In the YouTube live stream, comments were scrolling rapidly, and the title read "Kiss Challenge."
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"Hahaha, Saul has set his sights on new targets again, but these three seem pretty cute."
"Fifty-six successes in just a few days? That’s way too easy!"
"Unbelievable. I heard it’s even easier in China? Last time, some YouTuber hit a hundred in just two days in Shanghai."
"Somehow, they seem to worship us. Last time, one even said the air here tastes sweet—so weird."
"I can’t take it anymore. I’m booking a flight right now. I’m gonna have some fun."
The screen showed the curly-haired guy and his crew approaching Bai Yuyou and her friends. The stream had a sizable audience, with some even sending gifts.
Tang Keke eyed the grinning curly-haired guy. Though he was tall and handsome, asking for a kiss after just a few words was strange, even for a "challenge."
"Is this how all foreigners act?" Tang Keke asked An Shiyu, recalling rumors about friends greeting each other with kisses.
"Who knows?" An Shiyu sounded annoyed as she glared at the guys blocking their path. "Move."
"Uh…"
The group hesitated under An Shiyu’s cold dismissal, exchanging glances before shifting their focus to Tang Keke and Bai Yuyou.
"You’re the most beautiful girls we’ve ever met. If we fail this challenge, our viewers will punish us. Please?" The curly-haired guy clasped his hands pleadingly.
"Huh?" Tang Keke scratched her head, still uncomfortable. "No way, that’s too weird. Sorry, find someone else."
The curly-haired guy sighed, turning to Bai Yuyou.
"Pretty girl, we’d be heartbroken. Could you help us out? Just ten seconds?"
Bai Yuyou thought for a moment before replying,
"Kissing is for people you like."
"Oh, no problem!" The guy winked. "I like you a lot. Let’s keep it our little secret, okay?"
Bai Yuyou tilted her head.
"But I don’t like you."
His smile froze.
"Let’s go." An Shiyu shoved past the cameraman, leading the girls away.
The trio checked their stream’s chat:
"Failed this time. Guess some are harder to crack."
"Saul, if you land that kiss, I’ll send you a thousand bucks!"
"That girl with the big backpack seemed easier. You losing your touch, Saul?"
"Go for it! Fail again, and I’m unsubbing!"
Seeing the surge in viewers and gift promises, the curly-haired guy grinned. "Don’t worry, folks. Saul never backs down. Watch and learn!"
With that, they chased after the girls.
"Tch. These mutts won’t quit." An Shiyu sensed them following, cracking her knuckles.
If not for the crowd, she’d have already kicked them where it hurt.
"Fine. Time to become a nutcracker expert." She stretched, bouncing on her toes.
"W-wait! No fighting!" Tang Keke panicked, remembering how An Shiyu had dealt with the stalker. If she attacked now, the police would get involved.
Meanwhile, Bai Yuyou quietly tapped on her phone.
"Ladies, our bad earlier. How about a game instead?" The curly-haired guy switched tactics. Most girls folded after a little sweet talk—these just needed more convincing.
He flashed a princely smile.
"Annoying. You’re live-streaming this?" An Shiyu asked.
"Uh, yeah?"
"Ever considered a ‘Kiss Animals Challenge’? Like macaques or gorillas? Bet that’d get more views."
"…"
"Since you’re brainless macaques anyway, why not kiss your own kind?"
"Think it over and scram."
An Shiyu’s jab wiped the smirk off Saul’s face. Even foreign audiences, once her words were translated, erupted in laughter.
"Beautiful, aren’t we international friends?" Saul pressed.
An Shiyu crossed her arms. "You’re not even human."
Furious, Saul grabbed for her wrist—but she dodged effortlessly.
Thud. Her fist buried itself in his gut.
"Fck! Grab her! I’ll rip her mouth off!" Saul wheezed, doubling over. His friends lunged at An Shiyu.
The stream cut out as the girls were surrounded.
"Eek?!" Tang Keke shrank back, then steeled herself to shield Bai Yuyou, clutching her arm.
An Shiyu remained unfazed. These creeps had it coming.
"An Shiyu, wh-what now? Are we gonna die?!" Tang Keke fretted.
"Won’t die. Just cripple them. Though death would be messy."
"THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT! And why are you thinking like that?!"
Suddenly, a voice cut through. "Hey! What’s going on?!"
An Shiyu glanced over as Ye Shuang and Chen Qin approached with a few others. They’d been nearby when Bai Yuyou texted for help.
"…" Saul’s group tensed.
Why so many people?
"Bullying my girls? Get them!" Chen Qin ordered. Her bodyguards surged forward.
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
