"I know it's you, what's up? It's so late—weren’t you supposed to be livestreaming? Done already?" the voice on the other end asked.
The livestream chat was relatively quiet at the moment, except for the occasional flood of comments like "Captain Lan! Captain Lan! We love you, Captain Lan!"
Even though Ye Lan couldn’t see them, that didn’t stop her fans from spamming the chat.
Yang Laoliu shook her head. "Not done yet. But a package just arrived, and I haven’t opened it yet. Judging by the packaging, it looks like a gaming helmet. The fans thought I was lying—"
Before Yang Laoliu could finish explaining, Ye Lan cut in, "Your helmet arrived?"
"No, I don’t have a helmet," Yang Laoliu said, exasperated.
Ye Lan chuckled. "You don’t, but the company does. Fourth Sister applied for them—all nine of us got one. Mine’s probably still on the way; it should arrive tomorrow."
"..."
Yang Laoliu was stunned. "How come I never heard about this?"
Ye Lan laughed. "I only found out recently and wanted to surprise you guys. You’ve been complaining nonstop about how you couldn’t buy one or win one in the lottery, right? So I brought it up with Boss Cao and Fourth Sister. Fourth Sister approved it—she’s giving each of you one as a little farewell gift."
"..."
"..."
The livestream chat froze for a second.
Then, it exploded.
"Fourth Sister is seriously the best. How can a boss be this amazing?"
"I love Fourth Sister."
"Fourth Sister is unbeatable."
"Fourth Sister is so generous—giving away nine just like that. At the current market price..."
"Generous? It’s just their own company’s product. They’re probably giving them away at cost."
"Hey, naysayer, why don’t you go play somewhere else? Stop whining. ‘At cost’? Would your boss just hand out company products for free? And with how scarce these are right now, wouldn’t selling them make more sense?"
"Exactly. The fact that Fourth Sister even remembered the girls is already amazing. She manages the whole company—she’s got so many artists under her..."
"Besides thanking Fourth Sister, don’t you think Captain Lan is awesome too?"
"Right, right! Captain Lan is the best—she actually went and asked Boss Cao and Fourth Sister directly."
"Class President for a reason."
"Class President for a reason."
"Class President for a..."
The chat started spamming.
"Heh heh heh..."
Yang Laoliu suddenly grinned mischievously. "Alright, I won’t say anything else. Let’s keep it a surprise for the others. Thanks, Captain."
"Go back to your livestream. I just finished my training—gonna go shower."
"Got it, Captain. Bye!"
After hanging up, Yang Laoliu smirked at the camera. "See, fam? I wasn’t lying. Fourth Sister gave these away for free— Wait, what do you mean ‘lazy’?"
She rolled her eyes.
These fans changed their tune every second.
Now the chat was flooded with comments about how Ye Lan, as both captain and class president, was so diligent—she’d just finished her training.
Meanwhile, Yang Laoliu was just sitting there giggling...
A wave of fans started teasing her for slacking off.
She was already the weakest in the group, and here she was, not even trying.
Of course, it was all in good fun.
Yang Laoliu had high EQ and knew that, but she still feigned annoyance. "Whose fans are you guys, anyway? So what if I slack off a little? I’ve been grinding nonstop on shows—can’t I have some fun? I don’t care... You all owe me an apology."
"What?"
"An apology? Dream on, Yang Laoliu."
"You’re the poster child for slacking."
"Yup. If you weren’t the Lucky Fish, what else would you even be?"
"..."
The two sides went back and forth, bickering for a while until someone in the chat shouted about unboxing the package.
Yang Laoliu knew how to play along.
She kept teasing the fans, refusing to open it just to mess with them.
But eventually, she gave in and started the unboxing live.
The process went smoothly.
After all, Yang Laoliu had watched plenty of unboxing videos herself.
As she carefully peeled back the packaging, she muttered, "You have no idea how many unboxing videos I’ve watched online. I was so jealous."
"I kept thinking, if I ever won one or got picked in a lottery, I’d definitely film my own unboxing."
"And now, fam, my dream’s come true."
"Honestly, I’m super excited right now, but I’m trying not to show it. I’m scared—"
Here, she suddenly glared at the camera.
"—scared that antis will clip this. You haters, hmph!"
"..."
"..."
The chat was speechless.
One fan typed, "That face is way more clip-worthy, though."
"I give up. She’s lost it."
"HAHAHAHA—her gums are showing from grinning so hard! HAHAHA!"
...
The unboxing continued.
"Whoa~~"
The moment she saw the helmet, Yang Laoliu gasped.
She lifted it out gently.
It was the same helmet as everyone else’s...
But this one had her name on it.
Laser-engraved, sleek and shiny.
A custom helmet!
The fans instantly erupted in envy.
"What kind of legendary boss is this?!"
"Personalized helmet!"
"Damn... If Yang Laoliu signs this too, it’d sell for a fortune to fans."
"Seriously. Even though it’s customized, it’s still meaningful."
"I’ve never heard of anyone getting a personalized helmet before."
"Boss Cao and Fourth Sister treat their artists so well."
"Hey, check Little Zifeng’s post—she got one too, with her name on it..."
"No way. Are they giving one to every artist?"
"That’s just unfair. We can’t even buy or win one, and they’re handing them out internally?"
"Stop complaining. How many can they even give away? There are only so many artists. The real highlight is the name—it’s exclusive."
"I wanna work at Miracle so bad. Sigh. I’m not even asking for much—just let me be an artist."
"Yeah, keep dreaming."
...
...
The news spread like wildfire.
Most reactions were pure envy.
There wasn’t much backlash, since it was just internal gifting to their own artists. What could anyone even say?
Miracle Group soon issued an official statement, and major platforms followed suit with announcements.
Ten days later.
The second batch of 500,000 helmets opened for pre-order.
Still lottery-based.
But this time, the number of participants was bound to skyrocket. The resale value had hit insane levels, attracting not just fans and buyers but also waves of scalpers from other circles.
Meanwhile, fans were busy recruiting every family member and friend with a phone.
Everyone was joining the lottery.
They could play together—or if someone wasn’t interested, they could at least make some cash reselling.
After all, the lottery was free. One entry per ID.
No one would pass up the chance.
This thing was only going to get more valuable. Breaking 500,000 per unit? Not even a stretch.
Oh, and one more thing.
There was another announcement: the first batch of gaming pods was coming.
One thousand units up for pre-order.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
