Chapter 76: The Empress Assists with the Livestream

After finalizing his plans for the evening, Su Tong hurried to update his Weibo.

“Ahem, I have some extremely good news to share with everyone: I’m going to stand you all up for tonight’s livestream.”

When his fans saw these words, their first impulse was to kick him—damn it, how is this good news? Much less “extremely good news.”

“In fact, I didn’t want to break such good news to you all. I was afraid you’d get too excited, so thrilled you might just keel over with a hiccup.”

Excited, your uncle; thrilled, your aunt. The fans wanted nothing more than to strangle Su Tong after reading this.

“There’s nothing I can do. Tonight is the university’s annual welcome gala for new students. I wasn’t supposed to perform, but the principal suddenly called on me. Do you think I can refuse? If I skip out, I’ll be expelled. I’m afraid if I get expelled, you’ll all be so indignant you’ll raze the whole university to the ground in a fit of rage, and what a disaster that would be.”

This guy was just too narcissistic and shameless. The fans covered their eyes but couldn’t help peeking at what came next.

“So, in order to save everyone, I, with my deep sense of duty, have decided to take the stage tonight.”

The fans wanted to drag him out and shoot him for five minutes straight.

“Now, here’s the question: when my act comes on at eight o’clock, I’ll livestream it on my phone. Will you watch, or... will you watch?”

What a punchable guy. If they were boys, they’d want nothing more than to show up in front of Su Tong and beat him up; if girls, they’d probably want to bite him to death.

“Here’s another reminder: tonight’s livestream will feature a new song, haha.”

After posting this on Weibo, Su Tong also sent Winter Goes to Huangshan a quick message.

Winter Goes to Huangshan was dutiful as ever, immediately posting announcements in all the groups.

“Wow, a livestream! Finally, we’ll get to see my idol in full. Every time I see him looking so handsome in front of his computer, I just want to punch him. Maybe he won’t look so handsome this time.”

“A livestream? Our idol is defying the heavens—who even does a livestream like this?”

“Haha, it’s going to be fun. I wonder if any students will throw eggs or banana peels on stage. I really want to see that.”

“Min Da, huh? I’m right here in Yandu, I want to go too. Someone take me!”

“Boo hoo, my idol’s taking the stage. He’ll be spotted by all those fangirls—I’m jealous.”

“Idol, I want to smack you!”

The comments flooded in, with most fans attacking him and only a handful saying anything nice.

Seeing this, Su Tong was annoyed and replied, “All my affection for you was wasted, treating me like this.”

The fans burst into laughter.

But then, an outsider showed up: “Just a show-off. Look, even your fans insult you—shows what kind of person you are. My Nuonuo would be ashamed to be associated with a streamer like you.”

The fans immediately checked this troublemaker’s profile and Weibo, discovering they were a fan of another streamer on the platform, and instantly launched a barrage in response.

“Go back to your owner. Don’t embarrass yourself here.”

“Our idol isn’t someone whose intelligence could be counted by the likes of you. Go back where you came from.”

“Our idol is ours to praise or scold. Who do you think you are?”

“Are you a failed product of alien experiments?”

Soon, Mengmeng Da, who had left this negative comment for Nian Nu Jiao, found themselves under siege by dozens of people within minutes, and, infuriated, quickly summoned reinforcements.

“I’m being bullied! Brothers, follow me.”

“Who dares bully the Nuonuo Goddess Guard? Kill them!”

“If gods stand in our way, kill gods. If Buddhas block us, slaughter Buddhas. Destroy him!”

A bizarre battle erupted, the battleground expanding swiftly until, by the end of the afternoon, it had engulfed nearly the entire fanbases of both streamers.

“Who dares provoke our League of Heroes? Roar, Battle Cat is here!”

“Human Cannon ready at level one, and here comes my Battle Robot!”

As soon as word of a fight broke out, Nian Nu Jiao’s battle maniacs immediately logged on, their fighting spirit off the charts.

Currently, Nian Nu Jiao’s fandom was collectively known as the League of Heroes, though split into two main camps—one in the online literature world, the other in the live performance scene.

Su Tong had no time to bother with any of this. After seven in the evening, he went to the school gate to pick up Sister Yaya and Yang Feifei.

Unexpectedly, he ran into an old acquaintance.

It was Dalong, Yang Feifei’s second bodyguard.

Sister Yaya always stayed close to Yang Feifei, sharing a residence, and only when they went out did Dalong join them.

Seeing Su Tong, Dalong looked disgruntled. If not for Su Tong’s intervention on the train ride back to Beijing, which injured his hand, Dalong wouldn’t have struggled so much against those four thugs.

“Dalong, what’s with that look? Su Tong’s my little brother now. If you dare bully him, you’re fired.” Yang Feifei, wearing a mask, saw Dalong’s sour attitude and snapped sharply.

“Dalong can’t bully Little Tong, don’t worry—he’s incredibly capable,” Sister Yaya added, also masked. Once outside, she always tensed up, her gaze no longer so gentle.

Yang Feifei was surprised. She’d seen Su Tong in action on the train, but hadn’t realized even Dalong was no match for him.

Dalong turned away, tacitly admitting it. He had firsthand experience, having sparred with Su Tong himself and, through those four thugs, roughly gauged Su Tong’s combat ability.

Yet how Su Tong had transformed so dramatically in just over a month remained a complete mystery to Dalong. Back in the Jinbi Garden square, all he remembered of Su Tong was that he was a kid with nothing but decent physical fitness.

“Feifei, is your phone charged?” Su Tong asked. At eight o’clock, he’d need her high-resolution phone for the livestream.

Yang Feifei checked and her eyes widened. “Oh no, it says low battery, Su Tong, you’re doomed, tonight—”

Su Tong nearly blacked out and wanted to throttle the girl. He’d reminded her on the phone that afternoon, but apparently it went in one ear and out the other.

Before she could finish, Sister Yaya chided her gently, “Behave, stop teasing Little Tong.” Then she turned to Su Tong. “Don’t listen to her nonsense, the phone’s fully charged, and I brought a power bank in my bag. Don’t worry.”

Yang Feifei, eyes squinting in a grin, leaned her masked face close to Su Tong, who was on the verge of losing his temper. With her platform sandals, her already tall, slender figure looked even taller—almost level with Su Tong’s eyebrows.

Su Tong was exasperated and waved his hand. “I won’t argue with you. Come with me.”

The four of them strolled through the campus and soon reached the entrance of the university auditorium.

Tang Yan was waiting anxiously outside. Upon seeing Su Tong, she almost burst into tears; if he stood her up tonight, she’d feel like the biggest sinner in the whole university.

However, she quickly composed herself and greeted them with a smile.

“Su Tong,” Tang Yan glanced at Yang Feifei and the others, “You’re finally here. These three are your friends, right? Let me take them to their seats. Su Tong, you know your way to the backstage, right? Go wait there—it’s less than half an hour until your performance.”

But Su Tong was concerned about something else. “Tang Yan, what about the auditorium’s account and password? Did Teacher Xing give them to you?”

“She did. I’ll tell your friends when the time comes—guaranteed, the livestream will go smoothly, no access card needed.” Tang Yan beamed. She’d learned of Su Tong’s identity that afternoon.

Su Tong grinned and reminded Yang Feifei, “Feifei, I gave you my Nian Nu Jiao account and password. When the time comes, don’t let me down.”

“Am I that unreliable?” Yang Feifei glared at him.

“Yes,” Su Tong replied bluntly, then turned to Sister Yaya, “Maybe you’d better handle it. I just don’t feel confident with her...”

“You looking to die?” Yang Feifei exploded in anger.