A Supernatural Live Stream: The Real Young Master is Trending Again - Chapter 15

“Hi, hi, hi! Hello, everyone!” A cheerful young male voice rang out from the doorway.

The newcomer wore a patterned floral shirt, white trousers, and his hair—styled in a three-seven split—was dyed dark green. He held a colorful candle in his hand and was draped in various crystals.

“Whoopsie!” He stumbled and nearly fell, but was caught and steadied by a nearby staff member.

“Man, that gave me a heart attack.” The boy ruffled his messy hair and smiled toward the direction the staff member had pointed him in.

“My name is Song Yangchen. I don’t have any particularly special abilities, but I have a deity residing in me, and He helps me.”

“Hehe. Also, I like drinking Cola and I like going for walks, but the deity in me doesn’t like the sun; He likes the night. I wasn’t really planning on making it to the official competition, but I joined the show because my deity said…”

“Mr. Song, the challenge has already begun. You have 17 minutes left.” Ai Lianqiu glanced at her timer, interrupting Song Yangchen’s rambling.

Song Yangchen finally snapped to it and started fumbling for matches on his person.

“Sorry about that! I’m a bit of a chatterbox; once I start, I can’t stop. Where are my matches?”

“Aha! Found them!”

[Hahaha, this guy is so bouncy.]

[What is he wearing? He’s so colorful, hahaha.]

[Kind of cute.]

[What the heck is ‘having a deity in me’? lol.]

[Is he a Chuma Xian (Shamanic medium)?]

Strike!

The match lit the candle. Song Yangchen held it up, and the room fell silent. Time ticked by as Ai Lianqiu watched him expectantly.

“The deity in me says! The Mr. A in front of me is male! And he’s married! He used to be a singer! He also says I know him, but I can’t guess who he is!”

With that, Song Yangchen blew out the candle in one breath and shrugged. “The deity in me is a bit tired. He says that’s enough. I don’t know anything else.”

[What the? Was he just guessing? lol.]

[Male, married, singer, that’s it?]

[But he’s right on all counts.]

“Alright, you may remove your blindfold now.” Ai Lianqiu sounded somewhat helpless.

Song Yangchen took off the blindfold. His eyes curved into crescent moons, and his skin had a healthy wheat tone. He looked exceptionally bright and cheerful. Once he saw the man in front of him, his eyes lit up instantly.

“Whoa, I really do know you! You’re Mr. Zhen Yunting! I’ve seen your movies! I super like you!”

Zhen Yunting was stunned for a moment before skillfully pulling out a pen to sign for him.

“Thank you!” Taking the autograph, Song Yangchen’s eyes sparkled with joy. He took off a string of crystals from his right wrist.

“This is a return gift!” Song Yangchen handed the crystals to the man with a grin.

Zhen Yunting instinctively reached out to take the string of sea-blue crystals. Just as he was about to politely decline, a surge of warmth traveled from his hand, up his arm, and through his entire body. His polite smile froze on his face. He sat stunned for a few seconds, then looked up to say something.

But Song Yangchen had already reached the door.

“Good luck!” Song Yangchen gave a cheeky grin, waved to the room, and left while humming a tune.

Ai Lianqiu arched an eyebrow and said to the camera, “Truly a lively child.”

[He’s like a happy puppy, hahaha.]

[I thought he was a bit of a goof at first, but he’s so happy it’s contagious.]

[Visualizing it: a colorful, happy Akita Inu.]

Time flew by until evening. Various contestants had performed all sorts of tricks; those caught trying to cheat were disqualified on the spot. Having sat there nearly all day, Zhen Yunting took out his phone to call his wife back.

Ai Lianqiu glanced at the card in her hand. “Two left.”

Zhen Yunting hung up the phone and leaned back in his chair. He rested one hand on his lap and propped his head with the other, his peripheral vision fixed on the blue crystals on his wrist. He only snapped back to reality when the next contestant entered.

A strong scent of alcohol mixed with tobacco and perfume hit his nose. Zhen Yunting subconsciously frowned.

“My name is Leng Qinghuan.” The woman wore a black leather jacket, her wine-red hair cascading down to her waist. Her voice carried a hint of intoxication, making it sound exceptionally sultry.

She held a cigarette between her index and middle fingers, elegantly bringing it to her lips as smoke drifted through the air.

[Holy sh*t, red-haired big sister is killing me!]

[Wuwuwu, I haven’t even seen her face yet, but this figure, this hair, this voice… I’m a fan! I’m a fan! Big sister! Woof!]

[Ugh, you guys are perverts.]

“I rely on this stuff to work. Don’t mind it too much,” Leng Qinghuan said indifferently.

Ai Lianqiu: “Miss Leng, the challenge has begun. Your time limit is 20 minutes.”