At 8:18 AM on June 18, 2020, it was a sunny day.
Parallel universe, Earth Yellow Star, Eastern Country, Magic City.
Gao Ang, carrying the neatly packed trash bag and wearing flip-flops, pressed the access control button, and with a "click," the apartment's first-floor door opened.
He rubbed away the soft secretions from the corner of his eye, then rotated his right thumb and ring finger counterclockwise three and a half times, forming a small, unidentified soft lump the size of a sesame seed.
"This sun is so big!"
After carefully distinguishing between the words "dry waste" and "wet waste," Gao Ang flicked his left hand, and the garbage bag traced a beautiful parabola before falling into the dry waste bin.
With a slight flick of his right ring finger, he accurately flicked the secretions from the corner of his eye into the wet trash can.
"Pigs can only eat wet waste, so this should be edible, right?"
Muttering to himself, Gao Ang turned around nimbly and headed back to his apartment.
The main problem is that the weather is just too scorching. It's only 8 or 9 in the morning, but the temperature must be 34 or 35 degrees Celsius!
Holy crap!
He uttered a classic Chinese curse, covered his head with his right hand, and looked up at the sky.
Blue sky and white clouds, with scorching solar particles floating in the air.
The branches of several large trees playfully teased the women's underwear hanging on the exterior wall of the apartment.
Red, yellow, black, white...
"Who the hell is so inconsiderate? Don't they know that throwing things from high-rise buildings can kill people?"
Gao Ang roared at the people upstairs.
He had encountered this many times. The upstairs residents were probably hopelessly lazy, throwing garbage out the window just for convenience.
After yelling and cursing for a while, Gao Ang finally caught his breath.
He was just venting his anger; he didn't expect the person who threw the object to come out and admit their mistake.
With the recent promulgation of the Civil Code, throwing objects from high-rise buildings has been included as an illegal act.
After rubbing his head a few times, Gao Ang didn't think there was anything seriously wrong. He was still very angry and was about to go upstairs.
"Mr. Gao, what's wrong?"
The person who called him over was the apartment manager, who had short hair, a delicate face, and light makeup, and looked quite capable and stylish.
Gao Gao rents a Vanke apartment, which costs 3,500 yuan a month.
The benefits of expensive rental fees are also obvious: regular cleaning, regular disinfection, and regular inspections.
It's 8:30 a.m. now, which is about the time when the apartment manager starts his first round of inspections.
"Someone threw something from a high-rise building!"
Gao Ang pointed upstairs, then scratched his head. "How many times have I told you this? Does nobody care?"
He just couldn't understand how such a big brand of apartments couldn't handle such a small matter.
"Mr. Gao, in response to your previous complaint, we have installed surveillance cameras in the vicinity, and no other similar incidents have occurred recently."
"Don't tell me 'not recently,' I just got hit on the head!"
Gao Ang pointed to the spot where he had been hit, lowered his head, and reached over, fiddling with his hair. "Look, look, right here, is there any bleeding?"
He was in real pain, and he was quite certain that he had been hit.
Upon hearing this, the apartment manager quickly looked down and was startled: Could he have really been hit?
If someone is actually hit by the falling object, finding the perpetrator would be fine, but if they can't, Vanke Apartments will have to bear the responsibility.
This is a provision of the Civil Code.
"Um, Mr. Gao, it seems... you're alright?"
"Hmm? No bleeding?"
Gao Ang feigned ignorance and said, "I was clearly hit...it was probably something like a peach pit..."
“I’m not making this up, something really did hit me like that… I’m not one to make a fuss, I’ll find the ‘murder weapon’ for you.”
Gao Feng was certain that he had been 'hit' by something.
My scalp, which used to ache slightly, is now a little itchy.
There were a few bicycles parked in front of the apartment building, and a little further away was the parking lot, where several BMWs, Mercedes-Benzes, and Audis were parked, along with his own beat-up little car.
Gao Ang lowered his head, bent over, and stared wide-eyed as he carefully searched the 'crime scene' of the area, which was several dozen square meters in size, by the door.
"That's strange, why can't I find it?"
After searching for several minutes, Gao found nothing.
It's not that there were no debris on the ground, but rather that the debris didn't match the characteristics of what he considered a 'murder weapon'.
Do tree leaves count?
And it was fresh, just fallen from the tree.
There wasn't a single hard object larger than 1 centimeter in diameter on the ground near the entrance.
