“Let’s go!” A chorus of enthusiasm filled the space as the handsome little broadcaster revealed the last name, prompting the barrage of comments.
“As an old fan of the channel, I’m very satisfied that my wife has caught the platform’s investor!”
“Our focus shouldn’t be on the investor’s name; can we see more of my wife?”
“Marrying into a wealthy family.jpg”
“Will my wife continue to stream after this event? I’ve developed a habit of watching her every day. How will I sleep if she doesn’t stream anymore?”
“Hey, even though I’m one of the bad men, I wouldn’t want my wife to stream again… She is mine alone (awkward).”
Yan Chuan heard the cheers around him and realized this segment had come to a successful close. At least he hadn’t called anyone by the wrong name; he sighed in relief.
Given the popularity of his channel, winning the competition shouldn’t be too hard. Once he completed the task, he could leave this script and earn the corresponding points.
But first, he needed to see Qi Yan and the others. Calling out the wrong name would be too embarrassing.
He imagined being confronted for misnaming someone and instinctively shrugged his shoulders.
Fortunately, he hadn’t made any mistakes, as he had carefully remembered their names during earlier interactions.
Lost in thought, Yan Chuan suddenly noticed that the surrounding area had fallen silent.
“You won.” He felt someone remove the blindfold from his eyes, and he squinted against the sudden light.
Won?
He blinked and glanced at the staff who were cheering around him.
On the big screen, his live stream was displayed, adorned with a golden crown, signifying he had taken first place in terms of popularity.
Indeed, he had won.
However, he hadn’t heard the notification that his task was complete. Just as he was about to frown in confusion, a voice cut through the air.
“Let’s go.”
Out of nowhere, Qi Yan appeared, gripping Yan Chuan’s wrist, and said, “I’m taking you somewhere.”
Yan Chuan hesitated, looking at the increasing crowd in the hall. “Where?”
Qi Yan replied, “To the place that winners go.”
**Author’s Note**:
The next chapter marks the end of this world; the next world should be the Closed Island prison.
(Today, I had a gum scraping treatment without anesthesia. It was painful.)
Chapter 63: The Cross-Dressing Host 30
Where could this place for winners be?
Yan Chuan bit his lip, hesitating, but Qi Yan led him away from the villa.
He watched the tall figure in front of him, pondering Qi Yan’s words.
Qi Yan was the platform’s investor, and this script was themed around live streaming, making him a central figure in this narrative.
Since he was the core figure… Yan Chuan fell into thought. Did the fact that he hadn’t heard the completion alert have anything to do with where Qi Yan was taking him?
Yan Chuan felt his heart racing.
Did it have something to do with the background of this script?
Uncertain, he glanced at Qi Yan’s back, then surveyed the lush trees lining the road.
Qi Yan led Yan Chuan out of the villa area.
The chosen venue for the event was a resort villa on the outskirts of K City, almost at its very edge. Although the scenery was beautiful, it was rare to see any signs of people here.
What would he see up ahead?
He hesitated but continued to follow Qi Yan, soon arriving at the end of the forest.
The end?
Yan Chuan realized something as he scanned the open expanse of the forest.
Towering trees surrounded them, and in the distance, the forest faded into a tiny point. Blinding light filtered through the dense branches, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
The soil was soft, slightly damp, with a earthy, metallic scent.
Yan Chuan twitched his nose and picked up another scent.
It wasn’t from the soil or the air; it was mixed with a pungent leather and smoke odor—something that shouldn’t be found in this rarely-trodden forest.
In the distance, he thought he heard noise, traveling over like it was coming through glass.
The event staff wouldn’t be coming here; their live sessions hadn’t included outdoor broadcasts yet.
For a brief moment, Yan Chuan felt as if the glaring light above came from spotlights, continuously bathing everything in white light.
Someone… was watching them from an unseen place.
This speculation made him anxiously bite his lip, unconsciously drawing connections to small incidents within the script.
But when he turned back to look, the forest remained unchanged and quiet, with only the two of them present.
Qi Yan, who walked ahead, finally stopped.
He turned around, his deep and handsome face obscured in a hazy glow of daylight, making him less distinct.
Only those pitch-black, sticky eyes, like asphalt, looked at him clearly.
Yan Chuan heard his own voice.
“Where is this?” he asked hesitantly, feeling that the answer was just on the tip of his tongue.