Chapter 207: eSports X Good Luck Charm X Love Scam (5) + (6) + (7)

Chapter 207: eSports X Good Luck Charm X Love Scam (5) + (6) + (7)

-1-

The system: "Ah He has a point."

Keding: "..."

Just at that moment, the manager arrived.

"You guys really aren't afraid of something bad happening from staying up so late?" the manager said, having shaved only half of his beard, as he looked at Ah He's computer screen. "It's 4 AM and you're grinding ranks in Plants vs. Zombies? Are you planning to join the Song King Zombie League next year?"

Ah He: "I could do that."

Duan Ronghan looked at the electric razor in his hand.

"Are you going out at this hour?"

"The assistant didn't manage to get tickets, so they took the earliest flight for a business trip," the manager replied, noticing Pu Xuhao was also there. He greeted him, "Your birthday is next week. I sent you the event details on WeChat. Does it look alright?"

The young man recalled for a moment.

"Are you sure you want to invite so many people?"

"Absolutely! The bosses want it to be big to hype us up for the upcoming matches," the manager said in a lowered voice. "A bunch of celebs and voice actors want to show up. We should give them some respect, right?"

Before Pu Xuhao could respond, Ah He's eyes were already sparkling with excitement, his dark circles evident as he fervently sent signals to Pu Xuhao.

"...Alright, alright," Pu Xuhao, used to indulging him, said. "Can we at least have some dignity here?"

Ah He: "I just want to get close to my waifu, I don't care!"

"I promise, but let's screen the guests first and make sure no shady entertainment reporters sneak in," Pu Xuhao said. "Speaking of which, did that new cleaner start working yet?"

The manager, who had been smiling, suddenly couldn't anymore.

"Wait, are you serious, bro?"

"What, you don't want to?"

"Of course not," the manager wiped his sweat with the back of his hand. "But... are you really considering that cleaner?"

The cleaner looked okay, but come on, they only finished vocational school. Dude, can't you set your sights a little higher?

Pu Xuhao: "What if I want to try dating?"

The manager: "Oh man, what did I do wrong? My heart can't handle this."

The young man narrowed his peach blossom eyes and said, "I'm kidding. Go catch your flight."

After the manager left, Duan Ronghan soon brought over a glass of iced lemon tea and placed it in front of Pu Xuhao.

"Wanna practice a round?"

"What time is it?" Pu Xuhao replied. "It's time to hit the hay. See ya."

Duan Ronghan suddenly asked, "Do you hate me?"

Ah He spoke in a low voice, "Hey, I'm still here. Maybe we should stop listening in."

Pu Xuhao reached forward, and Duan Ronghan did not dodge.

His slightly cool fingertips pressed against the side of the man's face, tracing upward.

They touched his cheek, then brushed over his brow.

Duan Ronghan simply stared at him.

"I just realized you're quite good-looking too," Pu Xuhao said.

Duan Ronghan pressed his lips together in silence, still not pulling away from him.

"I'm begging you, can we move somewhere else?" Ahe blocked his view with his arm. "I've got ten more minutes left, and I swear I didn't hear anything."

Pu Xuhao let go of his hand and promptly left with his lemon tea.

After the young man left, Ahe paused the game again and looked over at the demon king mid-laner who was sitting in deep thought.

"Bro, what do you see in him, his arrogance or the fact that he's obsessed with looks?"

Duan Ronghan: "He just complimented me on my looks."

Ahe made a 'Seriously, bro, what’s wrong with you?' expression and rubbed his temples before closing the game.

Forget this, I’m done.

People shouldn't stay up late.

Staying up too late leads to hallucinations—pure delusions.

Keding's targets never included girls, so encountering someone like Tang Ting gave him a headache.

After not responding for five or six days, she called one afternoon.

"What are you doing?"

Her voice on the other end of the phone was light and amused.

"Training."

"Really not going to talk to me?" Tang Ting's background noise from the film set came through, and she walked to a quieter spot before continuing calmly, "Is it because of too much stress lately, or did you start avoiding me after hearing some nonsense?"

Keding said to the system, "Her voice is so mature and clear—it's shaking my resolve."

System: "Where's your stoic face? Your icy heart?"

Keding held his silence for a while, deciding to maintain his cool guy persona.

Tang Ting waited for a moment, then sighed softly.

"You used to call me 'sister' every day, and now you barely talk to me.

I found the vinyl record you wanted in Venice. My assistant will bring it over later.

