Chapter 5 He's only nine years old, would he lie?
Why are you adding fuel to the fire? Believe me or not, I'll die right here and now!
Tu Chaoxi was caught off guard and met her resentful gaze.
He frowned. "What's wrong? Are you done crying?"
[Progress Bar Announcement: 4]
Tu Yao: ...
We can't count on him at all!
I glanced at the still-functioning camera... This isn't a camera at all!
These are practically millions of mouths that could ruin her brother's future and even kill her!
Tu Yao tried her best to calm herself down. No, there's still hope for me!
She sniffed, paused for two seconds, nodded seriously in front of the camera, and picked up the pen and paper again.
"After you've finished crying, give me your autograph, brother."
As soon as he finished speaking, the netizens who were furiously criticizing him in the live stream were stunned for a moment.
【What...what? A signature?】
[Didn't you say you were so upset by Tu Chaoxi that you cried? Why are you asking for her autograph now?]
Tu Chaoxi was also stunned.
The girl looked up at him with eyes exactly like his, filled with hope.
Perhaps it was because it was rare to see his little sister being so well-behaved, or perhaps it was because the word "brother" sounded so nice.
He unconsciously rubbed his fingertips together, hesitated for a moment, and then reluctantly took the dry, shriveled notebook, picking a cramped space among the messy arithmetic problems, none of which were correct.
Sign your name.
After signing, he waved his hand impatiently: "Take it away, take it away!"
Tu Yao turned around, stuffed the notebook into Ding Dapang's pocket, and chuckled.
"Thank you, brother!"
Tu Chaoxi's eyes flashed with a complex expression. Oh my god, she's so incredibly obedient.
What's worse is that he falls for it!
Subconsciously, the corners of her lips curved slightly.
She snapped back to her cold demeanor a second later, muttering under her breath, "...So stupid."
A row of question marks was successfully typed in the live stream chat.
【What's going on? Why is she laughing?】
[Could this girl be a fan of Tu Chaoxi?]
[Does Tu Chaoxi really have fans?]
[Probably, but I doubt this younger sister knows that Tu Chaoxi's house collapsed. I just checked and the village is called Xianhe Village. The communication station was only built two years ago, and the whole village has no more than three TVs. Information is at least two months behind.]
[Someone quickly tell my sister to find someone else she likes!]
[No, is that the point? The point is, this girl definitely wasn't made to cry by our Brother Tu!]
In the courtyard, the director and a group of staff members were also puzzled by what they saw.
Judging from this, it wasn't Tu Chaoxi who made her cry, but rather Tu Chaoxi who comforted her.
Since it wasn't him, then...
The director frowned, then lowered his voice and asked, "Is that Xiao Mao? Why were you crying just now?"
Why are you crying?
Tu Yao snorted, then turned her gaze and met the person who was hiding behind the director, too afraid to show himself.
She didn't even want to know who had put the flying pot on her cheap older brother's head, causing her to struggle on the brink of life and death.
It's you again! You stumbling block!
Tu Yao held a grudge, and the next second she pointed at it with ease.
A crisp sound:
"Because he said our village is a lousy place!"
Everyone was taken aback and subconsciously looked in the direction she was pointing.
Then we saw Ma Zhiyuan, who was hiding behind the director, his smug expression instantly frozen in shock.
"Teacher Ma...?"
"Don't talk nonsense, little girl! I...when did I say that!"
Ma Zhiyuan never expected that the fire would spread back to him, and immediately retorted.
"Don't believe her!"
Tu Yao: "You said it, but if you don't believe me, ask Big Fatty!"
Turning around, he patted the still-crying chubby boy on the shoulder: "Isn't that right, Fatty!"
Ding Dapang was already sobbing uncontrollably, and looked up with a blank expression.
He has always had a bad memory; it takes him a week to memorize a five-character regulated poem, and after crying like this, he has long forgotten why he was crying.
However, Tu Xiaomao has a good memory, and their way of getting along is that whatever Tu Xiaomao says goes.
Tu Yao was pointing at the opposite side with a confident and determined expression.
So after a two-second pause, I pointed in that direction, also stammering.
He shouted loudly, "...Yes! He said our village is a lousy place!"
