Chapter 167 The Demon Race's Hierarchy of Disdain
Because of the large number of participants and support staff, the hotel has arranged standard twin rooms for all participants.
For safety reasons, Zhang Mo arranged for Su Yutang and Xiao Tao to live together, and Wu Kexin and Li Yue to live together. They were advised to avoid going out unless absolutely necessary and to keep a low profile.
She herself was too lazy to go out, preferring to stay in her room, enjoying the air conditioning and working.
Li Wei, Zhou Yue, and Chen Feng are quite efficient; they have already completed the first version of the "Blind Assistance Program" module mentioned earlier.
Zhang Mo sat at her desk by the window, the soft light from her laptop screen illuminating her focused face. She did a quick test and wrote down a few revisions.
Just then, someone knocked on the door. Jiu Xuan's nail polish hadn't dried yet, so she had to go over. A tail stuck out from behind her and opened the door. It was Jiang Mian.
Jiang Mian came in wearing a pair of plastic slippers. He was wearing a one-piece black swimsuit, a bathrobe draped over his body, and a waterproof cell phone pouch hanging around his neck, clearly having just come out of the water.
He had just visited the competition venue next to the hotel, organized by the hotel staff. The competition was divided into three events: 2 kilometers, 5 kilometers, and 10 kilometers. Jiang Mian naturally participated in the most difficult 10-kilometer event.
He just went for a swim, and the water quality was pretty good.
Zhang Mo looked up from the computer screen: "Looking for me?"
Jiang Mian nodded in agreement: "Yes, two employees just messaged me saying they want to talk to you."
Zhang Mo was already used to this kind of situation. She responded softly, "Okay, send me the WeChat message, I'll go talk to them."
"Okay." Jiang Mian lowered her head to fiddle with her phone.
Jiuxuan asked curiously, "Which two?"
Jiang Mian: "Zhou Mei and Zhou Jing."
Upon hearing this, Jiu Xuan smiled and said, "Oh, these two little girls, it's not easy for them, they've finally learned to be a little braver."
Zhang Mo swiped the mouse and received Jiang Mian's business card on the WeChat client on her computer. While adding her as a friend, she asked, "What's wrong with those two?"
Jiu Xuan explained, "There's nothing wrong, she's just too insecure and timid."
Zhang Mo: "What are their real-life counterparts?"
Jiang Mian replied, "A jade pillow and a whisk from an ancient Shang Dynasty tomb."
Zhang Mo: "......"
Zhang Mo sighed, "So it turns out that inanimate objects really can become spirits."
Jiu Xuan: "Sure, but it's very difficult. It requires a very special opportunity, which is why there are so few of them."
Zhang Mo didn't understand: "Shouldn't things be valued for their scarcity? What are they feeling inferior about?"
"Have you ever heard of the hierarchy of contempt? Do you think it's only for humans? We demons have it too." Jiu Xuan held up her slender fingers and counted for her, "The legendary hierarchy is: demons > ordinary animals that have become spirits > objects that have become spirits. Because of this, the two of them always feel inferior in the demon race and don't dare to speak loudly."
"Tsk tsk tsk." Zhang Mo shook her head. "That's so feudal."
Just then, my friend on the other end accepted my request.
Zhang Mo added Zhou Mei as a contact. Seeing that he was online, she immediately made a video call.
The video call connected quickly, and on the screen were two very similar-looking girls, around 20 years old, with delicate features, wearing the same white sweatshirts. The difference was that one of them was wearing dark gray arm sleeves.
One had long, smooth, light blue hair with slightly curled ends, like a clear spring flowing in the mountains; the other had short, coarse, silver-gray hair with slightly upturned ends, giving her a clumsy yet adorable look.
It was clear that both of them were quite timid. As soon as the video call connected, they reacted like startled deer, instinctively dodging to the side, one to the left and the other to the right. On Zhang Mo's end of the screen, besides the empty white wall in the middle, all she could see was a small section of their arms peeking out in their panic, and strands of hair swaying wildly in their haste.
