Chapter 50: "I Am Not the Foot God"

A few minutes later, Jiang Yun finished his dinner with ease.

By now, the number of viewers in the live stream had already reached 130,000. Although some of them were there just to grab red envelopes, this still meant that Jiang Yun had become a top-tier streamer on TikTok. If he could manage to keep all this popularity...

Jiang Yun glanced at the online viewers, then said, “Guys, today we’re bringing back everyone’s favorite segment—voice chat! Come on, let me see what you’re made of.”

With that, Jiang Yun enabled the fan voice chat feature in the stream.

The moment he spoke, the viewers became animated.

“It’s here! My favorite part is back!”

“Hope we get some real talent today!”

“If your act is worse than what Yang Qianqian did yesterday, don’t even try!”

“No act, no connection! Let those of us with some real skills go first!”

Amid the clamor, there were over a thousand requests for voice chat in an instant, and the number kept rising.

Jiang Yun picked a fan with a pleasant-sounding username and approved their request.

“Hey, hey, hey, show me what you’ve got! Hurry up, let me see!”

Jiang Yun said into the mic, sounding cocky.

The next second, his face contorted in pain.

“Hello? Is my mic exploding?!!!”

A voice, sounding like it was transmitted from a battered WWII telegraph, blasted through Jiang Yun’s headset.

The ear-piercing noise startled many in the stream.

“Damn! What kind of junk mic is that?!”

“Good grief, next person please!”

“This sound is killing me!”

“Kid, are you using a WWII headset or what?”

Jiang Yun frowned and said, “Seriously, bro, can you fix your mic? Otherwise, I’m kicking you out.”

On hearing this, the fan hastily replied, “No, don’t! I did it on purpose! Jiang Yun, don’t kick me!”

Now his voice was normal.

So it really was intentional.

“Trying to mess with me, huh?” Jiang Yun quipped, then asked, “So, kid, what did you prepare for today? Tell me, make me laugh.”

“Jiang Yun, I don’t have any act. That WWII mic was all I had. I just wanted to ask you something.”

“You have a question?” Jiang Yun squinted his eyes.

Several pranksters had started this way before, so Jiang Yun didn’t believe a word of it.

“Go ahead, tell me your dream… I mean, your question.”

The fan replied, “Jiang Yun, I just graduated last year and now I work on a construction site. Since the start of this year, my coworkers have been trying to drag me to the foot massage parlor. I didn’t want to go at first, but they kept insisting. I finally went—just once, but after that I got hooked. Since then, I go every day, and even if I’m busy, I find time to go as soon as I can. It’s like I’m addicted. I’ve spent a lot of money, gained nothing, and I know it’s not right, but I can’t control myself. Jiang Yun, what should I do?”

Hearing this, many viewers in the stream started to joke around.

“What’s wrong with foot massages? What man doesn’t like them?”

“Addicted to foot massages? I go every day, not addicted though!”

“This guy just lacks willpower. Give it another two years and you’ll understand… you’re not wrong now! Don’t doubt yourself!”

“There are three stages for men: hate foot massages, try foot massages, love foot massages!”

“I used to not like them, now I think I was just pretending before.”

Jiang Yun pointed to the chat and said helplessly, “Bro, just look at the chat—what’s there to ask? What’s wrong with liking foot massages?”

“But I always feel guilty… I want to quit, never go again.”

“What? Never again?!” Jiang Yun’s voice shot up several notches. “Do you even know what you’re saying?!”

He stared at the camera, looking pained. “A gambling father, a sick mother, a broken family, and a new girl at work—if you don’t go for a massage, who will save her? Who will save her family?!”

Jiang Yun raised his head, his face full of melancholy. “I used to think angels only lived among us, but as I grew up, I found they’re in the private rooms. The first time I met her, she walked in as I sat there under dim lights. She was as delicate as a flower, and I was just an ordinary worker with a 2,800 yuan salary. She washed away the dust of the world from my feet, kneading away the edges and misfortunes time had left behind. Maybe it was the charm of that night that stirred something in me. But I understood—298 yuan only bought sixty minutes. She hadn’t been working long, but her skill was heart-wrenching. I couldn’t bear to see her sacrifice, so I added eight more hours as silent support. That’s when I realized, what I was cleansing wasn’t my feet, but a shattered girl’s hope for salvation.

Time runs out, no matter how many hours you add. All I could do was remember her gentle touch.

There’s nothing wrong with foot massages. What’s wrong are the dirty minds that judge us. We must stay true to ourselves! Otherwise, who will save all these angels?!”

By the end, Jiang Yun’s expression was steely, as if he were declaring something noble.

Meanwhile, the chat was flooded with question marks.

“?????”

“Huh???”

“I mean, I like foot massages too, but why does the way the streamer says it sound so weird?”

“A gambling father, a sick mother, a bankrupt husband, a schoolkid, and a newcomer to the job—are these national cliches now?”

“‘I Am Not the Foot God’”

“With this level of enlightenment, Jiang Yun should really be driving a CT5.”

“With this understanding, he should have at least 298 membership cards!”

The fan was also stunned by Jiang Yun’s words.

He asked, a bit uncertain, “Jiang Yun, is it really not wrong for me to do this?”

“Of course it’s wrong!” Jiang Yun replied righteously. “If you’re not loyal to foot massages, you don’t deserve them! You actually doubt yourself and want to go against your heart? Then yes, you should quit!”

On hearing that, the fan blurted out, anxious, “I’m not! I love foot massages!”

“Then why are you still on this voice call? Shouldn’t you be adding contacts on WeChat and heading out right now?!”

“Go!”

“Go!”

“Go!!!”

“Go right now!”

“Head out this instant!!!!”

Beep, beep, beep—

As the call ended, Jiang Yun gave a thumbs up to the stream. “I’ve saved another lost soul. I really am a good person!”

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