Chapter 1 Rabbit and Dog
[Congratulations to anchor Ning Ning for reaching the top of the North American W City Newcomer Ranking! This month's earnings have been credited.]
This is a chat app called "Yesheng", which focuses on voice companionship. It does not show the face, relies entirely on the microphone, and creates an ambiguous atmosphere to attract popularity.
Ning Zhiran is the new anchor of this month. Her account was registered just 30 days ago. With her gifted voice, she became the most popular anchor in W City, Canada within a month.
Unfortunately, while this first place title sounds impressive, it's actually quite meaningless. W City is vast and sparsely populated, with only a few dozen livestreamers. His first place title...is truly due to his persistence in broadcasting.
Fortunately, Ning Zhiran has accumulated quite a few loyal fans.
[Congratulations to Ningning for taking top spot! Can we hear your husband sing tonight?]
[My husband’s voice is so nice today, I love it, sweet rabbit, you must live broadcast every day]
Ning Zhiran looked at his rabbit anime avatar and said with a smile, "Thank you everyone. Now that I've reached the top of the list, I'll sing a song for you. I wish everyone good luck and lots of money this year."
Gift prompts began to pop up on the live broadcast interface, with little stars, crowns, and roses all flying around, and the barrage was full of praise.
Ning Zhiran selected a background music backstage, concentrated his energy, and began to sing.
While performing, he stared at the gifts floating around on the screen.
I really want a carnival.
I really want a carnival.
Carnival is the most expensive gift on the platform. One Huazi is equivalent to 3,000 yuan. After the platform takes half of the commission, he can still get 1,500 yuan.
But from the beginning of the show to now, he hasn't even seen a carnival.
Ning Zhiran shouldn't have been worried about money.
Before he went abroad, his family wasn't bad. His father was a businessman, and his mother had remarried long ago. His father had paid for him to go abroad. But the economic downturn of the past two years had caused his father's company to fail. His parents blamed each other for his tuition, each believing the other to be richer, and no one was willing to pay for his living expenses.
Ning Zhiran, who was treated like a football, accepted his fate and last month, he completely started his career as a straight man performing.
He originally thought that he might as well just be a marginal anchor who only shows his face.
Ning Zhiran does have the conditions.
He still remembers posting a selfie on Weibo before leaving for the country. He has typical droopy eyes, and a pair of naturally clear, light amber pupils, making everyone look like they're wearing natural contact lenses. Just this face and these features, even in the livestreaming world, would be considered very refined and impressive.
The comments below that Weibo post were all:
Comparable to modeling.
Unfortunately, there are too many Chinese students studying in W City. To exaggerate a little, if a meteorite falls from the sky and kills several Chinese students, there will probably be some who have been added as WeChat friends among them.
After much thought, he decided to be a voice anchor, without showing his face, only speaking. This way, he could preserve his last bit of shaky dignity and would not be easily discovered by his classmates.
When will I be able to save enough money for next semester's tuition?
Ning Zhiran finished singing the song in a depressed mood.
After taking a quick look at the gifts, all of which were small and priced under one hundred yuan, he indeed felt even more depressed.
At this moment, a new account came into the live broadcast room. The ID was extremely simple, with only one letter: G.
This G avatar is the system default, level zero, and blank information. It is a new account with nothing, not even a fan card. It is obviously a person who cannot get gold coins.
But out of professional ethics, Ning Zhiran quickly switched to business mode: "Welcome G Bao to the live broadcast room."
The man quickly typed out a line of words:
[G: Can I request a song?]
Ning Zhiran thought, how can I order songs if I don’t spend money, so he pretended not to see it.
After a while, the man sent again:
[G: I want to listen to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.]
This guy is crazy.
Ning Zhiran was speechless, and said yin-yangly: "Sure, G Bao, if you want to order a song, you have to pay for a sports car. I can sing anything."
He deliberately mentioned a gift of 120 yuan, thinking that it would be a miracle if a new account like yours with no credentials could make money. He just wanted to scare off a freeloader like you, so that you would give up and get out of here as soon as possible.