Zhang Mo: "......"
Zhang Mo said helplessly, "It's not like we haven't seen it before. I even gave you guys red envelopes in my live stream during Chinese New Year. There's no need to be so afraid."
Upon hearing this, the two immediately realized they had made a mountain out of a molehill and were somewhat embarrassed.
The woman with long, light blue hair cautiously peeked out, her voice barely audible and slightly stuttering: "Boss, I...I'm sorry, we...we were too nervous."
A head with short, silver-gray hair peeked out, its eyes full of unease, like a lost lamb. It explained in a low voice, "Mainly, the place we used to live in is usually deserted."
Where you lived before?
Ancient tomb from the Shang Dynasty?
Ah, indeed, hardly anyone passes by.
"Okay." Zhang Mo didn't press the matter further. "Come on, introduce yourself."
The two gave very brief self-introductions.
It's actually quite easy to guess: the one with light blue long hair is Zhou Mei, whose prototype is Yu Zhen; the one with silver-gray short hair is Zhou Jing, whose prototype is Fu Chen, the one wearing sleeves.
Zhang Mo: "Tell me about the current situation in the live stream, and then talk about your hobbies or skills. Who wants to go first?"
"I... I'll go first." Zhou Mei lowered her head slightly, her hands nervously clutching the hem of her clothes, which was almost deformed from her grip. She spoke first: "I... I don't have any special skills, and I don't know anything else... I can't even play games. I just wanted to... chat with the audience."
Once, I wanted to share a movie with everyone, a movie that I really love. I wanted to talk about all the wonderful parts of the movie, every single one, so that even if you haven't seen it, you can still feel its charm.
Then I... I started from the beginning of the movie, how the main character appeared, what clothes he was wearing, what expression he had, and then... why he was there, and what happened next.
Zhang Mo: "......"
What's the difference between this and talking in your sleep? It would be a miracle if there were an audience.
Jiuxuan stopped listening and started applying toenail polish.
Even Jiang Mian went to the bathroom to find a comb.
"I just kept talking and talking, and then... I realized that no one in the live stream was interacting with me. I asked them questions, but they ignored me. No matter what the question was, nobody paid attention to me. So I could only keep talking and talking. Then I thought... if I told them the more exciting part later, they would be interested..." Her cheeks flushed slightly, and there was a hint of shame in her eyes. Her head lowered even further, and her voice became softer and softer. "And then... the number of people in the live stream decreased, until there were hardly any left. I was really frustrated. I wondered if I was talking too much. It was because I was too long-winded that nobody liked listening to me."
Although she knew it was very impolite, Zhang Mo couldn't help but yawn.
"..." Zhou Mei bit her lip, looking annoyed, and said, "That's how it is, every time the audience listens to me talk, they want to fall asleep. Am I not suited for watching live streams? It seems so, I'm not very good at anything..." As she spoke, she lowered her head again, looking dejected.
Zhang Mo: "Who said you can't do it? You're amazing. Since the audience wants to fall asleep as soon as they hear you speak, why don't you just choose those who want to fall asleep as your audience?"
What is this called? This is called the Chosen One Sleep Aid Livestream Holy Body!
Completely different from Zhou Mei's slow and gentle style, Zhang Mo quickly gave her analysis: "Change your live stream name to 'Sleep Aid Pillow' and go to Xu Wen in the Ministry of Commerce. Buy her a set of ASMR (Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response) live stream equipment. ASMR, don't worry about what it means, just tell her."
You won't need to chat with people anymore then; just buy a few professional books like "Quantum Mechanics," "Introduction to Geographic Information Systems," and "Monetary Banking" and read them in rotation.
Zhou Mei was bewildered: "Huh? Ah... okay, okay, boss."
Zhang Mo acted swiftly: "Come on, next one."
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