My American magical life
Chapter 202 - 202 79 Bro I'm only 19 this year

202: Chapter 79: Bro, I’m only 19 this year 202: Chapter 79: Bro, I’m only 19 this year (Today’s two updates are all about pulling the male lead and Xiao Zhao’s plot, full of dialogue; those who don’t like reading dialogue may choose not to subscribe.)

Kernor had already gone through the broadcast gymnastics once, and the anxious, corpulent black man stood in place, helplessly looking towards Cheng Daqi.

He didn’t know what to do next.

“Friends, it’s already very late here in America, so I’m going offline now, goodbye.”

End the broadcast at lightning speed, never working overtime.

The timely and decisive departure could actually invoke an audience’s longing for more, setting the stage for the next broadcast.

While Kernor’s otherworldly skills may be abstract, they truly are uniquely groundbreaking.

In the entire Internet, apart from Kernor, there was no second person who could abstractly reach deep into one’s soul like him.

In terms of scarcity, Kernor was unique for the time being—like an unsurpassed genius in a fantasy novel, where the world only allowed for one such talent!

“Is it a bit sudden?”

Zhao Hongjin herself felt it was sudden, not to mention the live audience.

Zhang Weiqi listlessly put down his phone, his mouth curling with dissatisfaction.

There were far too many like him; even more viewers didn’t know Cheng Daqi.

They went straight to cursing.

There, they had fallen into Cheng Daqi’s routine all over again.

To lead on followers, Cheng Daqi was a pro.

“No worries, Cole, you did well, everyone watching the live stream was astounded by your martial arts, saying that this was the first time in their lives they’ve seen someone practice kung fu to such a level.

You are a one-of-a-kind warrior!”

Kung fu was Kernor’s most cared-about and favorite area; attributing value to his performance in this domain was precisely what Kernor craved.

As a team leader, this was CEO Cheng’s proficient daily psychological spa for his subordinates.

Cheng Daqi’s words were simple, but the corpulent black man immediately hugged him in excitement.

“Chan, without you, I might still be wandering on the streets…

sob.”

People have different expectations.

For Cheng Daqi, his current life was just on the right track.

But for Kernor, every day felt full and joyous.

“Cole, alright, don’t cry.

You’re already a man, men are not supposed to cry.”

Fearing Kernor would smother him with snot, Cheng Daqi offered comfort while handing him a tissue.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…” Kernor kept repeating his gratitude.

This was an amazing experience he had never encountered in his life.

Although Cheng Daqi didn’t tell the whole truth, Kernor felt the taste of being acknowledged.

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Li Haiping’s big house had a spacious backyard, which included a 12×5 meter pool.

Since Saint Rodu was located by the coast, the autumn evening breeze carried a hint of the sea’s moisture, and it was slightly chilly.

The blankets that Scott and his friends had fought for yesterday were finally put to use, their efforts not in vain.

“Here, you can put it over your legs.”

Passing the blanket to Zhao Hongjin, Cheng Daqi seated himself next to her.

“So, you girls truly aren’t afraid of the cold, you, Lisa, Mi’er, all wearing skirts and bare legs.

Does the cold wind make you more beautiful as it blows?”

Gently covering her knees with the blanket, Zhao Hongjin replied,

“Thank you, but it’s not that cold yet.

I probably won’t dress like this after November.

However, many people are bundling up because of the cold wind.

Girls who dare to brave the cold to go out can attract more attention than usual.

It makes sense.

She’s paid a price and received something in return.”

Cheng Daqi’s earlier observation wasn’t wrong; Zhao Hongjin was a bit tense.

Who talks about clothes being thin or thick with dialectical reasoning in a casual conversation?

“Why are you looking at me like that?

Did I say something wrong?”

Noticing Cheng Daqi’s meaningful glance, Zhao Hongjin started to feel uneasy.

‘Xiao Zhao, showing weakness, huh?’ Cheng thought to himself.

Sometimes people have intuitions.

We meet others, interact briefly, and then naturally realize we might be alike.

So, driven by this sensation, the conversation between Cheng Daqi and Zhao Hongjin felt a bit leapfrogging.

Whether it’s messaging on social media or short exchanges during a party, they could take big steps forward in just a few words.

Because both felt that the other seemed like someone similar to themselves.

This description is complex and lengthy, but in the past, it could be summed up in two simple words: tongzhi.

What is tongzhi?

For Cheng Daqi at this moment, tongzhi roughly equated to him daring to directly ask Zhao Hongjin about the source of her stress.

“Sister Zhao, I’m not a bad guy, are you really under that much stress?”

The girl with the peach blossom eyes was waiting for Cheng Daqi’s response, but she didn’t expect that he could immediately see her tension.

Giving Cheng Daqi a resentful look, Zhao Hongjin tried to explain, but she immediately realized there was no need to hide anything from him.

Zhao Hongjin saw clearly how sharp and intelligent Cheng Daqi was, even with their limited interactions.

Therefore, she just pouted and muttered in response,

“You are the first friend I made in America.

But if making friends were a game, I feel like I’ve just received a novice’s wooden sword with an attack power of 1, and right out the door, I’ve run into a boss armed to the teeth.

Every word I chat with someone like you brings me so much pressure…”

In fact, Zhao Hongjin hadn’t finished her thought.

Cheng Daqi was not only the first friend she made in America but also the first friend outside her family and education environment’s confined space.