Catfishing System: Ordinary Girl Transforms into a Wealthy Beauty

Lin Jiaojiao's online boyfriend, with whom she had been in a relationship for over a year, mysteriously disappeared. Unable to contact him, she anxiously chose to report him to the police.

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Chapter 151 Clouds Rise

Lin Jiaojiao scrolled through the live broadcast page, looking for a suitable person.

"Oh" she couldn't help but sigh. The favorability values ​​of Lu Chen and others are already at a high level, and are currently rising very slowly. I don't know if there is any way to speed up the progress.

“It’s difficult!”

But there is still half a year left, so there is no need to rush.

Forget it, let’s collect 1,000 points of favorability first. This is easier.

Lin Jiaojiao's hands did not stop moving even as she was lost in thought.

She came across an entertainment anchor who looked pretty good.

"Tongtong, does this meet the requirements?" Lin Jiaojiao asked.

[Not suitable for the host]

Lin Jiaojiao was stunned. He was so handsome but still didn't meet the requirements. Why did she turn on the beauty function so strongly?

true and false!

If live streaming is regarded as a form of entertainment, Lin Jiaojiao will have a lot of fun.

But now it has become a job, and Lin Jiaojiao's enthusiasm has greatly decreased.

She looked at it boredly, feeling that it was all the same, with nothing new in it.

Most of them are singing and dancing, but the level is not very good and there is no originality at all.

I don’t know how some big brothers and sisters can get such high levels. Are the anchors so attractive?

Lin Jiaojiao quickly scanned all the singing and dancing programs. Maybe the backstage staff noticed that she didn’t like this kind of thing, so they started to recommend live streaming of selling goods to her.

Lin Jiaojiao couldn't help but look at it for a while and bought several things.

Half an hour passed and Lin Jiaojiao hadn't done anything serious.

"No, from now on, I can't have fun!" Lin Jiaojiao said angrily.

They swiped quickly, and every time they swiped one, the sound of the system's judgment rang in their ears. The two of them cooperated very well.

After browsing for another ten minutes, Lin Jiaojiao suddenly entered a special live broadcast room.

My attention was unconsciously drawn to it.

In the video, a thin boy is kneeling on the ground with a dull expression, facing the camera.

He looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old, but he looked lifeless, with dull eyes, as if he had lost the vitality.

Moreover, his clothes were obviously ill-fitting, much too short, and had become somewhat pale from being washed, making him look even thinner and more pitiful.

On the left side of the video is an old wooden bed with a withered old man lying on it.

The reason why the word "withered" is used to describe this old man is because he is so thin that his bones are visible, his face is haggard, and his breath of life is weak, giving people a feeling that he is dying.

Behind the boy was an old-fashioned brick and tile house, with a wooden beam clearly visible on the roof. The whole house looked old and dilapidated, full of traces of time, giving people a sense of age.

The lights in the room were dim, and it was obvious that the wattage of the bulbs was very low, making the whole room shrouded in darkness. This environment made people feel depressed and heavy.

Seeing that Lin Jiaojiao paused for a long time, the system prompted again, "Host, this meets the requirements. 8.9 points."

"knew."

Lin Jiaojiao spoke softly, her eyes never leaving the phone screen.

She couldn't believe that in the 21st century, there were still such poor families.

Her family is from the countryside, but now every household in the countryside lives in a two- or three-story building, and many families basically have cars or buy houses in the city.

So she hadn't seen the scene in the video for a long time.

Lin Jiaojiao couldn't help but type a comment.

[Jiaojiao: Host, why are you kneeling? What's wrong? Do you need any help?]

There were quite a few people watching the live broadcast, but basically no one spoke, they were all just lurking.

But when Lin Jiaojiao posted the question, many people responded to her actively, and the comments section was so crowded that Lin Jiaojiao couldn't keep up.

[This is a scam on his knees, don't be fooled.]

[That is, how could there still be such a poor place nowadays?]

[I think the anchor is just crazy about making money. He's not deliberately abusing the elderly, is he? Look at how thin he is.]

[Family members who asked this question, please listen to some advice. This kind of person does not deserve sympathy.]

......

Lin Jiaojiao slowed down and watched it bit by bit. Almost all of them were cursing the anchor.

She was a little confused. Didn’t they see it?

The boy in the camera is also very thin and looks malnourished.

And I feel hopeless about life.

Even if they were abused, it was two people who were abused by other people outside the camera.

Despite the fierce comments, the boy in the camera stared at his phone quietly the entire time, with no expression on his face. He looked extremely numb and had no hope for life.

Lin Jiaojiao felt a little sorry for him, he looked so pitiful.

But in order to avoid being cheated, Lin Jiaojiao tried to use it for a month to test the waters, which cost only 99 yuan.

A bright moonlight suddenly appeared on the screen, and the boy's face suddenly showed joy. He looked much more real and kowtowed hard to the camera.

"Thank you Jiaojiao for the reward."

He borrowed his cell phone from a classmate in the same village as him, and used the internet from his neighbor's aunt. Today was his seventh day of live streaming, and this was the first time someone had given him a gift.

Does that mean grandpa is saved?

At the same time, the system's favorability value prompt sound rang.

[Host, Yunqi's favorability score increased by 60 points. The total is now 60 points, and has been automatically converted to 600,000 yuan.]

The comment section scrolled quickly, all cursing

[@Jiaojiao, you are too naive. This is all a scam by the organization.]

[@Jiaojiao is such a saint! I told you it was a scam, but you still didn't believe me. Just listen to people's advice and eat your fill, don't you understand?]

[The above person, what's the point of giving advice? Some people just have too much money to burn.]

......

Lin Jiaojiao recovered from her shock, and almost everyone in the comment section was calling her a saint.

She doesn't care at all. From the fact that she instantly gained 60 points of favorability with a small gift worth 99 yuan, it can be seen that this boy is very short of money.

[Jiaojiao: Host, do you really need money?]

Lin Jiaojiao asked in the comment section, because there was nothing written on the host's homepage, and the host was just kneeling and not saying anything. The comment section was full of fakes, so she had to ask the host in person to understand the situation.

Yunqi looked at the comment section and he would not reply to any irrelevant comments.

When Jiaojiao's comment passed by, Yunqi spoke slowly.

"Hello Jiaojiao, thank you again for the gift you just gave me. The purpose of my live broadcast is to make money to treat my grandfather's illness."

[Jiaojiao: What happened to Grandpa?]

"My grandfather accidentally fell from the top of the mountain while climbing it. His arms and legs were broken, and our family has no money to treat him."

Yunqi said this with a trace of sadness on his face.

Misfortunes often come to those with unfortunate fates. My grandfather worked diligently all his life and had very little savings. How could he possibly have the money to go to a big hospital for treatment?

At this time, a netizen in the comment area raised a question

[What about your grandfather's sons and daughters? You don't have money, but don't they have money?]

[Yes, yes, even if you lie, you have to be reliable.]

......

Seeing that the comment section was in chaos again, Lin Jiaojiao felt annoyed and swiped right to stop reading the comment section.