As a result, the next second, the entire live broadcast screen was instantly flooded with extremely exaggerated, golden and gorgeous special effects.
[System Announcement: Distinguished user G has gifted streamer Ning Ning a "Carnival" x1]
Ning Zhiran: OO
Carnival?!
Ning Zhiran's expression changed quickly: "Okay, Boss, you want to hear 'Qinghai-Tibet Plateau', right? No problem, I can sing it all the way to the top of Mount Everest."
It's not shameful to make money.
Ning Zhiran quickly found the background music, took a deep breath, and sang with all his might:
"Yalaso, that's Qing, Zang, Gao! Aaaaaaaa——Yuan!!!"
When the song ended, he was practically singing himself into a state of suffocation. He leaned against the edge of the table to catch his breath, but he kept his eyes on the screen, hoping that G would drop some more coins.
When I looked closely, G was no longer in the live broadcast room.
Why did the person leave!
Ning Zhiran felt a little empty inside, but he quickly cheered up and continued to interact with the rest of the people in the live broadcast room, secretly hoping that G would come back and give him another Huazi.
This is the first carnival he has received.
But until the end of the broadcast, G did not appear again.
Ning Zhiran took off his headphones dejectedly, leaned back in his chair, and checked the time. It was 1:30 a.m. He scratched his head, opened a Word document, and began writing the paper due before class tomorrow.
Normally, when he was writing a paper, he was extremely immersed in it. But today was different. Ning Zhiran was typing away, his mind wandering, imagining G madly flirting with Huazi.
It is rare to see a low-level account like G who has no experience, no weaknesses, and only comes to play in the carnival.
If only G could come and give him a carnival every day...
As Ning Zhiran thought about it, she laughed several times, the corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously, and her fingers tapped harder on the keyboard.
Live broadcast tomorrow, I hope G can still come.
Um.
It would be best if you could come every day.
In order to catch his 8 a.m. class, Ning Zhiran woke up at 6:30 the next day. After hastily drinking two sips of milk, he washed his face, grabbed his backpack, rushed downstairs, and drove his second-hand Toyota to school.
One reason is that he lives outside the city to save money and dares not be late.
The second reason is that he has to grab a parking space before others.
He didn't plan to park in the school parking lot. He'd have to pay for an Upass, which Ning Zhiran was reluctant to do. There was a secluded spot near the school's side entrance that was just big enough for one car, and besides him, almost no one knew about it.
This is Ning Zhiran’s secret parking space.
During his three years in college, he saved hundreds of dollars by using this parking space.
As a result, after today, Ning Zhiran's heart sank.
His secret base was occupied again.
There was a Ferrari parked there, a bright red one, a LaFerrari. There were very few of this kind of car in W City, where rich people gathered.
Look at the license plate again.
really--
Gong1.
North American license plates can be customized, and many immigrants like to change their license plates to their own names. However, the Gong series license plates are very famous in W City and belong to only one person.
Gong Huai.
Gong Huai is Ning Zhiran’s college classmate. Both of them majored in Econ, so since their freshman year, many of their classes have been scheduled together.
...It's the palace dog again!
Ning Zhiran gritted her teeth at that moment. Damn, rich classmate. He's only in college, and he's already driving a LaFerrari. What kind of person is this? This world is so unfair.
If Ning Zhiran were asked to name the person he hated the most, he would definitely mention Gong Huai's name without hesitation.
Ning Zhiran didn't hate Gong Huai that much at first.
It wasn't until the second half of his sophomore year that he arrived for class as usual and discovered his parking space had been taken by a Rolls-Royce Phantom. He frowned and drove over to see the license plate: Gong 2. He curled his lips, thinking, "Gong Huai, what a show-off! He's afraid others won't know the car is his."
But the next day, his secret parking space was occupied by a Mercedes-Benz G-Class modified by Brabus. Ning Zhiran walked around to the rear of the car with a dark face and took a look.
Gong3.
On the third day, a Lamborghini SV arrogantly parked across his parking space, license plate number: Gong4.
Day 4, Gong5.
Day 5, Gong6.