Ma Zhiyuan: ...
"You're talking nonsense too!"
A hint of guilt flashed in Ma Zhiyuan's eyes as he shouted, "They're just two teenagers, who knows how many lies you tell every day?"
Tu Yao objected and immediately pulled Ding Dapang up: "He's only nine years old, how could he lie!"
Ding Dapang immediately chimed in, unconvinced: "Tu Xiaomao is only eighteen years old, how could she lie!"
Tu Yao: "Not only did you say our village is a lousy place, you also said you wanted to change the location for the show so that Da Pang's dad could teach Da Pang a lesson!"
Ding Dapang: "That's right! Not only did you say our village is a lousy place, you also said you wanted to change the location for the show and have my dad deal with me!"
The two men were aggressive and attacked each other, which infuriated Ma Zhiyuan.
She quickly turned and grabbed the director: "Director, don't believe them!"
As she spoke, she glanced at Tu Chaoxi, "This young lady is a fan of Teacher Tu. She probably knows that I don't get along with Teacher Tu, so..."
He still wanted to shift the blame back onto Tu Chaoxi, but he didn't finish his sentence.
A soft, melodious female voice rang out.
"...But didn't Teacher Ma just ask the director to change the location for filming?"
Ma Zhiyuan's face froze instantly. He turned his head and saw Wen Yu, who had been silent since the beginning.
After saying that, he immediately lowered his head and pretended to be dead.
The next second, another faint voice followed.
"Yes, I heard that too."
It was Jiang Ye who had remained silent from the very beginning.
The young man, holding his guitar, glanced at his watch, his gaze blank, and added in a rigid tone, "At 9:05:31."
After saying that, he lowered his head and pretended to be dead.
Ma Zhiyuan: ...
All the words of argument I wanted to say stuck in my throat.
I turned my head instinctively, and sure enough, everyone present had changed their expression.
Turning his head again, sure enough, the director looked at him with an unusually serious expression.
Ma Zhiyuan's heart skipped a beat. He knew without thinking that his little trick had been seen through.
His face was ashen, and he stammered, "...I...I just blurted it out."
He mocked Tu Chaoxi for being exiled to this wretched place, but who knew that this brat would hold onto those three words so tightly.
"She just threw some bacon at me! I'm still limping!"
The director waved his hand; he wasn't in the mood to listen to Ma Zhiyuan's rambling. He glanced around and sighed deeply.
Their show seems to be doomed; they've invited a whole bunch of weirdos and monsters.
He took a two-week break right before the show was scheduled to start.
Someone who has just fallen from grace is exceptionally difficult to please.
One of them came in and immediately started cursing the village as a lousy place.
Two more people, always eager for a good show, unexpectedly stirred things up.
But the most troublesome one is Ma Zhiyuan.
They repeatedly pointed the finger at Tu Chaoxi, attempting to mislead them into shifting the blame elsewhere.
The thought of Tu Chaoxi made everyone present feel awkward.
The viewers who had been watching the live stream were stunned.
[Your entertainment industry is really full of backstabbing and intrigue. There's a reason why Ma Zhiyuan isn't popular; he's so old, why is he still playing these palace intrigue games?]
[How rude and ill-mannered! How dare you call someone else's village a run-down place? Given the opportunity, who wouldn't want to develop their hometown! And you even have the nerve to accuse someone of hitting you? If I were your sister, I'd probably kill you!]
My younger sister is really pretty. Or is it just my imagination? She looks a bit like Tu Chaoxi.
[Don't get involved. That girl knows how to protect her village; she's a good sister. Has anyone told her that Tu Chaoxi's house collapsed?]
[Tu Chaoxi should regret bullying him now. A tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs; even someone like Ma Zhiyuan can trample on him now.]
[Uh... so Tu Chaoxi is truly innocent this time?]
"Yeah... but it's not entirely our fault, he has a criminal record... let's put this one thing aside, I apologize for this."
The live stream chat was flooded with comments, and the director and staff also felt a rare sense of apology towards Tu Chaoxi.
This small amount of apology was enough to make Tu Yao's progress bar ring out like heavenly music!
final!
[Progress bar announcement: 20.]
