Chapter 15 Stay Tonight

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【What are you talking about? 】

[Slap yourself in the face???]

[I want you to not do anything real, but don’t just write them off!!]

[Help, help, help! ! ]

The audience, who were just about to get into the mood, were suddenly hit hard by Teacher Fate's super turn!

They were confused! They were shocked! They shouted "What the hell!"

Many female insects with strong hands directly crushed the bracelet's intelligent computer!

The impact of the early suspension of the show is definitely not just forcing these frustrated viewers to quench their thirst by gazing at plums, but also causing them to have endless and wonderful fantasies for no reason.

After all, from Fate Wynne's perspective, this is a beautiful story after the curtain falls.

What does a good story mean?

Happy ending!

During the day and night when Teacher Fate left in a dashing manner, these hungry female insects had enough time to get into the story crazily and fill their heads with fantasy stories about themselves and Her Excellency Carol Saint.

As a result, in the new live story segment, host, tell me that Mr. Carol’s impression of Fate Wynn is super bad???

What a story twist, Executioner!

Are you a butcher???

Within seconds of the pixel man typing the words, the comment section was flooded with comments.

This time, the live broadcast room was arranged by the platform to be recommended, and it was in the better evening time. With the support of the crowd, there were nearly 180,000 viewers waiting for the live broadcast. The one-to-one conversion into popularity ranking directly rushed to 7 million popularity. @菲特 stayed tonight to start the broadcast and directly landed in the top 100 of the entertainment area popularity list!

As time passed, more and more female viewers who had heard of the reputation of this live broadcast room came in.

Too much popularity sometimes has its drawbacks. For example, now, new viewers who have only heard of or seen clips and screenshots are shocked by the extremely fast updating of the comments section every time they come in.

New audience: Is this a bug in the comment section? Or did the anchor buy a brush? ?

In just a few seconds, there were more than 60,000 real-time comments, and the platform opened 7 live broadcast channels for Fit Wynne, all of which experienced comment overlap.

But the subsequent stories continued to raise the blood pressure of the female spectators.

Today's live broadcast content seems to be specifically designed to beat the hearts of these female insects who have had beautiful dreams.

Teacher Fit used a 1,500-word critique from the male insect's perspective, telling the group of female insects: It's time to wake up from your beautiful dream.

Ottovan experiences life from the perspective of the male insect Carol, and is a diary of observations on the pros and cons of universal female insects.

Under the clouds, the average female insects in the ordinary world are a microcosm of the entire insect society. More than 75% of the ordinary female insect viewers can find comments about themselves in this observation diary.

Vulgar, vicious, barbaric, bloody, greedy, cruel, and aggressive.

The third campus of Ottowen recruited a large number of intermediate female insects for training. The beautiful blue eyes of the male insect Carol seemed like a cold mirror, reflecting all the inherent instinctive shortcomings that the female insects were unwilling to admit.

Teacher Fate wrote these words from Carol's first-person perspective.

[……

Perhaps this is why teachers are willing to compromise.

They are well aware of the fundamental inferiority of female insects. They have seen more than me. They have walked to the faraway places, the clouds under the clouds, and the places I have never been to.

Is my persistence wrong?

…

My teachers had climbed out of places like this and made it to the top, but I ignored their good intentions and insisted on a wish that I no longer believed in to refute the bugs that loved me.

Perhaps my friends were right when they accused me of this.

I am a cowardly bug who is unwilling to face reality.

I came to the muddy land and felt only depravity.

…

Good morning, Ottovan.

…

]

The host was still writing, but the audience was speechless.

The comment section is still being refreshed with delayed comments, building up one high-rise building after another.

But many female insects who were watching the live broadcast only felt that something deep and powerless was quietly entangling their hearts.

Because Carol Superior was right.

The average and even high-level female insects in the world are belligerent and rude, and love fighting and gunfire. The starship fleets of the ten legions are like a swarm of bees and a rainstorm, constantly expanding their territory in the deep universe.

The whiteboard in the live broadcast room is not very big, and the host has adjusted the font size to be very small. If you open the screen normally and move your eyes slightly, you can read the entire text at a glance.

At this moment, a large number of female insects who had truly immersed themselves in this story suddenly found themselves in the situation.