Everyone there was foreign, and I stumbled through asking in English for a while, even getting laughed at by tourists.

Can you comfort me? Come on, say, 'Sister, you’ve worked so hard. I love you the most, sister.'"

Keding: "It's really hard not to say it!"

System: "Sure, her words are seductive, but what about your legendary achievements?!"

Keding: "She’s telling me to pamper her!!"

Pu Xuhao's cool demeanor didn’t hold up for long.

"Sister," he said in a low voice, "I'm really in training."

"Be good," Tang Ting smiled, "I’ll see you at the birthday party. I’ve already gotten permission from the director."

After the call ended, Keding fell into deep thought.

System: "You’re really susceptible to this kind of manipulation."

Keding: "The other two are just as tough!!"

"Just look at that mid-laner—he looks like Ryukawa from Slam Dunk, which makes the game way harder!"

"And that mixed-race noble, he’s a pro at playing the victim and being adorable—clearly a relationship expert!"

"I have a question."

"Hmm?"

"Hasn’t anyone tried cutting ties with those three completely, not even being friends, and just focusing on finishing the game quickly?"

The system quickly checked the records and said, "A couple of people tried that."

"Not replying to messages, not meeting privately, keeping the protagonist in the training room focused on the championship final."

"And then?"

"Then the protagonist would still have their birth details stolen, their nails and hair collected, their jade pendants taken, and ultimately, they’d have a mental breakdown before the competition, ending up back where they started."

The system gestured for him to look at the other teammates still training, reminding him, "In esports, you can’t keep your nails too long—they affect your performance."

"Even if you cut them once and cremate them, they'll find ways to deal with it, at least pulling some hair."

Keding pondered.

"Sis, have they found out about the fortune teller thing?"

System: "This… uh."

Keding: "Why are you hesitating?"

System: "It's a bit embarrassing to say."

Keding: "...Ah?"

System: "The situation is that about ninety percent of people in our country are superstitious..."

"With Wenquxing, the God of Wealth, Bodhisattva, and Buddha shining down on us... there are hardly any real atheists or materialists."

The system, when checking the situation, had the habit of casting a wide net to catch key points, and discovered that from the higher-ups in the team to every member, and even the targets, everyone was into superstitions.

The higher their status, the more likely they are to believe in mystical beliefs.

He goes to the local land god temple to burn incense before every big competition, and the top laner has been keeping a family bodhisattva since his great-grandmother's time.

Duan Ronghan carries a good luck charm with him at all times, and even places it under his usual keyboard during training matches.

In the entertainment industry, it's even more extreme. From fox spirits to Guman Tong, to the Four Pillars and Eight Characters, they believe in all sorts of things. After all, relying on promotion is one thing, but relying on fate is another, and fate is something mysterious. No one really knows the right way to handle it.

Keding's eyebrows twitched as he asked, "What about that Shen guy? The one from the blue-blood wealthy family? Isn't he mixed-race? He wouldn't believe in white or black magic, would he?"

"His mom believes in blind astrology, his dad believes in Catholicism, and his sister can read tarot cards."

System Sister threw up her hands. "That's just how it is."

It's gotten to the point where even the security guard at the gate is a lay Buddhist practitioner who's taken vows. There's no chance of giving out golden water now.

Keding held his head. "Can you guys believe in science for just a moment, please!"

The System was also exasperated. "These days, no one can confidently say they don’t believe in the god of wealth!"

She remembered something and added, "As a last resort, didn't you use a pen blessed by the Confucius Temple during your college entrance exam?"

Keding replied, "My mom even took me to kowtow in front of a Confucius statue. I'm sorry."

System Sister asked, "Do you believe in the god of wealth?"

Keding said, "Please don't question the existence of such a supreme being, okay?"

-2-

As the heir of one of the three major bubble tea conglomerates, Pu Xuhao's family has rolling profits, so he doesn't need to sign overly strict contracts with live streaming platforms.

He streams purely out of interest, sometimes going live all night when he’s in the mood, and going offline after just half an hour when he's annoyed.

Some of his teammates don't meet their streaming time requirements for the first half of the month, so they have to stretch it out by chatting or reading fan mail for the latter half.

After all, contracts are no joke.

Pu Xuhao observed for a while and resumed streaming after a ten-day hiatus.

Since Keding was standing in for him, there was a bit of inexperience in adjusting the equipment and software, but no one noticed any anomalies.

