Chapter 63: Stay Away from Me!
At this moment, less than a hundred meters separated Jiang Yun from her. Dumb Girl held up her phone, livestreaming as she watched Jiang Yun in the distance shouting her name through a loudspeaker, her face utterly exasperated.
“He’s calling me like that—who would dare go over?” she complained to the viewers in her livestream.
She’d been waiting here since Jiang Yun announced he was heading out. Even though Jiang Yun had already told his viewers their encounter was staged, it didn’t affect their ability to stream together at all.
Jiang Yun had no contract, so it didn’t matter to him who he appeared with. Dumb Girl, backed by her guild, saw Jiang Yun’s surging popularity as an opportunity—the guild would certainly support her efforts to ride that wave, so appearing together wasn’t a problem, and the platform couldn’t really object.
But Jiang Yun’s antics now made Dumb Girl reluctant to approach. Thanks to his spectacle, the night market was already filled with onlookers. Even Dumb Girl, usually thick-skinned, felt embarrassed.
Her viewers teased her in the chat:
“You’re the one chasing his fame—what are you afraid of!”
“Don’t cry, stand up!”
“Come on, old lady, it’s just a bit of shame. Haven’t you embarrassed yourself enough times?”
“At this point, what’s one more?”
“Go for it, old lady! Grab some of Brother Yun’s traffic!”
“Wait, is that kind of grabbing… appropriate?”
“…”
Dumb Girl hesitated as she read the comments. Jiang Yun’s current behavior was truly absurd.
Suddenly, Jiang Yun turned his gaze directly toward her, loudspeaker in hand. Their eyes met across the hundred meters.
For a moment, Dumb Girl thought he was smiling.
No, that couldn’t be!
Her eyes widened.
Before she could react, Jiang Yun charged toward her at full speed, shouting into the loudspeaker as he ran, “Found you, Dumb Third!”
His voice was so loud that all attention shifted from Jiang Yun to Dumb Girl.
She felt her legs weighed down with lead—she couldn’t move!
Her wide eyes seemed to scream silently, “Don’t come any closer!”
Boom!
Jiang Yun barreled into Dumb Girl and wrapped her in a bear hug, the force so great she couldn’t catch her breath.
He patted her back repeatedly, laughing, “Long time no see, Dumb Third.”
Hearing his words, Dumb Girl finally came back to herself. She rolled her eyes. “It’s only been a few days—how is that a long time?”
But she sensed something was off.
Jiang Yun wasn’t letting go.
“How long are you planning to hold me?” she demanded.
Jiang Yun reluctantly released her, muttering under his breath, “Why can’t I feel it?”
He cast a quick glance at her chest.
Dumb Girl instantly understood his implication.
She punched him. “You pervert! What are you thinking?!”
Jiang Yun scoffed, “What’s there to think? Do you even have anything? Mine’s bigger than yours.”
Dumb Girl: …
She looked up at Jiang Yun’s chest muscles, then down at herself.
“…”
Damn!
The livestream chat erupted in laughter.
“Ha ha ha, the old lady’s furious—she’s smaller than Brother Yun!”
“That line, ‘can’t feel it’—that’s brutal.”
“Maybe Brother Yun should hug Little Mo next time.”
“Dumb Third, do you remember how you got that nickname?”
“…”
Dumb Girl rolled her eyes at the teasing. “So what if I don’t have it? I’m still a woman!”
Jiang Yun looked her over seriously, pursed his lips, and said nothing, merely blinking.
That tiny gesture spoke volumes.
Dumb Girl exploded. “What’s that supposed to mean?!”
Jiang Yun spread his hands. “Nothing.”
“What do you mean, ‘nothing’?”
“Just what you think it means.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?!”
“It means nothing.”
“Fine! Nothing, huh?”
She glared at him, biting her lip.
She had to admit, Jiang Yun’s popularity was enormous; since she’d appeared with him, her viewer count had soared.
But his words were infuriating, always aiming for her weak spots!
“Let’s go. I haven’t eaten dinner yet, and since we’re at the night market, let’s see what there is to eat.”
Jiang Yun spoke to Dumb Girl.
He’d skipped dinner, planning to stream at the night market.
“Hmph!” Dumb Girl snorted and stepped past him, moving ahead.
But after only a couple steps, Jiang Yun called out from behind, “Brothers, look—front and back really aren’t different at all.”
Dumb Girl: …
“You!” she spun around, glaring at him, only to see Jiang Yun chatting to his own viewers, as though discussing the phone’s front and back.
“What?” Jiang Yun looked at her innocently.
She knew he was talking about her, but couldn’t find a place to vent.
She could only grit her teeth and say, “Nothing, just heard a dog barking.”
“Huh? Did you say… a dog? What kind of dog?” Jiang Yun pressed.
Dumb Girl: …
She truly wanted to take off her shoe and smack him in the face.
This guy’s words were infuriating!
Her viewers were laughing hysterically.
“Ha ha ha, why does the old lady keep trying to ride Brother Yun’s traffic?”
“Seems like every time she interacts with him, it ends badly.”
“Is it interacting? No—it’s Brother Yun using her for entertainment, yes!”
“To be fair, Brother Yun’s right—there’s no difference between front and back.”
“What purpose does the old lady’s face serve?”
“To distinguish front from back!”
“…”
Not only Jiang Yun’s chat, but Dumb Girl’s own viewers were roasting her.
“Give up, old lady, you can’t outplay Brother Yun!”
“Stop, Dumb Third, you’re not in his league!”
“Dumb Third, outside’s a furniture store—stop trying!”
“Dumb Dumb, listen to us: just quietly ride the traffic, don’t try to spar with him.”
“…”
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