang Yun for half an hour, couldn’t help but feel as if her thoughts had been laid bare when she saw these comments flying across the screen.
She waved her hand in mock annoyance, “Listen to yourselves! Just one joint stream and you say there’s something between us? If we did this a few more times, would you say we’ve had a child together behind your backs?”
She’d only meant it as a retort, but the audience saw the perfect opening to tease her further.
“Pass it on! The old lady admits she has a child with Brother Yun!”
“She said it herself—she and Brother Yun have a child!”
“She’s already a young married woman!”
“What? A young married woman? I’m shocked!”
“How did you know I like young married women?”
"......"
Seeing the comments grow increasingly outrageous, Daimei rolled her eyes. A veteran streamer, she knew all too well that stirring up drama was her viewers’ favorite pastime. So she simply ignored them and accepted Jiang Yun’s co-stream invitation.
“Hello? Can you hear me?”
With Jiang Yun’s voice, the screens of both livestreams split in two: Daimei’s face on one side, Jiang Yun’s on the other.
“I can hear you. You can hear me, right?” Daimei responded.
Jiang Yun replied, “Daimei, did you park wherever you wanted again today? Didn’t get a ticket, did you?”
Daimei: ......
“Park your head! I got in a car accident today!” she shouted, feigning anger.
Jiang Yun tilted his head, his tone oddly playful. “Really? I don’t believe it.”
The viewers in both streams erupted in laughter at his response.
“Why does Brother Yun sound so much like Lu Yu?”
“Really? I don’t believe it! (Lu Yu’s serious face)”
“That tone, Brother Yun—how many perch did you have with that meal?”
"......"
Watching her chat fill with a torrent of comments, Daimei’s lips curled into a barely noticeable smile. As a top streamer, she had a barrage contract with DouShark—the more comments, the bigger her cut. To her, these weren’t just comments—they were cold, hard cash flowing in!
“Why should I care what you believe? Why did you invite me to co-stream today, anyway?” Daimei lifted her chin with a touch of arrogance.
Although their co-stream had been arranged in advance, she still had to put on a proper show.
“Oh, nothing much. My fans just want to see you get flustered. They’re asking if you still want to play brain teasers.”
“Flustered?” Daimei pointed to herself, scoffing, “Do I look like someone who gets flustered easily? Me? Flustered? You must be joking! Play a game with you and I’d get flustered? Do you realize how pretentious you sound right now?”
Hearing her tone, the audience leapt right back into teasing.
“Someone’s getting worked up!”
“Chang Wei, you really want us to think you’re not flustered?”
“Someone’s getting upset, but I won’t say who!”
“There’s someone getting anxious in this stream, and we all know who it is.”
"....."
When the atmosphere was just right, Daimei feigned annoyance and said, “Come on, then! It’s just brain teasers—how hard can it be? If you’ve got something hardcore, bring it on!”
“Hardcore?” Jiang Yun’s expression grew mischievous. “Are you sure you want hardcore? Not just the usual brain teasers?”
For some reason, Daimei saw something familiar in Jiang Yun’s look, and a sense of foreboding welled up inside her.
Though they had agreed to co-stream, they hadn’t discussed what their on-air dynamic would be. The day was too short to prepare a proper script anyway.
But now that things had come this far, there was no way Daimei would back down. Gritting her teeth, she nodded, “Fine! Make it as hardcore as you want!”
“Alright!” Jiang Yun’s smile grew increasingly wicked.
“Tell me, why can’t Sun Wukong escape from the Buddha’s palm?”
What?!
Hearing yet another question related to Journey to the West, Daimei’s expression immediately turned wary.
Yesterday, Jiang Yun had asked her a similar question, then claimed it was a civil service exam question, which had scared her into not daring to answer carelessly.
Now, hearing another such question, she couldn’t help but be cautious. She thought for a moment and gave a fairly serious answer.
“Because the Buddha is stronger than Sun Wukong?”
“Wrong!” Jiang Yun rejected her answer without hesitation.
“Then what’s the answer?” she asked.
Jiang Yun straightened his expression and explained, “Sun Wukong was trapped for five hundred years. Tang Sanzang is from the Tang dynasty. The Tang dynasty was five hundred years after the Han dynasty. In the Han dynasty, one li was equal to 0.415 kilometers. That means Sun Wukong’s somersault of 108,000 li is about 45,000 kilometers today.
He and the Buddha made their bet in the heavens, which are presumably within the atmosphere—let’s say the twenty-ninth level of the Thirty-Three Heavens. That’s about 800 kilometers above Earth. Add Earth’s radius of 6,370 kilometers, and you get 7,170 kilometers from the ground to the heavens.
Now, using 2πR, a trip around Earth from the heavens is also 45,000 kilometers—the same as Sun Wukong’s somersault. So it’s not that Sun Wukong couldn’t escape the Buddha’s palm—it’s that he traveled so fast, he ended up right back where he started.”
As Jiang Yun finished, both chats were filled with question marks.
Daimei herself just stared at him, stunned.
What???
She’d asked for hardcore, but not this hardcore!
A mythological story, and he’s bringing in scientific data?
Does that even make sense?
She glanced at the barrage of comments.
Sure enough, her viewers were thinking the same as she was.
“Sounds plausible, extremely plausible!”
“Wu Cheng’en: That’s exactly what I was thinking!”
“Wu Cheng’en: So now you know who the real father of science is?”
“Wu Cheng’en: Here, take my pen—you write the story!”
“Knowledge has entered my brain in the most underhanded way. So strange.”
"........"
Then Jiang Yun turned to Daimei, “So, was that hardcore enough for you?”
Daimei: ......
She wanted to curse him out, but didn’t know where to begin.
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