[Bro, it's been forever! TAT What are we playing today? I can't wait!]

[You dog, you finally showed up!! Your subscriber has started working!!]

[Are you going to duo queue with my goddess today? I'm in a hurry, waiting online!]

[A petition for EYE to stream twenty-four hours a day!]

Pu Xuhao adjusted the lighting and camera, then propped his chin on his hand. "Today, we're just chatting, no gaming."

Although the comments were filled with complaints, the number of viewers continued to rise as more people invited their friends into the live stream room.

In front of everyone's eyes, he started opening a package.

With a utility knife, he sliced open the box to reveal a golden tortoise shell and some iconic three emperor coins.

"I’ve got something special here," Pu Xuhao said as he stuck the rune sticker provided by the store onto the tortoise shell, placed the coins inside, and shook it a few times with a practiced motion.

The barrage went wild.

[Holy shit, I knew he had some real skills?! Here it comes!]

[Is the lucky carp about to work its magic?]

[Bro Pu, bless me to get rich!! If I strike it rich this year, I’ll spam your chat with yachts and rockets—]

[Bro, can you tell when I’ll marry your mid laner? I’ve already picked out the church. Really urgent.]

The super admin, catching wind of what was happening, kindly reminded everyone that superstitious activities, including fortune-telling, were not allowed in the live stream.

Pu Xuhao asked, "Super admin, what if it's not fortune-telling, but a seminar on traditional culture?"

Super admin: “……”

The stream title was changed to [Broadcast Session | Traditional Culture Charm Research Center]

A viewer volunteered to be the guinea pig, going live on mic, saying they wanted relationship advice.

The guy had just started when Pu Xuhao said, "Stop."

"Don’t say anything. I’ll read your situation."

The guinea pig was stunned. "I don’t need to tell you my birth details? Or what the specific issue is?"

Pu Xuhao: "I’ll see for myself. Just wait for the result."

"Wait… are you really that good that you don’t need any of that?"

As this unfolded, the barrage blew up even more.

[No wonder he planned to retire so early. He must’ve already seen his future.]

[If his fortune-telling skills are real, he should play the stock market instead of streaming. That’s what I’d do.]

[Don’t listen to his nonsense. The props are brand new. He’s just putting on a show, and you’re falling for it?]

Pu Xuhao said to the guy on the call, "Now, I’ll ask questions, and you just say yes or no."

"Okay, go ahead. Just don’t ask anything too outrageous," the volunteer said. "You’re not going to ask for my bank card password, right?"

The barrage erupted in laughter, saying who would want your measly few bucks.

Pu Xuhao, head down, slowly sorted through the coins he had shaken out of the tortoise shell.

"Actually, while you seem laid-back on the surface, you’re quite a proud person inside."

"…Yes."

"Many people don’t see things the way you do, but their intelligence isn’t enough to understand what you’re thinking."

"Mm, correct."

"You’ve already had some job opportunities, but most of the time, you feel underappreciated. The right opportunity that truly values and understands you hasn’t come along yet."

"That’s true."

The guy on the call felt a chill down his spine.

"What are these coins made of? How can they be so accurate..."

"You just said you wanted to talk about relationship issues, right?" Pu Xuhao said, "Your girlfriend is actually quite pretty, and her personality is decent, but she tends to nitpick over small things, which annoys you."

"Holy crap, how did you know that?"

"She has already made a scene a few times, but this time it's really hard to calm her down. You actually know the issue itself isn't big, but going through this again and again is exhausting for both of you."

"Dude, you're kinda creepy..." the guy said trembling, "Did you look up my household registration?"

"When you ask the question, you kinda want to hear we’ll break up, but also hope we’ll get married, right?"

"Damn, that's exactly it, are you really in this line of work?!"

Pu Xuhao: "...This trick works on everyone. Trust me, you're going to be scammed out of at least 80,000 yuan in your life."

The guy paused for a few seconds, then suddenly raised his voice, "I really was scammed out of 80,000 yuan this year!!"

Pu Xuhao: ?

Once the lucky viewer left, the chat exploded with comments.

Some people asked him to predict the next tournament, some asked if he really had metaphysical talents or if he just made up some stuff to avoid the super moderator.

More people were eager to volunteer as guinea pigs, saying they were willing to answer anything and even asked if the streamer would take private requests.

"I don’t do private requests or add anyone’s DMs," Pu Xuhao said, "I don’t feel like playing games today, just want to chat with a few people casually."

