[Rich experience x thick skin?]

〔Hahaha, that's a bit euphemistic.〕

[It's good enough if you know what it means!]

[Rather than turning into Sanyueqi, wouldn't it be more interesting for Jiang Yuan to dress up as Sanyueqi and participate in the bet?]

[…? ]

[If this is his youth, you can imagine that his current appearance would make him blind.]

[We won’t, but maybe on March 7.]

〔But it's very interesting.〕

〔……really.〕

Jiang Yuan felt that the audience in the live broadcast room were worthy of being his dear friends, both old and new.

When they - at least most of them - first faced his antics, most of them would make expressions like "Star Iron, Walter, cell phone".

As the live broadcast room developed, they gradually accepted Jiang Yuan's activities.

But now, some people have begun to come up with new and interesting ways to make things happen that even he hasn't thought of yet, and he is looking forward to it.

Jiang Yuan was extremely pleased and felt that the future of the live broadcast room was bright.

"Okay," he readily agreed with San Yue Qi's idea, "If you still can't beat him by then, I will help you."

San Yue Qi, who couldn't see the genius barrage in the live broadcast room, was not surprised, but became more alert.

"You agreed so readily, you must have other plans."

"Oh, I am innocent."

Jiang Yuan raised his hand and pointed to the sky.

"Look, the innocent snowflakes are falling down."

As we all know, there are different ways to express one’s injustice, and one of the most classic scenes is snow in June.

Judging from this point of view, Jiang Yuan was indeed wronged.

What was falling from the sky was not just heavy snow, it was hail.

The premise is that this space is not controlled by Jiang Yuan.

As San Yue Qi was speaking, he looked up and was hit in the face by a small ice particle the size of a knuckle.

"Alright, alright, you're innocent, I get it."

She quickly lowered her head and touched her face.

Before, she always used ice to hit others, but this time, she got to experience the feeling of being an enemy, and fortunately, it didn't hurt, just cold.

She didn't plan to argue with Jiang Yuan - what's the use of doubting? Whatever Jiang Yuan planned to do, it meant he was already prepared, and she was afraid she couldn't refuse.

I can only prepare myself mentally and see what Jiang Yuan is going to do.

However, Jiang Yuan currently has no plans to realize his new idea, so he gives the opportunity to others first.

"Everyone, let's brainstorm and discuss the first come first served?"

He wanted to experience each branch one by one, and couldn't try them all at once.

"Then let me go first."

Qingque wanted to complete his assistance first and then sit back and watch the show.

Her plan is simple.

"I'm going to talk to him."

After learning what happened from Jiang Yuan and San Yue Qi, she thought that perhaps the matter did not need to be resolved through the use of force.

"Very good." Jiang Yuan applauded, "Foreign aid Qingque needs to use her skills, speech therapy."

"This statement... is quite appropriate!"

Qingque shrugged.

"Let's go find the gentleman from the company. Where is he?"

Everyone looked at Jiang Yuan.

Only Jiang Yuan knew where he had arranged Scott.

Jiang Yuan did not create some strange scenes for the illusion, but directly borrowed the scenes from Luofu.

As for Scott, he was currently at the agreed location, Golden Man Lane.

Jinren Lane was already crowded with people.

It’s just that these people don’t look like normal people.

"It's a bit perfunctory." March 7 complained.

She bypassed a spectator...or should I say, an NPC.

Because the audience was lying on the ground, with a text box floating above his head -

"Watch a show, watch a show, watch a show..."

If this can still be considered performance art.

What about the people banging their heads against the wall, twitching in place, or with half of their bodies stuck in the ground, could that also be performance art?

Oh, it’s Jiang Yuan’s performance art.

"I am paying tribute to you," Jiang Yuan showed an expression of innocence, "I am paying tribute to the legendary Emperor Zhou!"

"Who are you talking about? I don't know him at all!"

〔This name?〕

[Why do you feel like someone is being implied?]

[Is this another nickname for someone else?]

〔How interesting a person must he be to be called the Emperor of Zhou?〕

[That Zhou emperor must have been a programmer!]

[…Why do you say that?]

[Just look at the NPCs that Jiang Yuan created. They are like a program that has problems but can barely run. Since he said he was paying tribute to Emperor Zhou, then Emperor Zhou must be a legendary programmer! He can make the program run super smoothly!]

〔Yes, does it make sense?〕

Jiang Yuan thought to himself, well done.

If he hadn't seen that the two people who posted the comments were his beloved sister and cute guide who had also played the game, he would have thought that they really thought that way.

"You are finally here."

Scott was naturally at the center of the crowd, with the company's employees and mechas behind him.

He looked very proud and arrogant.

"I thought you were scared and were planning to give up."

"Don't worry, it doesn't matter if you lose. It's just a matter of learning to bark a few times. Miss March, I can still reluctantly let you experience the company's mecha!"

"But did fifteen days pass so quickly?"

What a familiar, eerie tone.

Hearing the last sentence muttered in a low voice, San Yueqi felt like laughing.

"Qingque, come on!"

She clenched her fist towards Qingque in anticipation.

"Uh-huh, leave it to me." Qingque cleared his throat and walked forward, "Mr. Scott, I want to talk to you."

"Chat? No, we have nothing to talk about."

Scott glanced triumphantly at the people present.

"Could it be that you think you can't beat me, so you plan to find these people to persuade me? I tell you, it's impossible!"

"Are you scared?" Jiang Yuan asked.

"Huh? Who's scared? Who would be scared?" Scott stretched out his voice, "It's just a chat, why would I be scared? Don't think I'll cancel the bet after you finish talking!"

However, a few minutes later...

Scott sweatdropped.

Qingque has extraordinary eloquence, which was demonstrated when he faced Sui Yang who was possessed by Fu Xuan a few days ago.

"…So, you and I are just ordinary people."

Qingque spread his hands.

"Think about it, if you work as hard as the young boss lady, but someone points out your mistakes, how would you feel?"

Scott lowered his head and said in a low voice: “…You are right, I was wrong.”

"Awesome!" Sanyueqi gave Qingque a thumbs up.

Scott walked dejectedly... a few steps, then suddenly stopped.

"What happened? Didn't we win?"

San Yueqi's expression changed.

"Oh, the first round is over," Jiang Yuan explained, "It's time for the second round."

"what?"

San Yueqi opened his mouth in astonishment.

Before he could ask clearly, he saw Scott walking back with a smug look on his face, the sweat from Qingque's verbal therapy still not drying up.

"In fifteen days, right here, I will take back everything that belongs to me!"

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