The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 482 Insults as a Way to Sell Goods and Reminders

The moment the song started, the entire live stream seemed to be paused. There were no bullet comments, no reward effects, only Tangtang's grainy voice vibrating in the air.

The camera quietly panned across her profile, the light highlighting her trembling eyelashes.

Zhao Xiaochui stared intently at the girl, countless images flashing through his mind:

Her tightly pursed lips as she poured drinks for customers in the karaoke bar

In the relaxing spa room, beads of sweat glistened on her forehead as she focused on her massage.
A profile of her scrolling through comments in the dorm bathroom during the worst of the cyberbullying...

"You think you got the best of me
You think you've taken full advantage of me?

……

Bet you think that everything good is gone
I bet you think all the good things are gone.
......"

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

When she sang this lyric, her voice suddenly rose, carrying the power of breaking free from a cocoon, as if she had shattered all the grievances and struggles of the past into the notes!
The moment the song ended, the live stream exploded like a powder keg, with all sorts of donations pouring in:

"I'm crying! What the hell is this woman doing, popularizing science? She should be singing sooner..."

"From KTV to top-level technician to super internet celebrity to singer... even novels wouldn't dare to write something like this!"

"Tangtang! You are the epitome of strength!"

The barrage of comments, mixed with tears and golden effects of donations, flooded the screen, turning it into a boiling sea.

As the song's interlude began, a comment with the verified information "Vocal Music Professor" slowly floated across the screen:

"Solid head resonance and precise emotional projection are the foundation of rigorous training from orthodox academic schools."

This professional commentary instantly ignited the curiosity of the stunned audience:
"So Tangtang was really expelled from the academy back then?"

"This singing skill is definitely at the national team level!"

"Is she working as a hostess at a KTV because she's desperate? That doesn't make sense. With that kind of skill, she could succeed in any other field. There's no reason for her to go to a KTV!"

"Listen to the lyrics, feel the emotion in her singing, my friend, is it possible that the reason this girl went to the karaoke bar... is because she has never compromised!"

"Nonsense, these girls would rather break down than compromise when faced with online attacks."

"No matter how much we pleaded, they wouldn't sell products, accept tips, or even interact with viewers during their live streams!"

"Stop talking, look at the screen—Holy crap!"

"Holy crap! Is this even allowed to be broadcast?!"

Just as the second verse, "Thanks to you I got a new thing started," began to play, Lu Han suddenly burst into the frame!
Her dance is completely unstructured, even a bit clumsy and awkward, but every twist and sway of her hips is full of primal vitality!
The sheer dance costumes swayed with the movements, subtly outlining the smooth shoulder lines, full curves, and rhythmic limbs—an undisguised, vibrant confidence that pierced through the screen and struck every viewer!

The chat in the live stream, which had been flooding the screen, froze instantly, then exploded with comments: "Is this woman here to blow up the show?!"

"The Goddess of War in a Sheer Veil! The ultimate weapon is the veiled beauty that is both visible and hidden!"

"..."

The deer's dance and Tangtang's singing intertwined, pushing the atmosphere in the live broadcast room to an unprecedented climax.

The barrage of comments scrolled wildly, and the reward effects almost covered the entire screen. This scene lasted for nearly five minutes before gradually subsiding after the song ended.

Netizens were still panting with excitement, and many were frantically saving the screen recording. This unexpected burst of talent has become a classic scene in the history of live streaming.

The backend of the short video platform, Yin Fu. An executive with frizzy hair and dark circles under his eyes stared intently at the traffic curve that was almost bursting through the top of the screen, and gasped.
"This effect...even A-list celebrities can't achieve this in their live streams!"

The technician next to me was so shaky he almost dropped the mouse, and his voice trembled:
"Master...Manager, should we shut it down or not?"

"Are you out of your mind?!" The executive slammed his hand on the screen. "Can't you see this incredible wealth?!"

"But..." the technician swallowed hard, "What's the difference between this and running around naked..."

"..." After staring at the screen in silence for a moment, the executive finally regained his composure. He chuckled bitterly and muttered, "Kid, put aside your dirty thoughts and take a closer look at that girl. She..."

"Look closely—she's wrapped up even more tightly than a rice dumpling!"

"What kind of figure is under that thin veil is entirely up to your imagination!"

"What she's dancing isn't just dancing, it's raw, untamed energy! It's about shattering conventional wisdom!"

“Listen to these lyrics again—'Thanks to you I got a new thing started!'”

"These two girls aren't flaunting their charms at all," the executive said, loosening his tie and shaking his head with a sneer.

"They've joined forces to slap the face of this superficial, decadent world dominated by primal desires!"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly burst out laughing and let out a loud burp:

"Hahaha...hiccup!"

"I've spent half my life dabbling in classical music—" He slapped his thigh, laughing so hard tears were almost streaming down his face.

"So all that effort was to understand what it meant to get yelled at by two girls today?!"

The uproar in the live stream gradually subsided.

Even when the comments were at their most frenzied, Guoguo noticed the situation was getting out of control and quietly pulled Liu Li away from the camera's view. After Tangtang finished singing the last line, she and Xiaolu smiled at each other, waved goodbye to the camera, and then decisively cut off the connection.

After the excitement ended, only "Guo Fulai" remained, sitting alone in front of the camera in the live broadcast.

He scratched his chubby cheeks, looked at the suddenly quiet screen, and blinked somewhat bewildered.

During that talent show, the 30,000 towels that were originally planned to be released in three batches were completely sold out!

Zhao Xiaochui glanced at the backend data—the amount of tips had soared to an astronomical figure, which frightened him so much that he hurriedly turned off the tipping function.

The live stream finally calmed down like the receding tide, leaving only a few scattered cries of "I was too slow and missed out."

Zhao Xiaochui was still immersed in the breathtaking performance he had just witnessed and didn't know what to say, but he knew that this eventful live stream was about to end.

Amidst the cries and pleas of countless netizens, Zhao Xiaochui silently and slowly reached for his phone.

His movements abruptly stopped just before his fingertips touched the screen. He looked up at the netizens still immersed in the afterglow of his performance, his voice deep and clear:
"I'm sure everyone has seen the news online... Yes, I am indeed a member of Easy Travel."

"As someone who once suffered from moderate to severe CFS and gradually regained my health through this store..." He took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping across the camera, "I sincerely want to remind all friends who are eligible to register as members—"

"Please cherish this identity!" His tone suddenly became more serious. "Don't do anything foolish because of yourself, your family, or even those relatives and friends who are hoping to benefit from your status..."

"We've squandered this opportunity!"

"Some things, once lost... can never be regained!"

(End of this chapter)