Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
System: “Our Host Jiang Pengji has just finished her first fully interactive stream. Are you happy with the show? (A) Yes. (B) So-so. (C) Not really.”
Before the audience voted, Jiang Pengji added a bullet screen which embarrassed the System. She was really cunning!
Host V: “The higher your rate, the better my chances are of upgrading the channel! Getting to the next level will increase the viewer limit to ten thousand. If the results are not bad, then maybe I’ll start interactive featured streams from time to time in the future to meet your curiosity and bring you novel experience.”
In other words, they had better choose option A if they wanted more interesting shows and an increased viewer quota––a higher host level for her would bring them a better experience. If they gave a low rate, she would remember it.
Some mischievous viewers who intended to choose C thus changed their minds.
The System said to Jiang Pengji, “Host, I can’t believe you just said that.”
Jiang Pengji gave a cold laugh and said, “I am only utilizing everything I can. Do you have a problem with that? A shameless system and a shameless host. Aren’t we made for each other?”
She did not care much about her image.
Her threatening and impatient tone irritated the System. “Humph! How can you be so mean to me? I thought you liked me.”
Jiang Pengji said like a villain, “I do. I like the way you feel helpless in front of me.”
“…” What could it say to its host?
The poll was soon over, and the System made the calculations within the blink of an eye.
Among three thousand viewers, 2,973 expressed satisfaction, 26 rated “so-so,” and one said he was unhappy with the show. Jiang Pengji ignored the negative vote as she immediately discerned who voted that.
Baiqiaokeli: “Sorry Host. I love your show, but some scenes are really too frightening. Hope you won’t mind that I chose ‘so-so.’”
Heimeiqui: “Me too, but there’s nothing to apologize for. I can’t give a higher rate. She can’t force us to.”
Those comments were followed by some similar ones. Instead of saying sorry, they tried to provoke her. But they would be disappointed, for Jiang Pengji couldn’t care less. She did not even mind what the System thought about her, let alone people in another dimension who could only see her on a virtual screen. She would save herself the trouble.
While she was scanning through the comments, she closed her eyes so that others would think she was merely taking a nap.
The System’s voice appeared in her brain again. “The result for our first fully interactive stream is excellent! Perhaps it’s because of what you said to the audience.”
There were 2,973 positive votes out of three thousand, which meant an astonishingly high rate of 99.1 percent! According to the livestream agreement, the host would receive a Gold Chest for a rate of 95 percent or above, a Silver Chest for that between 80 and 95, and a Bronze Chest for that between 60 and 80. No reward would be given for rates lower than 60 percent.
Jiang Pengji received a Golden Chest. She was also pleased that 99.1 percent of her audience was happy with the show.
Host V: “It’s quite late now. Let’s end here today. Good night.”
As soon as the message was delivered, she shut the channel, and the Host’s online status changed from “Streaming” to “Be Right Back.”
Following the electronic synthesized ding-ding sound was the computer’s notification about her receiving a reward packet which contained a Golden Chest.
The System asked enthusiastically, “Host, are you opening it now?”
Jiang Pengji would not fulfill its hope easily. “I’ll open it tomorrow.”
The System was expecting her to show off how lucky she was by opening the reward and drawing a free level up card. Her getting to a higher level would also benefit the System. Unfortunately, Jiang Pengji was not excited at all; she was determined to act against the computer.
“What’s the hurry? I can wait for a night.” As if she could “see” its eager expression, she said slowly, “I won’t open it before the right time. Easy, System.”
The System retorted, “I’m not particularly concerned.”
Could not she show a little respect for it?
As the carriage arrived, Jiang Pengji bowed to Liu She and bid him goodbye before she returned to her yard.
The sun would rise two hours later, but the servants kept the lanterns lit throughout the night for her return.
The door was not locked. Jiang Pengji entered and saw the sleepy Taxue and Xunmei each sitting on a pillar, wearing plain cloaks to keep themselves warm. Their heads dropped from time to time, as if they would fall asleep in the next second.
Jiang Pengji could tell how long they had waited. Perceiving her return, the attendants rose to put a cloak on for her. The strong scent of fragrant powder could not escape their noises.
“Langjun, how many girls were with you?” After they had entered the warm chamber, the grumpy Taxue could not help but complain.
Xunmei glared at her, warning her to hold her tongue. Others would say she was disrespectful, which could result in omitting a meal the next day, or taking away her wage for that month and substituting her with another girl as the Langjun’s close attendant.
Jiang Pengji answered readily, “A bunch of beauties, of course.”
Taxue could make no reply. Jiang Pengji always left the others unable to retort.
“If you’re interested, maybe I can take you there next time.”
The attendant side-eyed her. “Langjun, this must be a joke. No decent girls would ever visit those…” Before she finished, she suddenly remembered that they were of the same sex, which meant she had included the Langjun in her remarks.
Thus the pale-faced girl knelt with panic. “I beg your pardon, my Langjun! I was losing my mind!”