"Let’s do it again."

This time, a very nervous female fan came on, her voice sounding very immature.

"Bro Xuhao, I, I watch your matches a lot, you're really amazing!"

"Thank you," Pu Xuhao said, "Let me cast a reading for you, just a sec."

In front of everyone, he opened the manual and started learning how to cast the reading.

The audience in the comments looked a bit confused.

"[Is he really bad at this or just pretending for the mods...]"

"[I'm calling it now, all of these are scripted for hype.]"

"Dude, this new skill of yours is kinda freaky."

"World champ and a metaphysical genius, huh?"

Pu Xuhao was buried in the manual, and after figuring it out, he cast the reading for the girl.

"What kind of issue are we talking about this time?"

The girl nervously said, "Family issues."

Pu Xuhao said, "That's enough, I'll take it from here."

The girl: "You... you can really read fate?"

Pu Xuhao pointed to the livestream title above. "Mods, don’t ban me, we’re just talking about traditional culture."

[Yes, yes, I can confirm! Moderator, please be reasonable!]

[Laughing out loud, Bro Hao, your rivals are even secretly watching your stream, did you know that?]

[I really wish I could pay to ask him about my family issues privately. He seems to know so much...]

"Your family doesn't spend much money on you, do they?"

The girl hesitated. "It's not too bad; they do spend some money."

"Do you have a younger brother, or is it a cousin?"

The girl couldn't hold back anymore, and sob sounds came through the microphone.

"They'd rather spend money on people outside the family who aren't even blood-related!"

"I get yelled at all night for buying a dress, but they'll spend thousands on sending my cousin to study for the IELTS! How is that fair?!"

Pu Xuhao didn’t interrupt her this time, instead letting her pour out her feelings and vent.

When she had cried enough, Pu Xuhao asked, "Feeling any better now?"

The girl, aware of her loss of composure, tried to control her tearful voice.

"Thanks, I... I feel a little better."

"Now I'm going to help you solve the problem." Pu Xuhao said, "Do you trust me?"

"I trust you."

With tens of thousands of viewers watching, Pu Xuhao took a pointed square piece of yellow paper and began writing and drawing on it.

The moderator couldn't stand it anymore and reminded him again.

Pu Xuhao didn’t even glance up, "Is showcasing calligraphy not allowed in a livestream?"

The moderator: "..."

He spent a long time working with the red pen before showing it to the camera.

Sure enough, there were three Chinese characters in the center.

Pu Xuhao.

Around them were some crooked drawings that didn’t seem to have any direct meaning.

Pu Xuhao casually folded it into a small triangle, and during the process, he said to the girl.

"You’re usually pretty level-headed, right?"

"You hold everything in, and even when you feel very uncomfortable, you only speak gently."

"Yes," the girl said, "I'm really wronged, and I don't know what to do."

"I'll have my assistant contact you and send this calligraphy work to you as quickly as possible."

Pu Xuhao shook it in front of the camera and said, "Once you receive it, say 'I am worthy' three times, then find a safe open space to burn this paper."

"From now on, if anything happens at home, you should say exactly what you think and don’t hold back. You absolutely can't stay silent, understand?"

The girl looked a bit scared. "They will scold me..."

"Then scold them back."

"They also hit people with slippers."

Pu Xuhao asked calmly, "Don't you have your own pair of slippers?"

The girl was caught off guard and laughed, agreeing immediately.

After five days, when the stream went live again, the girl requested to speak once more. This time, her demeanor was completely different.

"Brother Hao, I don’t know what you did, but things feel completely different now." This time, her voice was much louder, like she had someone backing her up. "Brother Hao, my parents took me out to eat, and they even said I've become prettier and that I'm getting more mature in my actions!"

Pu Xuhao, unfazed, continued playing with his newly bought slime.

"What about your cousin?"

"I've always told them I want to learn piano. After I lost my temper yesterday, they somehow called my aunt and got the money back. People who are usually so sensitive—they actually dared to do it!"

"You did well," Pu Xuhao said. "It will only get better from here. I've already given you the gift. Keep it safe."

The girl was stunned for a moment and felt really regretful.

"The talisman paper?"

"The calligraphy piece."

"Oh, the calligraphy piece." The girl said regretfully, "Brother Hao, I really like you a lot. It's such a shame that you wrote me a signature and I had to burn it..."

