"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.
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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?"