The apartment manager looked at him suspiciously: Was this guy out to tease her so early in the morning?
"Ahem, if we can't find it, then forget it. You have surveillance footage anyway..."
He waved his hand, swiped his access card sheepishly, and fled the scene as if escaping.
As he was leaving, a stray cat downstairs seemed to mock him, meowing at him a few times.
"Hey, you're here to join the fun too!"
He stroked it hard a couple of times, making it impatient, and then Gao Ang went upstairs satisfied.
"This is so damn embarrassing!"
Gao Ang stood in front of his room and muttered something to himself.
Enter the room password: , and with a "beep", the password door opens.
The apartment is nearly 50 square meters, with a balcony. The scorching sun is already shining on the clothes drying on the balcony.
The scent of Blue Moon laundry detergent wafted into my nostrils through the open balcony door.
To the right is the toilet and shower room. Due to space limitations, there is no bathtub, which is a bit of a pity.
To the left is a mini kitchen. Although you can't cook, you can do simple food processing, such as boiling water to make instant noodles or microwaving food.
A little further in on the right is the small living room area, which Gao Ang has converted into a small study.
He separated this place from his bed with a simple partition; this is where he streams his games.
Yes, Gao Ang is a freelancer, and live streaming is one of his interests and also one of his sources of income.
After graduating from Dongguk University of Political Science and Law, he came to Shanghai alone, originally planning to take the civil service exam and see if he could get a job in the public security, procuratorate, or court system.
But the allure of the internet led him astray.
Aren't games fun?
Are novels not good?
Isn't the movie great?
Before I knew it, three years had passed, and the civil service job was long gone, just a pipe dream.
To put it bluntly, the reason he hasn't starved to death is really thanks to his own gossipy mouth.
He streams games but never shows his face.
It's just about chatting and joking with my friends, and casually playing a not-so-popular game: Dota Auto Chess.
If you lack skill, make up for it with your chatter!
Viewers watch him play chess not to see his skill.
As our users would say: Isn't stand-up comedy great?
Besides being a chatterbox, another characteristic of Gao Ang's live streams is that he makes a big fuss over nothing.
His fans all know he's in Pudong, Shanghai, so they gave him a nickname: Pudong Lao Jiao!
To give a simple example, in Auto Chess, crafting a Battle Fury requires a Perseverance Orb, a Broadsword, and a Mithril Hammer.
If you want to get the Berserker Axe in the early stages, or before wave 25, the Broadsword is the most difficult of the three parts to obtain.
So, whenever the live stream reaches wave 20 (Bear Big and Bear Two) or wave 25 (Sculptor Brother), Gao Ao's live stream will usually hear this old shout: "Sword, come!"
Ninety-nine times out of ten, a hammer comes instead of a sword!
"Knock knock knock"
The next thing you hear in the live stream is this sound...
As a result, the expensive mouse needs to be replaced five times a month...
Fortunately, he was using a Double Swallow mouse, which is extremely cost-effective.
If it were a different brand of mouse, he might have gone bankrupt because of this.
Not all mice are as inexpensive and yet offer such quality assurance as A4Tech.
To paraphrase an advertising slogan: Not all mice are called A4Tech!
I checked the time; it was almost nine o'clock.
Gao Ang quickly turned on his computer, ready to begin his work for the day.
If it's just about being a chatterbox, how could such a not-so-popular game possibly support him and give him spare money to buy a car?
Besides being a chatterbox, Gao Feng also has another characteristic: diligence!
Other streamers usually start their broadcasts around noon and end them around 6 or 7 pm, which is at most seven or eight hours a day.
But Gao Yu is different.
He starts his live stream at 9 a.m. and ends around 1 a.m., making his daily live stream time more than twice that of others!
In addition, he is a conspiracy theorist and has a slight case of paranoia, so he did not join any live streaming guilds.
Fortunately, he has a group of loyal viewers, and with a slightly higher revenue share than other streamers, he can barely make a living.
"Brothers, today's a bad day!"
"I went downstairs to throw out the trash just now and almost got my head blown off by that bastard upstairs. I knew it wasn't a good sign!"
The game started terribly; by wave ten, I didn't have a single pair or synergy, and I couldn't even defeat the monsters after wave ten...
Unsurprisingly, he left in a Fast & Furious 8...
After being matched with a new opponent, Gao Ang casually pulled open the partition, thinking that a little sunlight would make him feel more comfortable.
...
