Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

250 scratched his head: 【Oh yeah.】

Then it shook its head: "No, you can't just see a Celestial Lord whenever you want. He's now a powerful CEO of some wealthy family."

Furthermore, even if you find the company where the Immortal Lord works, you still won't find him. And besides, you won't find a job in the city without a diploma.

Akahoshi:......

Well, he was raised by the old priest for so many years, and even though he learned to read, he has no formal education.

A moment later, the enthusiastic village chief pulled Akahoshi to stand in front of the camera, and Akahoshi gave a sweet smile.

"Hello everyone, I am the priest of Qingzhu Village."

Barrage:

Wow, beautiful.

—You guys are actually cosplaying Miao priests? The scripts these days are really all over the place.

—Just came in, beautiful lady, let's get cuddled.

—What did I just see? Is she cosplaying a Miao girl? Interesting, rubbing my hands together.

Chixing glanced at the number of viewers in the live stream, which had suddenly increased from a dozen to several hundred. Based on his experience streaming in the previous small world, he kept smiling and didn't say anything.

Sure enough, people started sending gifts in the live chat shortly after.

The sports car gift effect flashed by, followed by a hot air balloon and other effects; the audience clearly wanted the beauty to speak.

—Speak up! Thank me! I want to hear this girl speak; she'll definitely be as sweet as she is in person.

—Hey girl, call me "brother" so I can hear it.

Nearby, college student Xie Changyang and his twin sister Xie Changyue each held a bundle of licorice vines, with Xie Changyue smiling as she tried to sell them.

"It's not cosplay, this is really our village's priest."

Xie Changyang: "Yes, our priest... no, no, our priest is a boy."

He glanced at Akahoshi cautiously, afraid that Akahoshi would be angry because her gender had been mistaken for his.

Akahoshi smiled sweetly at the camera, but the next second...

A deep, magnetic voice traveled across the screen and reached everyone's ears: "Hello everyone, I'm a man."

Akahoshi spoke in their local language, which the audience couldn't understand, but everyone heard his deep, pleasant male voice.

The barrage was filled with question marks:

——?

——? ?

What followed was even more intense:

—Brother, let's meet up.

—Damn, it's a guy. Should I be sleeping in broad daylight?

—No, he's a man, so what am I, a clown?

—Hey bro, do you know any group dances? I'll send you a gift if you dance a bit.

In a high-end office building in the capital, Chen Zifeng was slacking off at work, staring blankly at the sweet and mysterious priestess.

He suppressed his inner anger and slowly typed out a line of comments:

—It was a man! Give me back the sports car I just bought!

—Ugh, you're a liar!

He didn't notice the silence that had fallen around him, and a tall figure appeared behind him, his gaze fixed on the face of the Miao beauty on the screen.

As if sensing something, the beauty widened her eyes slightly, appearing even more innocent and naive, and said in the local language:

"Thank you for the gift, brother."

He bowed to the camera, the silver jewelry he wore jingling as it swayed.

Upon seeing the comment requesting a refund for the gift, Akahoshi froze, her cheeks burning, and she became so flustered that she stammered, her Mandarin pronunciation faltering:

"No, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry, I didn't know how to return this."

Barrage:

—Ah, no need to refund, no need to refund. We're all adults, we have to take responsibility for our actions.

—Don't go too far, the guy didn't ask you to send gifts.

—Oh dear, don't cry, beauty, I'll brush it for you.

As the number of viewers in the live stream increased, Akahoshi's ears turned red, and she said shyly, "Thank you, thank you, sister."

As soon as the somewhat broken Mandarin was spoken, people in the live chat immediately began to speculate.

—Could this really be a Miao person? They look so simple and honest.

—Just look at the IP address they use to post their videos; Miao people usually live in Yunzhou City.

Soon someone discovered the account's location: an unknown small town in Yunzhou City. But the background didn't look like a small town at all.

Seeing this, Xie Changyue quickly said, "Our village is called Qingzhu Village. These are all mountains behind us, and it's far from the town."

“Our priests are rather shy, so please don’t talk about him.”

As a villager of Qingzhu Village, Xie Changyue disliked others making things difficult for the priest.

"Cough cough."

A man coughed softly in the office.

Startled, Chen Zifeng quickly turned off the live stream, but before doing so, he still sent out the message: "It's okay, it's just a joke, no need to pay me back."

He turned around and saw his company's president. Startled, he lowered his head and apologized, "I'm sorry, President Su."

The man, dressed in a sharp suit, didn't say anything, just nodded and left.

His assistant followed behind, and as soon as they entered, they heard President Su say, "That live stream room from earlier."

The assistant, named Li Yun, opened the tablet that General Manager Su handed him, downloaded a music note app, and then searched for the account nickname he had just seen: Miao Ethnic Minority Mountain Products.

The tablet displayed the same background as the computer screen outside, but the person from before was no longer there.

Su Yujin frowned: "That's not right."

Li Yun explained, "President Su, perhaps the young priest was scared away. Why don't you wait a bit?"

"Ahem, you go ahead and get busy." With that, Su Yujin closed the app and casually placed the tablet aside.

He never imagined he would care about someone, especially someone he had only seen briefly on a screen.

He was left alone in the office, and the beautiful woman's face from earlier resurfaced in Su Yujin's mind.

The way he looked bewildered after making a mistake, and the strange accent he spoke, were inexplicably endearing.

Su Yujin's fingers tapped on the keyboard, speeding up the processing of documents.

He shook his head inwardly, telling himself not to think about anything else; she was just a livestreamer selling goods online, and even if she looked good, it was all just special effects.

At this moment, another little figure jumped out to argue: Even if there are special effects, he is still better looking than the others. Otherwise, the others also have special effects, so why don't you even glance at them?

Su Yujin stopped what she was doing at some point, her eyes falling on the tablet beside her.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the tablet again, this time logging in with my own phone number and searching for the account that Li Yun had just searched for.

When the live stream came out, it was still the same two college students leading the conversation, but this time it was a cute little girl.

Su Yujin was a little irritated. She put the tablet aside, but her eyes kept glancing at it every now and then to see if the priest had returned.

[Your Highness, the Immortal Lord saw you, why did you suddenly run away?] 250 was just getting excited when His Highness suddenly refused to continue the live stream.

Chixing sat to one side, eating a sticky rice cake made by the village chief, and said in his mind:

Of course, I can't actually sell products like a live streamer; I'm a pure and kind-hearted Miao priestess.

She acted too skillfully; Ah Yu is so smart, he'll definitely become suspicious.