"I shared some of my good luck with you," Pu Xuhao said, looking up. "Your exams will go more smoothly from now on. Keep going."

After the girl left the mic, the live chat exploded.

[Let me cry on the mic! I want a single pull to get the jackpot! My family is struggling and we're still on welfare!]

[Brother Hao is sharing luck! Did you all hear that!!! I'm going to rub it off hard and take it all! I'll steal yours!]

[Bro, I'll send you diamond yachts, can you make more calligraphy pieces, please?—]

Pu Xuhao usually ignored the live chat, letting people do whatever they wanted. Unexpectedly, Shen Xiangzhi quietly sent him two of the newest expensive gifts.

"It's my birthday this weekend, so there should be a live stream," Pu Xuhao said. "I'll pick ten people and send each a big cake."

"...Those calligraphy pieces were just a joke. With my awful handwriting, you guys actually believed it?"

In the midst of the lively chat, he waved goodbye, ended the stream, and took a deep breath before gulping down some water.

The system finally dared to speak to someone behind the scenes.

"Do you really know how to do it?"

"How could I possibly know that kind of mystical stuff?" Keding, almost worn out from playing the cool guy, said. "It's like stealing hair or fingernails. It's all just psychological suggestion."

"The girl spoke timidly, lacking confidence around outsiders. This suggests she doesn’t get enough attention at home—or enough material support and love."

"By following the logic, it usually turns out this way, right?"

System: "... Wow, I was actually blown away just now."

"It's good that you can believe it," Keding was still chugging water, "My throat is really sore. As someone who's so introverted, going all out for a live stream is really pushing myself."

System: "You, introverted?"

Keding: "My character is always portrayed as a shy, introverted, and timid young guy, right?"

System: "Then the Indian saris I ordered for you are arriving; do you still want them?"

Keding: "Sure, I’ll perform an Indian dance at the birthday party once I get them."

System: "Let me repeat, a shy, introverted, and timid young guy?"

Keding: "Huh? Is there a problem?"

System: "No problem with you, you're perfect."

-3-

On the day of the birthday party, the birthday boy was dragged out of bed at 8 a.m. to get his hair and makeup done.

"Cut me some slack," the birthday boy said weakly, "I’ve barely slept for an hour."

"Who let you stay up playing Werewolf till so late!" The agent was exasperated, "There's still an endorsement ad to shoot later! I don't understand how you can play such a childish game for so long!"

"Auntie, I was wrong, please stop shouting, my head hurts."

The makeup artist, holding a brush, said uncertainly, "Should we still do the hair and makeup?"

"Yes! Take it off after we shoot the ad!" The agent gritted her teeth, "Young master, think about your future—Werewolf or your endorsements and career change?"

The makeup artist whispered, "Look up."

Pu Xuhao rolled his eyes dramatically and said, "I've figured it out: sleep is the most important thing."

"You'll be able to sleep from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. at most," the agent said, flipping through the schedule, "For your birthday, the international tournament organizers even recorded a video message for you. Xiao Yan, make sure to cover his dark circles with several more layers."

"A few big names in the entertainment industry have sent gifts through connections, which is odd since we’ve never had any prior contact..."

The makeup artist, a bit afraid of the agent, still couldn't help but get excited about the topic, "Is it because of the live stream?"

The agent didn't react, "Live stream?"

"He’s been spreading good luck during his recent live streams," the makeup artist said excitedly, "People are thanking him online left and right—it's really working!"

Pu Xuhao, seeing the Weibo page she had pulled up, suddenly felt it looked familiar.

"Did you leave a wish in my comments...?"

The makeup artist, shyly smiling, said, "I really did get a raise, hehe, thanks, my darling."

Keding said to the system, "I suddenly feel that given the situation, we might not even need any items from the points shop."

System: "What? Can you explain it in a simpler way?"

Keding: "For example, I'm kind of craving an orange juice-flavored popsicle right now."

Pu Xuhao, after a momentary thought and seeing nothing happened, cooperated with the makeup artist, continuing to chat and joke while feeling sleepy.

In less than ten minutes, the team manager pushed a cart over to distribute snacks.

"Everyone has been working hard! Come and eat something! Chips! Jerky! And here's a small insulated box with ice cream and popsicles, anything you want!"

Everyone cheered and rushed to grab some snacks. Ahe grabbed an extra popsicle and handed it over.

"Bro Xuhao, you like this one, right?"

"Oh, thanks."