"Brothers, how was it? Did you get a chicken dinner? I told you, my genius-invented 'Beast Spirit' style prioritizes survival and getting points, while winning depends on luck. I wasn't lying, was I?"
Gao smugly spoke into the microphone, launching into sarcastic remarks and mockery of his viewers.
"Wow, amazing! 12 hours later, you got the first chicken dinner. I'm completely defeated!"
"'Beast Spirit' is nothing special. Watch my 'Four Divine Riders' easily annihilate you!"
“ZZ streamer, ‘Yinsui’ has already won five games, and you’ve only won one in 12 hours…”
Looking at the scrolling comments on the screen, Gao Feng let out a disdainful snort, "Hmph, I, 'Pu Dong Lao Jiao,' would never stoop to colluding with someone else's overused lineup!"
"Wait... 12 hours... 12 hours have already passed?"
Ang Gao stared wide-eyed at the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen, somewhat incredulous: 21:18 on June 18, 2020!
From 9 a.m. until now, it has been a full 12 hours of live streaming!
But... why don't I feel hungry at all?
No, food is essential for life; you'll get hungry if you skip a meal!
What's more, he hadn't eaten three meals in a whole day.
Gao Ang quickly picked up his iPhone XR, which had been sent back for repairs three times, opened the Eleme app, and prepared to treat himself.
"Since Kao's own 'Beast Spirit' style has won a chicken dinner, then let's have some stewed chicken!"
While happily browsing the Eleme app and looking at the pictures of braised chicken in a clay pot, Gao Ang decided to order two servings.
"But why don't I feel hungry at all?"
He panicked a little. Could it be that he was too hungry and his stomach was starting to refuse food?
I hurriedly placed the order, tossed aside my phone, opened the fish skin bag I'd brought from my hometown, grabbed a handful of peanuts, peeled them, and popped them into my mouth...
It still tastes the same, with the unique aroma of peanuts filling the entire mouth.
Gao Ang finally felt a little relieved.
"They must have been starving..."
Gao Ang muttered to himself, glancing at his phone's location. He figured the delivery guy would be out in about half an hour. "One more round!"
...
"Wait a minute, I ate both servings of braised chicken by myself?"
Gao looked at the two empty boxes with disbelief.
He knew exactly how much he could eat.
With such a large portion of braised chicken, he can basically eat until he's about 70-80% full.
He bought two portions because he planned to keep one in the refrigerator for breakfast or lunch the next day.
Staring blankly at the lunchbox, Gao Feng was a little confused.
What exactly happened?
Before he could figure it out, he was startled by the commotion in his stomach.
He could clearly feel his stomach churning violently.
The reason it is described as intense is relative to the past.
In normal people, the peristalsis and digestion in the stomach are basically imperceptible.
However, Gao Ang could clearly feel, or rather experience, the peristalsis of his own stomach and intestines.
With each contraction and expansion, through repeated squeezing and friction, it can even transform into incredible shapes...
The purpose is to quickly digest the stewed chicken that has just slid down the esophagus.
Gao Ang was a little scared. What was going on?
Is this what Taoism calls 'inner vision'?
So, is the next step to Foundation Establishment and Golden Core?
"It might be a hallucination... Yes, it must be a hallucination!"
After comforting himself for a moment, Gao Ang put aside his thoughts, pushed open the balcony door, and began his daily weight loss workout.
Do 50 push-ups, 50 sit-ups, 50 squats, and 50 bends to touch the ground.
The eighth set of broadcast gymnastics was performed twice... and with background music.
Fortunately, the apartment was very soundproof, so he wouldn't be mistaken for a lunatic by the other residents.
How did he know the apartment had excellent soundproofing?
He conducted an experiment: he played a short film on a stereo inside the room, turned the moaning up to the maximum volume, and there was basically no sound outside!
After completing a workout, Gao Yang felt something was off.
Although the amount of exercise wasn't high, it wasn't easy for him, a homebody in a sub-healthy state.
After completing this set of exercises, I'm usually not out of breath or drenched in sweat, but my heart rate will at least jump a few times.
But now, he seems completely unaffected: his face doesn't flush and his heart doesn't skip a beat.
It's true that his heart isn't beating; Gao Feng can barely feel his own heartbeat anymore.
If he hadn't placed his right hand on his chest and clearly felt the occasional strong thumping of his heart, he would have thought he was dead.
"What the hell is going on?"
Gao Ang was still pondering this question while taking a shower.
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