Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

Although the slender woman was unhappy with their cunning and deceitful behavior, she couldn't find anything wrong with it and could only turn a blind eye.

The woman's bulging eyes stared intently at them. "Put your legs on the bar and stretch them out first, then practice properly!"

Liang Zaibing only slowly moved forward after being urged.

Anyway, the task only requires attending class, and it doesn't say that you have to strictly follow the teacher's requirements. If you can slack off and get by, that's your own skill.

The others were miserably stretching their legs, and when they turned their heads, they saw Liang Zaibing leaning against the railing like an old man, paddling in the water.

Song Yinghao wore a short skirt with a petal-shaped hem over her leggings. Her slender figure and elegant posture made her look like a Persian cat stretching when she stretched her legs.

“Stop slacking off, streamer. Move over a bit. Your angle isn’t good for me to admire the goddess.”

Liang Zaibing lazily shifted her position on the railing and lay down, asking, "Can I see clearly from here?"

[“Good Sister, My Rest of My Life” tipped 66 points]

Sigh, these points are free, but they're earned way too slowly. When will I meet a discerning, wealthy female fan who recognizes my talent?

"Once you've warmed up, you can follow along with my movements."

As soon as the slender woman finished speaking, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, stood on tiptoe, and spun around in a circle, as light and agile as a gust of wind.

It would have been even better if I hadn't flung my right hand out.

But it's really asking too much of them to do this move when they haven't practiced any basic skills.

Zhang Yifan gritted his teeth and did a 360-degree spin on the spot.

Zhu Meng stumbled and almost tripped over her own leg.

Song Yinghao then expertly performed a one-pointed spin, her light pink bud skirt unfurling like a blooming lotus flower.

The most surprising one was Ivan. It was as if he had practiced it a million times. His ballet spins were better than a ghost's, and he was like a swan reincarnated from Lake Baikal.

Liang Zaibing was engrossed in watching when the others' gazes suddenly fell on him. The slender woman's eyes were particularly cold. "It's your turn."

“Teacher,” Liang Zaibing raised a hand, “I’m not finished warming up yet.”

Then, while chanting "one, two, three, four, two, two, three, four..." and so on, they suddenly started making sails of hope.

Although the latest version has reached the tenth set, the old man still uses the third set of broadcast gymnastics in the welfare home every day for ten years, so he only knows how to do this one.

However, performing radio calisthenics with great energy in the dimly lit dance studio with its purple-red lights seems somewhat out of place.

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"The female ghost said to warm up before jumping, so you're going to warm up for the rest of your life, huh? Streamer, you're a real genius."

"Hey streamer, you're walking with your feet on the same side! Is someone going to do something about this?"

"I think I know why the anchor doesn't go into ballet. With his lack of coordination, he would definitely fall flat on his face."

"Shh, don't remind him. I'm going to record this as a black history. I won't sell it for less than five million points when the streamer becomes successful."

“Great idea, I’ll record it too, I only need three million points.”

"Hey, you're not allowed to maliciously lower prices and disrupt the market."

Amidst a cacophony of comments, a donation notification popped up out of place.

[The plumber tipped 2000 points]

Keep in mind that clearing a D-rank dungeon usually only earns you 300 points.

Normally, it takes a lot of points to pass the levels on your own, and people are struggling to make ends meet. Most people watch live streams for free, and even those who occasionally give rewards usually donate small amounts. Anyone who can easily give away thousands of points is no ordinary person.

Of course, there are also a few who would go bankrupt or even risk their lives to vote.

But those who are essentially driven to despair by horror games and rely on other players for emotional support will die quickly and it's unsustainable.

Large donations are announced across the entire screen, which can attract a lot of viewers to the live stream.

"Holy crap, this guy is inhumanly rich."

"Boss, if you don't tip me, my radio calisthenics is funnier than the anchor's, oh no, I mean more beautiful."

The money from a woman comes too fast, like a tornado.

Liang Zaibing smiled obsequiously, "What instructions does the top influencer have?"

[The plumber tipped 2000 points]

The plumber, sporting the dazzling border of the top-ranked streamer, replied casually, "It's nothing, the streamer just looks like my son."

[The plumber tipped 2000 points]

"Give my son some pocket money."

Liang Zaibing choked up a bit while watching, and almost kicked herself away with a kick.

I treat you like a sugar daddy, but you want to be my daddy?

But having received 6,000 points from someone, he felt obligated to do something that would ruin his own livelihood.

Liang Zaibing held it in for a long time, but he just couldn't understand how a promising young man like himself could be mistaken for a son. How shameless!

"Don't you guys think the expression on a streamer's face when they're being unfairly criticized but can't retaliate is just...awful?"

"Which one is that? I'm a primary school student, I don't understand."

"Go play, sweetie."

"If the top-ranked fan is like a father figure, why can't we, the viewers, do the same?"

"Take that bird's spot (a slight misstep)."

"My good son, do you like Daddy's big watch?"

"Haha ...

"I am a 26-year-old woman who became a father at 9:21 this morning. Please let everyone know."

The top-ranked player didn't say anything more and quickly left the live stream, probably busy going into a dungeon.

Liang Zaibing slowly did her radio calisthenics, and even took a moment to give the middle finger to the screen.

The system thoughtfully blurred out his middle finger.

Please be courteous during your live stream.

Damn, they were the ones who were uncivilized first, okay?

No uncivil language was detected in the comments.

6. You need to restock your censored word list.

The slender woman looked at Liang Zaibing's obviously half-hearted actions, her face darker than the bottom of a pot, and she almost had a stroke from anger.

But since I said I'd "warm up before training," I can't kill him unless he triggers a dead end.

The slender woman decided to avoid seeing it altogether and led the others to another place to practice dancing.

The boy's body was somewhere between maturity and immaturity, and his face, which had not yet fully developed, still retained a childlike innocence.

Their calves are slender, and their knees are thin and prominent.

The pure white socks barely covered her ankles, and her bare calves, taut from exercise, were covered with a damp sheen, damp with fine downy hair.

As you get older, you just love watching things that are youthful and energetic, hehehe.

Through the two-way mirror in the dance studio, Mr. Fatty stuck out his thick tongue and licked the saliva dripping onto his chin, brazenly spying on the trainees' various postures during dance practice.

The electronic screen next to it was divided into dozens of sections, filming everything that was happening in the dance studio from various angles.

These videos will also be a gift for all of you adults.

"Oh, sweethearts~" Mr. Fatty became even more excited, his flesh trembling wildly, almost causing the chair beneath him to collapse.

"call out--"

An arrow, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, pierced his eye socket precisely through the narrow slit of his eye.

Mr. Fatty's eyeball was suddenly popped out like a water-filled balloon.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh—" Mr. Fatty screamed like a castrated boar, his cries piercingly mournful, "Who did this?!"

In the dance studio separated by a wall, Liang Zaibing twirled a pen between two fingers, then casually walked out of the dance studio as if nothing had happened.