vncnus Chapter 212 is numb.
Chapter 212 is numb.
One.
Two games.
Three matches...
Zhao Yihuan couldn't remember how many PK battles she had fought; all she knew was that she had never lost.
She went from being nervous and excited at the beginning to becoming completely numb later on.
All she had to do was shout "Thank you, Brother Yang Dingtian" at the start of the PK, and then watch the opposing streamer's shocked, desperate, or fawning expressions at the end.
This feeling... is so amazing!
This is exactly the treatment a top streamer should receive, just as she imagined!
The disappointment of the past two days has finally subsided today.
Her viewers, initially shocked, have now become accustomed to it.
"It's here! The Yangshen Carnival may be late, but it's finally here!"
"This guy over there's trying to put up a fight? Hilarious, another twenty Carnivals gone!"
"Watching Yang Shen fight in PvP now leaves me completely unmoved; I even feel like laughing a little. It's so unfair!"
"What's Huanhuan's ranking now? Let me see... Holy crap! She's already broken into the top 70!"
"Incredible! From nowhere to the top 70 in just one hour! Is this the speed of a super-rich person?"
Every move Ning Xiuyang made was like a heavy hammer, smashing Zhao Yihuan's ranking on the preliminary list of the National Style Competition upwards!
Zhao Yihuan's attachment to him also increased rapidly under this intense onslaught of money.
[Note: Zhao Yihuan's affinity with you has increased; the current level is 24 (Friendly)!]
[Note: Zhao Yihuan's affinity with you has increased; the current level is 35 (Friendly)!]
[Note: Zhao Yihuan's affinity with you has increased to 40 points (Favorability)!]
Within an hour, the bond index soared from 1 point to 40 points, breaking the threshold for affection.
Ning Xiuyang nodded in satisfaction; the time was almost right.
He glanced at the time; it was already 2:30 a.m.
So he typed out his last comment.
Yang Dingtian: That's all for today, I'm logging off.
After finishing his message, he prepared to leave the live stream.
Tong Anjin, nestled in his arms, was no longer the curious girl she had been when she first woke up.
She was in a state of extreme shock and numbness.
She stared blankly at Ning Xiuyang's phone screen.
Watching him spray out carnival banners like he was wholesaling cabbages, one batch after another.
Twenty...that's sixty thousand.
Fifty...that's 150,000.
She roughly calculated that he had spent at least seven or eight hundred thousand yuan in that hour!
Seven or eight hundred thousand RMB!
Just for a female anchor he had just met, he spent the equivalent of an ordinary person's house in one hour!
This impact was even more intense than when Ning Xiuyang spent millions to help her with PK battles!
Because this time, she witnessed firsthand how the money was spent, penny by penny.
That casual attitude made it seem as if they weren't spending money, but rather "Happy Beans" (virtual currency).
Just as Ning Xiuyang was about to close Douyin, Tong Anjin's gaze inadvertently fell on a number in the upper left corner of his screen.
That's his Douyin balance.
When she saw the long string of numbers, her heart skipped a beat, and her breath caught in her throat.
Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand, hundreds of thousands, millions...ten million?
[Douyin Coin Balance: 81,021,500]
More than 81 million Douyin coins!
Tong Anjin's mind went blank with a "buzz".
She blinked hard, wondering if she was seeing things.
She stretched out her trembling fingers and counted again.
That's right!
It's an eight-digit number!
Eighty-one million!
Converted to RMB, that's... eight million one hundred thousand!
How could someone have over eight million yuan deposited into their Douyin account and just leave it as a balance?
What... what does this mean?
Tong Anjin was completely numb.
She used to think that Ning Xiuyang might be a rich second-generation or a successful entrepreneur.
But now, she feels that her imagination is still too limited.
This is no longer a question of whether you have money or not.
This was a level of understanding she could never comprehend—a level of detachment from money!
Who would be so rich as to convert over eight million yuan in cash into cryptocurrency and just throw it away on Douyin?
At this moment, she truly realized just how terrifying the being she had come to be with was.
Her previous slight jealousy and resentment because Ning Xiuyang had taken a liking to Zhao Yihuan vanished instantly in the face of this long string of cold numbers, appearing utterly ridiculous.
What right does she have to be jealous?
What is she anyway?
Perhaps, in his eyes, he was just like Zhao Yihuan, merely a plaything he casually rewarded.
However, I was lucky enough to win his favor first.
Having figured this out, Tong Anjin felt a strange sense of peace and tranquility.
It is my honor to be a plaything of such a being.
Without a live stream, I don't even have the right to see him.
She silently withdrew her gaze, snuggling even closer into Ning Xiuyang's arms, not uttering a single word, as obedient as a real kitten.
Ning Xiuyang did not notice the psychological changes in the woman in his arms.
After leaving the live stream, he turned off his phone and prepared to go to sleep.
On the other side...
In Zhao Yihuan's live stream, the atmosphere instantly shifted from fervor to a sense of loss after "Yang Dingtian" left.
"Huh? Big brother's leaving already?"
"Huanhuan, quick! Strike while the iron is hot and add me on WeChat!"
Looking at the "down" comment on the screen, Zhao Yihuan felt a surge of unease and anticipation.
She broadcast haphazardly for another ten minutes or so, but when she really lost interest in continuing, she hurriedly ended the broadcast.
After the broadcast ended, the first thing she did was to muster up the courage to send a message to Ning Xiuyang through the backend private messages and add him on WeChat.
However, the friend request disappeared without a trace, and there was no response for a long time.
Zhao Yihuan held her phone, unable to sleep all night, her heart filled with anxiety.
……
It was late at night.
In a luxurious penthouse in a high-end residential area in Zhonghai City, Yang Yuanyuan was wearing a face mask and idly scrolling through Douyin (TikTok).
As a member of Ning Xiuyang's harem.
She wasn't live-streaming tonight and was scrolling through videos when suddenly a short video clip about "Yang Dingtian" was pushed to her homepage.
The video title is quite sensational.
[The legendary tycoon "Yang Dingtian" has reappeared! He spent a million in just one hour to promote washed-up actress Zhao Yihuan!]
Yang Yuanyuan forgot to remove her face mask and clicked on the app directly.
In the video, Ning Xiuyang is using her very familiar account, "Yang Dingtian," to frantically refresh the screen recording of the carnival for Zhao Yihuan.
The overwhelming special effects, the brutal and ruthless crushing of the enemy, the domineering aura of absolute arrogance...
Who else could it be but their own boss?
"Holy crap! The boss's out hunting again?"
Yang Yuanyuan was both amused and exasperated. Her boss had no other hobbies but to act like a big spender on live streaming platforms, "spreading love" everywhere.
After watching the video, she didn't hesitate at all and immediately opened that familiar WeChat group chat.
This group is a private little group for these "sisters," and its name is very simple and unpretentious—【The Back Garden of the Yang God】.