They seemed to be enlightened, and suddenly they understood the depression and despair conveyed in the story. It was as if there was really a sighing sound in their ears, like a trickling stream flowing into the distance, gentle, calm and sad: "My heart is tightened by several thin steel wires, and a stone is hung heavily under the steel wires."

"The stone fell on me, making my body heavy, as if there was a life hidden in my flesh and blood, crying every day."

Some cadets and newly enlisted female soldiers are still young. They don't know how much effort they will have to put in the future to truly gain the favor of a distinguished male insect. They don't know that even if they travel with a male insect, it doesn't mean they will definitely be able to hold hands.

They knew nothing about the existence that the male insect, whom they had never met, desired the most physically and psychologically.

The closest that many female worms get to a male worm in their lifetime is when they go to the hospital and exchange their expensive contribution points for the male worm's frozen sperm.

What is it like to marry a male insect?

No higher female would share.

Now a strange anchor comes out to share the story of the male insect.

The audience went from suspicion and insults to excited fantasy. The anchor gave these female insects enough sweetness, and then suddenly strangled them by the neck, dragging these excited onlookers down from their high-handed posture of enjoyment, and cruelly pressing them into "reality".

Want to consume male insects? You're dreaming, let me suffer together!

This time, the host did not use exaggerated descriptions or exciting plots. He just wrote in a plain and straightforward manner that Carol Superior was going to compromise.

Carol Superior, the beautiful male insect who was once willing to brave the prison planet and defeat the evil dragon for her lover, finally has to bow her head.

It's all because of the bad nature revealed by the female insects.

This paragraph of text was like a sharp knife, instantly killing the number of real-time online users in the live broadcast room, which was about to break 600,000, and evaporated by 100,000+. In the blink of an eye, the number of users and popularity plummeted.

After the first three live broadcasts, 'Fate Wynn' became somewhat famous. Given the considerable population base of the Zerg, this little fame was enough to attract nearly a million viewers.

This live broadcast room is not only watched by cadets and newly enlisted female soldiers, but also includes a small number of senior female soldiers who are good at diving.

It was these high-ranking military females who retreated.

Senior Military Female: Damn, courting a mate is hard enough, how can I get hacked to death by a worm while surfing the Internet!

[Knowledge] The channel promoted "Fate Wynn" as the main channel. There were 20 super managers in the live broadcast room to monitor in real time. The supervisor Medila sat directly in the work area to watch the live broadcast data curve floating.

In the blink of an eye, the number of online users evaporated by 100,000, and the live broadcast room that @菲特 stayed in tonight directly slipped out of the popularity list of the entertainment area!

But before Medila could take a breath, the number of people online in Teacher Fate's live broadcast room suddenly rebounded and was once again approaching the border of 600,000 online people.

Supervisor Medilla thought he had seen it wrong. He turned to his subordinates in disbelief and asked, "What's going on? The live broadcast line server crashed again?"

The subordinate swallowed his saliva, his fingers dancing on the smart phone screen. While he was trying to investigate the situation, the supervisor Medila watched the number of people online in the live broadcast room go up and down within a few minutes, sometimes it was about to break 650,000, and sometimes it plummeted by 200,000. His blood pressure also rose and fell, and he could just turn on the music player and go dancing.

"What the hell is going on!"

After checking it several times, his subordinates said in disbelief: "There is absolutely no problem!"

Medila glared at him, and his subordinates were a little scared, but the programmer's technical ethics were extremely strong. He said tremblingly: "Really, no problem!"

"It seems... it seems like there are a lot of viewers... repeatedly, repeatedly closing the live broadcast room, and repeatedly opening it again."

Medilla: ...

Got it.

This part of the audience was so hurt by the host's blow, but they couldn't help wanting to watch, so they kept opening and closing the door of the live broadcast room, right?

The platform was hooked and dumped by Teacher Fit, and the audience in the live broadcast room was in an even more miserable state.

This is already the fourth time that 'Fate Wynne' has done a live broadcast. The host is really talented and makes the comment section of each live broadcast have a brand new style.

The first time was insult + suspicion.

The second time was hesitation + research

The third time was a fierce research + begging the anchor to be an insect photo story.