It was as if Gong Huai had deliberately chosen to antagonize his shabby territory. And Ning Zhiran, in this undoubted class war, was beaten utterly without dignity.
Today, I got up early to grab a parking space, and it turned out to be Gong Huai again!
This Gong Gou obviously has plenty of money, so why is he always trying to snatch his free parking space? Don't rich people also want to pay for parking?
Ning Zhiran was so angry that he kicked his foot in the car. He held his breath and drove around the school twice. Finally, he could only find a place in the alley behind the teaching building where he could barely squeeze in.
Sooner or later, your old car will be wrecked. Ning Zhiran thought as he locked the car.
He carried his computer bag and trotted to class. As expected, the first thing he saw when he entered the classroom was Gong Huai.
Gong Huai sat by the window, wearing a Dior catwalk-style printed shirt with his cuffs rolled up twice, revealing the multi-million dollar Richard Miller watch on his wrist.
Ning Zhiran subconsciously retracted the hand wearing the Casio watch. Only then did he notice that there was a glass bottle of Evian mineral water on the table in front of Gong Huai.
Seeing Ning Zhiran coming in, Gong Huai glanced at him and drank a sip of water slowly.
Ning Zhiran felt disgusted.
It’s really spacious, even mineral water comes in glass bottles.
Just pretend to be dead.
But Ning Zhiran looked fine. As usual, she smiled and nodded at Gong Huai.
"Good morning." Ning Zhiran's tone was gentle, and he looked particularly harmless.
Gong Huai's eyes were quite indifferent. He didn't say anything, just nodded, put the water back on the table, and continued to look down at his phone.
Ning Zhiran walked over and found an empty seat in the front row in front of Gong Huai and sat down.
He didn't know if he was overthinking it. He felt that the way Gong Huai looked at him just now was different from usual.
Weird.
Not long after, someone sat down next to Gong Huai. Ning Zhiran knew that person, Chen Yan, who was also born with a silver spoon in his mouth.
The two of them sat together, chatting casually, and from time to time they would let out a faint rich man's laugh.
Ning Zhiran sat in the front row, listening to the laughter, supporting her chin with her hands, pretending not to hear it, but she was actually a little annoyed.
These second-generation rich idiots probably never worried about the word "tuition".
The class is finally over.
As soon as the white professor left, Ning Zhiran closed his computer and prepared to leave for the next class.
Chen Yan suddenly stopped him and said, "Hey, Xueba, I remember you did ghostwriting when you were a freshman. Can you write a paper for me? The price is negotiable."
Ning Zhiran had indeed done ghostwriting, but the emergence of various AI-powered software completely ruined his business. In fact, if it were someone else, he would have gladly accepted the job. Writing a paper was easy for him, and he could make money.
And Ning Zhiran really was short of money.
But this person is Gong Huai's friend.
The person he hates the most.
Ning Zhiran paused, a perfect smile plastered on his face, revealing two white front teeth: "Sorry, classmate, I've been really busy with my studies recently."
Gong Huai, who was packing up the textbooks in front of him, raised his head and looked at Ning Zhiran meaningfully when he heard the words "too busy".
Ning Zhiran's gaze met Gong Huai's.
He quickly turned his head away, gritted his teeth, and left behind a back that pretended to be calm.
Chen Yan sneered from behind: "He said he was busy, Gong Huai, do you believe it? Why do I feel like he is a little annoyed with us?"
Gong Huai didn't respond, but his eyes were fixed on Ning Zhiran.
"Oh, by the way, I heard that the chat app you invested in is really popular recently. You have a good eye. You made so much money with just the price of a Ferrari. You don't have to do anything every day, just lie back and wait for the money to come in. I really envy you. You have financial freedom in your junior year."
As Chen Yan spoke, he suddenly came over and said, "Maybe there are people in our school who are broadcasting on your app."
"Maybe."
Gong Huai responded nonchalantly, his eyes following the figure that was about to disappear at the end of the corridor.
The back of her neck was dazzlingly white in the sunlight, and so thin that it would turn red if pinched.
In fact, he still wanted to listen to the song "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau".
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