Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

Lian Qingyang wanted to withdraw his hand, but it was still tightly held. He looked at the person in front of him who was obviously a little nervous, and reminded him with a bit of a smile: "You can let go now."

Sang Weiluochen finally reacted, lowered his head, let go of his hand, and said a little awkwardly: "Sorry, ahem, a little nervous."

"Let's sit down and talk. Did you see you were live streaming with your phone just now?" Lian Qingyang sat down on the seat next to him and raised his hand to pull his sleeve to let him sit down.

Sang Weiluochen picked up the phone on the seat, followed the pressure on his sleeve and sat down. He mercilessly closed the live broadcast room before speaking: "Yes, they knew I was coming and they all wanted to see you. My name is Sang Xiuchen, Sang as in mulberry leaves, Xiu as in rest, and Chen as in monarch and minister. You can just call me Xiuchen."

Lian Qingyang nodded in understanding. Seeing how warmly dressed Sang Xiuchen was, he asked in confusion, "Isn't it stuffy wearing glasses and a mask?"

Sanxiuchen quickly took off his glasses and mask, and took off his hat as well, and smiled awkwardly: "I almost forgot, luckily you reminded me."

Lian Qingyang couldn't help laughing at this. He rested his arm on the armrest, propped up his head and jokingly said, "I'm used to you being so eloquent and talkative in the live broadcast room, but I'm really not used to you being so reserved in private. Are you a bitch?"

Sang Xiuchen was mesmerized by his dazzling smile. It took him a while to come back to his senses and shake his head. He raised his hand to scratch his hair in annoyance and said apologetically, "Sorry. I'm pretty good. I don't know why my brain is a little slow today. Maybe I didn't sleep well last night."

"You stayed up late to live stream again last night? You were still streaming when I exited the studio. It's not good for your health to have a reversal of day and night, and you were still staring at the computer. Of course, I was just saying that, I didn't mean to make any demands on you."

Earlier, a fan jokingly advised Sancho to rest at night and broadcast during the day, but he retorted: "I'm still young and can handle it. Besides, what's life without staying up late? I'm a night owl and can't go to bed early. The most important thing is that horror games have to be played at night to feel good. Viewers who can't stay up can wait until tomorrow to watch the recording. There will be a replay of every night's live broadcast."

Lian Qingyang subconsciously showed concern for Sang Xiuchen, remembering that he had refused to listen to his advice in the first place, so he added a few words to make amends. Unexpectedly, Sang Xiuchen nodded in agreement, "No, you're right. Let's change the live broadcast to the afternoon. Most of the audience is relatively young, so the evening isn't really suitable for live broadcasts."

"You're so easy to talk to, haha. Okay, the director is calling me, I'll go over first?" Lian Qingyang said as he was about to stand up, but his wrist was grabbed. He looked back with a questioning look in his eyes.

Sang Xiuchen stood up, grabbed Lian Qingyang's wrist with one hand, and held his phone in front of him with the other. On the phone page was a QR code that had been opened at some unknown time. He lowered his head and looked at him hopefully: "Can you add me as a friend?"

Lian Qingyang turned around and agreed. He took out his phone from his pocket, unlocked it, scanned the code, clicked the application, and waved the phone at Sang Xiuchen: "You go through it, I'll go first."

Sang Xiuchen withdrew his hand and nodded. He watched Lian Qingyang leave before lowering his head and nodding his approval. He sat down and stared at Lian Qingyang's profile picture for a long while. He couldn't help but cover his face with his hands, and his voice revealed excitement: "He definitely likes me, his screen saver is me!!"

*

An hour later, the announcement meeting began. The director said a few words first, and the rest was the interaction between the male and female protagonists and Lian Qingyang and the media audience. Sang Xiuchen picked up his phone again and started the live broadcast, but this time he turned the camera towards himself, and his unobstructed face was full of joy.

[: Okay, you've been waiting for us for an hour. What did you say to Qingyang in private?]

【：The camera is facing Qingyang, why are we looking at you? 】

【: His eyebrows are filled with joy, this person is not simple】

[: You're not going to hook up with Qingyang, are you? Dust dog, stop being so cruel to me.]

"There was no hookup, just a friendly conversation and we exchanged contact information." With people on both sides, Sanxiuchen could only move closer to the camera and speak in a low voice, his words unable to conceal his boasting and pride.

[:Wow, this is the first time I’ve heard Chen Gou’s gentle voice.]

[: Sisters, don’t think about it, his mind is full of that man now]

[: I watched Chen Gou grow up, and now I feel a strange sense of relief, like a pig trying to dig up cabbage.]

【：I am different. I feel the melancholy and loss of marrying off my daughter】

【: Don't think too much, they haven't even started dating yet, so whether they can succeed or not is another matter.】

[: I can’t even imagine how someone like Chen Gou, who could poison himself to death by licking his lips, would talk to his partner.]

[: Enough of this topic. Quickly turn on the rear camera. I want to immerse myself in the promotional video.]

Sang Xiuchen obediently turned to the rear camera and accurately positioned it on Lian Qingyang. He had an upright posture, was wearing a light blue casual suit, and was introducing himself with a smile. After he finished speaking, he glanced over here, which made Sang Xiuchen's hands tremble with panic.

[: I feel like Qing Yang looks better than in the drama, very refreshing and otherworldly]

【: To be honest, he is not suitable to be an actor, he is suitable to be my wife!!】

【：Can the anchor ask this for me? 】

"The host won't ask questions if they don't ask on my behalf." Sang Xiuchen listened to Lian Qingyang speak while distractedly staring at the comments in the live broadcast room. After answering a few questions, he stared at Lian Qingyang specifically, "Everyone, focus on the promotion meeting, don't talk."

[:Excuse me, am I disturbing you by typing?]

[: Why don’t you just focus on Qingyang’s face? The camera is tilted towards his lower body! !]

【：Let me ask you one question, are you going back to live stream tonight? 】

[: This kind of dementia, no, this level of obsession, will most likely lead to a failed attempt.]

When it was someone else's turn to speak, Sang Xiuchen finally had time to glance at the comments. He quietly replied, "Am I not also live streaming right now? Wouldn't a whole morning of live streaming for you be enough for today? Also, the next live broadcast will most likely be moved to the afternoon, so everyone should get some rest tonight."

[: What's the matter? Are you going to quit your evil ways and turn over a new leaf?]

【：It’s good to live stream in the afternoon. I can fish secretly and sleep peacefully at night】

Who said livestreaming a horror game at night is a perfect combination of timing, location, and people, like a tiger with wings and a fish in water?

【：I adjusted my time zone just to watch your live broadcast, and now you want me to go back?】

……

*

It was two hours later when the promotional meeting ended. The audience was very supportive and had all watched the drama. The questions they asked were basically related to the content of the TV series. The three people interacted with the audience very friendly. The media asked questions as a formality, and even Qingyang said a few simple words before being let go.

After the venue was cleared, Lian Qingyang declined the director's invitation to ride with him. He waited until everyone had left before leaving. Sang Xiuchen's car was parked on the side of the road, visible at a glance. He walked over and sat in the passenger seat, fastening his seatbelt as he spoke: "I just saw your message when I was about to leave. I was thinking, 'Let's go eat now, since no one's calling you?'"

Sanxiuchen waited until he fastened his seat belt before starting the car. He then said, "Sure. Do you have any dietary restrictions?"

"Home-cooked food is all edible, but it would be better if it were spicier."

"Okay, there's a good Sichuan restaurant near my house. A friend recommended it to me, so I'm going to check it out today."

The car started slowly, gradually accelerated and merged into the traffic flow, speeding away on the road.