So this time, I beg the anchor to stop using his magic and tell a story! Write it! Write about Mr. Carol robbing Fate Wynn! Anything is fine!

Don't write that Mr. Carol has such a reaction! !

The young female insects who had never seen or come into contact with real male insects felt upset, but they couldn't figure out why they felt upset. They were stabbed by Teacher Fate and screamed in the live broadcast room.

The older and more senior female insects who had come into contact with the male insects had their brows furrowed tightly, and they had a stiff face while watching a live broadcast. Even a corpse that had been dead for seven days looked more approachable than them.

These older but still widowed higher female insects vaguely knew the key to the problem. Among them, there was a very small group of higher female insect audiences who were married and then abandoned by male insects, and were widows.

Who would have thought that just following a trend on an ordinary day would actually hit them so hard? They read those few short lines and felt different levels of anger.

My dear male insect, have you ever had such a moment?

Mr. Male Bug, who was once married to me, why can't you be like Carol?

How I wish I were Lee Tara… ah.

There was wailing in the live broadcast room.

The pixel man continued to tell the story diligently.

[……

The teachers have contacted the new spaceship and they are waiting for me outside the campus.

I have five pages left of the book I borrowed from the library. I don't like to leave things unfinished, so I plan to finish reading this book before returning to the French Ring.

I will not take anything from Ottowen.

Five pages, quick.

…

…I am grateful for who I was.

I am grateful that I once developed this obsessive-compulsive habit.

It's five pages and only takes 30 minutes to read carefully.

At the 15th minute of this long 30 minutes, Fate Wynne returned.

He was wearing a training vest, was sweaty, and looked as dirty as when we first met.

His bed was next to the door. It was a sunny day and he suddenly asked me why I was in the dormitory.

I am tired and calm.

I turned my head, told him my excuse, and then returned my eyes to the book.

The book I was reading that day was one of the sacred books given as a gift to humans during the diplomatic relations between the Zerg and humans a long time ago.

I am reading the seventh chapter of the Bible.

It is written: Enter through the narrow gate.

For wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and there are many who go in through it.

...The gate that leads to eternal life is narrow and the way is small, and there are few who find it.

As I read the last sentence, Fate Wynne crouched down beside me.

He asked me: Do you want to cooperate? I will help you?

…

When I recalled this later, I didn't know whether it was Fate who saved me at that time, or... the 17-year-old me who saved me now.

As Fit Wynn crouched beside me, the sunlight streaming in from the window shone on his face, and I saw his eyes for the first time.

He has deep eye sockets and a pair of diamond-shaped eyes with warm dark brown bestial pupils. This is a kind of bestiality, indicating that he is a medium-sized female insect with incomplete human form development.

Fit Wynne said: It's not a big deal, I'll take you to find the right solution.

He was speaking in colloquialisms. It took me a while to realize that he wanted to help me finish the group project. If I followed him, I would definitely find the right path.

Fit Wynne believed my excuse. He squatted in front of me. His eye sockets were so deep that his eyeballs looked like a moon in the water. They were bright in the light, filled with awkwardness and excitement.

“…the gate is narrow and the way is difficult, and there are few who find it”

I have never believed in these holy books. I read them only to kill time and clear my mind.

But at this moment, these words suddenly came to my mind as if I was replaying a song.

Outside the window, the sun is shining brightly, and the gentle, warm heat shines on my back, as if someone has gently caressed me in time.

I'm not sure if I stayed there for a while.

Fate was a little impatient. His emotional management was very lax, and he was not at all as smooth and elegant as the high-ranking military ladies I had seen.

I looked at him and said, OK.

He stood up, laughed, and patted my shoulder.

That smile was arrogant and conceited, and the voice was neither gentle nor elegant, but wild and loud, reminding me of an eagle soaring on a pristine planet.

They are free, their voices echoing across the sky, and they are creatures that only God could nurture.

Fate said: Just wait and see, I will take you to do something big.

I stared at him blankly, and couldn't help but say it again.

……good.

…

I clipped the bookmark back to the first page of the book.

That night, I did not return to the Ring.]

The author has something to say:

Enter through the narrow gate... For the gate is narrow and the way is difficult, and there are few who find it. Quote the Bible, not copy, quote.