Tu Yao was practically ecstatic! Escaping death so close is something you get used to after a few tries!
Three sentences were all it took for the progress bar to jump to twenty.
This is what strength is!
Just as she was feeling happy, the familiar murderous aura returned.
Looking up, I saw it was indeed my cheap older brother again.
Tu Chaoxi's feelings were more complicated than those of everyone present and the millions of netizens in the live broadcast room.
He stared at the girl in front of him, who was standing tall and proud, her face full of confusion and wariness.
So, is this silly sister really silly or just pretending?
With a few words exchanged between them, the chubby boy managed to subdue Ma Zhiyuan.
So even being stupid can't hide the fact that he's naturally cunning?
After crying, she still didn't forget to ask for his autograph. Did she really become his fan?
Ultimately, Tu Chaoxi still wanted to drag the person away and interrogate them thoroughly.
Tu Yao glanced at him furtively and sighed. It seemed he wasn't planning to let her go yet.
After a two-second silence, she stealthily took a step back.
The next second, before Tu Chaoxi could even make a move, she swiftly grabbed Ding Dapang and pulled him away, leaving behind the words, "Let's go back to sleep. Thanks for the autograph, brother. See you tomorrow!"
Then he ran away without looking back!
Tu Chaoxi: ...
Tu Chaoxi stared at her running figure and scoffed.
...You silly boy, you can run away but you can't hide. Just you wait!
After saying that, he also planned to go inside.
The director quickly gestured to turn off the camera and then called him back.
"Wait, Teacher Tu... Teacher Tu."
"I'm sorry about that."
Tu Chaoxi rolled her eyes, but didn't stop walking: "Then let him leave."
director:……
Ma Zhiyuan's anger flared up instantly: "Director, look at his attitude! Does he think he's still a top-tier star!"
Tu Chaoxi ignored him and continued walking inside, then turned around as if remembering something, "Oh, right."
"You...know that girl from earlier?"
The director paused for a moment, then nodded: "When we came to sign the venue rental contract, the village chief mentioned that the girl seems to have some memory problems."
He really did lose his memory...
Tu Chaoxi frowned and rubbed her chest, which felt a little uncomfortable.
"knew."
As soon as he entered the room, Ma Zhiyuan started making a scene again.
"Director! Aren't you going to do anything about him?!"
"Alright, Teacher Ma!"
The director, feeling utterly exhausted, said, "Putting everything else aside, you were in the wrong first today."
"I...I was wrong, but he must have been wrong too!"
He made a move as if to kick someone.
Seeing him acting like he was going crazy, the director exclaimed urgently, "Stop him right now!"
Wen Yu and Jiang Ye both pretended to be dead and took two steps back.
The remaining twenty-odd people suddenly surged over, blocking and pulling from one side and pulling from the other.
A few seconds later, there was a "snap".
Ma Zhiyuan lost his balance and fell flat on his back to the ground.
Everyone: ...
...
Down below, it was chaotic, but up on the mountain, it was completely quiet.
Under the full moon, in front of a small wooden house on the mountaintop, a large black and brown wolfhound was scratching at the wooden door, its mouth full of smoked meat.
"Wolf Fang?"
A weak, feeble voice rang out.
Then, the wooden door creaked open.
The lights were dim, and a young man wearing a dark blue bathrobe sat at the table.
He was pale and thin, with narrow, delicate eyes staring at a thick book in his hands.
The wolfhound, familiar with the place, slipped into the house, walked up to the young man, took another step forward, spat out the smoked meat from its mouth, and wagged its tail excitedly.
The young man glanced at it casually, his gaze momentarily pausing.
He put down his book and picked up the exceptionally fragrant, saliva-covered piece of smoked meat with his slender fingers.
Wolf Fang is a wild hunting dog in its prime, whom he brought back from a primeval forest three years ago.
Even though she had followed him to this small mountain village a week ago, she had maintained her hunting habits.
These past two days, he's been going out before dawn and not returning until night.
Xu Chi remained silent for a long time, staring at a row of teeth marks on the smoked meat that clearly did not belong to dog teeth.
Calm and composed:
"...Is this the prey you hunted today?"
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