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Chapter 367 - 368: Red Packet Rain_1

Chapter 367: Chapter 368: Red Packet Rain_1

"Let’s just leave it at that; no need to bring it up again," said Li Changlin, not wanting to be too hard on his little fan.

With a wave of his hand, he sat down beside Qian Ziwei, alongside Zhou Ziyu.

Now that the matter was out in the open, Zhou Ziyu’s mood had improved. With about half an hour to go before the finals started, he pulled out his phone and logged into Li Changlin’s live stream.

"Yo, Zhou Ziyu, you’re here!" chimed one viewer, "Since you snatched Changlin’s couplet, shouldn’t you make a gesture?"

"Yeah, that was a crystallization of the bros’ collective wisdom!"

"It’s a pity, though, that Brother Changlin ended up not using the couplet we all came up with."

"How can this be right? The two remaining couplets don’t seem to have any meaningful allusions behind them!"

"Seriously, Brother Changlin is awesome for even coming up with those kinds of references—I’m totally blown away!"

"Who would’ve thought Brother Changlin could craft such brilliant couplets!"

"Guys, don’t change the subject—I’m talking about getting Zhou Ziyu to show some appreciation!"

The chat was lively.

Even though nobody noticed Zhou Ziyu’s account popping in, with Qian Ziwei pointing her phone at Li Changlin, Zhou Ziyu, who was sitting next to him, also made it into the video.

Seeing Zhou Ziyu logged into the Endless live stream, many people guessed he must have joined the live room.

"Xin Chen has purchased a Golden Ring for Li Changlin of Earth, and Li Changlin of Earth is now overjoyed."

That’s just the kind of person Zhou Ziyu was—quiet, preferring to let his actions do the talking.

Without a word and without blinking an eye, he bought a Golden Ring and sent it to Li Changlin.

"Holy cow, a rich second generation, huh!"

"Xin Chen, damn, a rich second gen for real—so wealthy."

"What the heck, how can such a young kid be so loaded? This is just tragic."

"Xin Chen, I want to have your babies."

With the Golden Ring costing fifty thousand, Zhou Ziyu didn’t hesitate at all—didn’t even blink—now that’s spending big.

This had many people feeling envious.

The guy sure was born under a lucky star, into a wealthy home.

Many were green with envy.

It’s so depressing; the nerve of this little brat being so rich! How about donating some, bro, to help out your fellow brothers?

And talk about being shameless—the women in the live stream room, especially. One called Fairy Xiao Xiaoqiao was even clamoring to have Zhou Ziyu’s babies.

Way too dirty!

Li Changlin was quite dumbfounded by these comments in the chat.

"Brother Changlin, let me on the mic," said Zhou Ziyu, now a Golden Protector and brimming with confidence.

Li Changlin coughed a bit, but didn’t refuse, and promptly pulled Zhou Ziyu into the Mic Sequence.

"Hey, brothers and sisters, nice to meet you, I’m Xin Chen, but you can call me Zhou Ziyu, as you all know from just now," Zhou Ziyu greeted the audience directly upon joining the Mic Sequence, "A beauty just said she wanted to have my babies, sorry but I’m afraid I’m taken. You guessed it, it’s that Little Meng Mei—I really like her. I joined this couplet selection event just for her. Oh man, I’m so nervous, but I won’t give up. Cheering me on, brothers and sisters? I’ll send you all some red packets."

True to his word, Zhou Ziyu went ahead and purchased red packets from the Gift Treasure Box and sent them out.

Rustling loud, a huge wave of red envelope rain descended, and the entire live broadcast room instantly boiled over.

Grab, grab, let’s start grabbing!

At this time, no one was talking anymore; everyone was busy grabbing red envelopes. Even Qian Ziwei was having such a good time, swishing around, she even managed to grab three red envelopes.

Goodness, lucky streak, worthy of a chef—those hands and eyes are really quick.

Li Changlin couldn’t help himself either and immediately turned his head to look over.

Qian Ziwei opened the red envelopes: one was sixty cents, another a dollar, and there was even one worth two dollars and thirty cents.

Awesome, truly a big spender.

Li Changlin straightened up and gave Zhou Ziyu a big thumbs up.

So cool!

"Brother Changlin, I’m straightforward, right?" Zhou Ziyu was utterly smug. Just now, with one gesture, he released 150,000 red envelopes. Everyone in the live broadcast room got one—it all came down to whose hands were faster.

"Impressive, keep it going!" Knowing that Zhou Ziyu was a wealthy second generation, Li Changlin didn’t hold back, "Come on, if you have what it takes, send an Alliance Hierarch to the author. This time I’ll guarantee you get first place in the selection competition for our guild."

Hehe, that’s how awesome it is. Our Brother Changlin has the golden touch, it’s just competing with other guilds, no big deal!

Li Changlin didn’t really care; he had no intention of grabbing first place anyway. When the time came, he would just concede it to Zhou Ziyu.

"Cough cough cough, who’s the author?" Zhou Ziyu was momentarily puzzled, looking up at Li Changlin with eyes that were truly innocent and blameless.

Damn it, forget I said anything!

Li Changlin was truly vexed and laughed awkwardly, "Never mind, if you don’t want to, that’s okay."

It really didn’t matter; he had already received so much support, he couldn’t ask for more.

"Alright, I’ll release another red envelope." To ensure he could get a good spot in the selection competition, Zhou Ziyu was all in.

Without any hesitation, this time he threw a rain of 200,000-dollar red envelopes. The creatures in the live broadcast room were grabbing them with so much joy.

It’s so darn frustrating—shit, wouldn’t it be better to give me those 200,000 by tipping or sending gifts!

Li Changlin felt bitter, oh so bitter. Could we still have a good time playing around here!

That sucks!

So unsatisfying, he needed to vent, to vent!

200,000 dollars, just slipped away like that, my Alliance Hierarch—cough cough, no, my forty-percent cut!

Li Changlin felt very depressed, very sad.

Alright then, I won’t argue with a little brat like you. But guys, start sending some gifts!

After snatching so many red envelopes, you guys ought to send a wave of gifts to your brother, Li Changlin thought to himself.

It was as if they heard his prayers. Soon enough, countless gifts started floating down on the live broadcast’s main screen.

Rustling, these gifts came as if they cost nothing.

How many could there be? Why, why just a few each? It’s so pitifully sad.

Originally, Li Changlin had high hopes that if someone sent a wave of high-level gifts, he would truly strike it rich.

But the brothers weren’t powerful enough, only sending a wave of small gifts.

There was nothing he could do. Li Changlin could only clasp his hands and bow in thanks.