Keding: "See, it's really magical to a creepy extent!"

System: "Whoa..."

Ahe handed over the favor and didn't leave immediately, sidling up to say, "Bro, next time during the match, can you go easier on my red buff?"

Pu Xuhao: "We'll see."

Ahe: "Tch, give me back the popsicle, I'm going to lick it twice."

Pu Xuhao seized the moment to unwrap it and licked the popsicle from top to bottom. "You still want it?"

Ahe: "..."

The entire birthday event followed the schedule. It was more like a large commercial networking event rather than celebrating someone's birthday.

The live stream cameras had already rehearsed twice, and the two hosts had carefully practiced their scripts, delivering witty remarks while the birthday person and guests played together.

Keding basically followed the schedule. He was slow at remembering names and even slower at remembering faces, but it was fine as long as he played the part of a good puppet.

While zoning out, he asked the system, "Among today's celebrities, who is the most famous?"

"It's definitely still Tang Ting," the system said. "She's a star in both TV dramas and movies, with two critically and commercially successful works this year."

"That's really impressive!" Keding said, handing Tang Ting the golden egg, charmed by the older sister's adorable smile for a couple more seconds. "At least she's not a vase character who relies entirely on body doubles. She's very ambitious."

The system hesitated for two seconds and said, "How long has it been since you've read entertainment news?"

Keding: "What?"

System: "You don't follow trending topics and fan forums, do you?"

Keding: "Sis, I'm a medical student."

System: "Let me explain. Nowadays, any actress with some capital isn't a stand-in freak because the company will directly arrange frame-by-frame retouching."

"You heard that right, every single frame of the TV drama is retouched, fine wrinkles on the face, yellow stains on the teeth, to create a flawless beauty."

"And the acting?"

"Acting is an abstract concept, more convenient for capital to hype up," the system said. "Now, as long as you pass, you can market it. Not having had plastic surgery and being able to cry heart-wrenchingly with exaggerated facial expressions, that's already considered Oscar-worthy performance and can stay on the trending list for three days."

"As for the trophies, the best actor and actress awards, it either depends on whether the backing is from the Beijing or Shanghai circles, or you just pay enough to win, the judges are easily bribed."

Keding was confused and said, "So is the entertainment industry totally screwed?"

The system chuckled wryly, "The domestic entertainment scene has been over for a while!"

This realization was so unfamiliar that Keding spent a long time going through related information before reluctantly accepting the truth.

He had thought the entertainment industry was still a world where strength was paramount.

"So, now most of it relies on hype and marketing?"

"Ever since the concept of a hit drama emerged, they've been popping up one after another," the system said. "Whether you've watched them or not, if online users see hundreds of millions of views, that means the whole internet is watching."

"So, the inflated reputation in Tang Ting's strength and reputation..."

The system evaluated for a moment, "She's a top player in the industry, and every year she finds new ways to stay relevant."

"Every year, with a movie or a drama to broadcast, they can market her as a hardworking, dedicated professional," the system continued. "She has three whole styling teams, and professional writers create buzz for each of her looks. That adorable pudding chick dress today was selected by a team of over a dozen people who stayed up all night to find the perfect piece."

Keding: "...Ah?"

It was soon time for the candle-blowing and cake-cutting part. Seeing that Pu Xuhao had already made his wish, the host smiled and said, "Who will the birthday boy give his first slice of cake to?"

"Whoever gets the first slice will have an incredibly lucky year ahead!"

Without much thought, Pu Xuhao held the knife, ready to cut.

A few familiar figures gathered around.

"Am I in the running?" Shen Xiangzhi asked gently.

This young master had rented out several of the tallest buildings in Shanghai for a week-long birthday celebration.

"Look at me! Look at me!" Tang Ting raised her hand happily. "I've been waiting so long, I'm getting lightheaded!"

This sister had directly boosted him to the third hottest search today, contributing flawless, angle-proof photos of both of them.

"It should go to a teammate," the support player whispered. "Duan might have stepped back, but he’s always looked out for us."

Duan Ronghan noticed and smiled at Pu Xuhao, shaking his head.

Just then, a cleaner appeared, quietly sweeping up the confetti and gold foil in the corner.

"I choose him," Pu Xuhao said immediately. "I want to give the first slice of cake to the hardest-working and most adorable person here."

Everyone turned to see the ordinary cleaner, who had been completely overlooked by the cameras.

The cleaner smiled shyly, "I... really can have it?"