Nearly four hours later, Miss Raven, who had almost earned a place in the Internet Chronicle under the title of "Strongest Standby Ever," finally moved the "camera"... Not just the camera—she herself began moving as well.
Without a word, she left the Reception Room and headed straight back along the route she had taken that morning.
The time was... exactly twelve noon.
Uh, could it be, just as Zhong Man had wildly imagined before, that she was timing this with Three Gates Security getting off work?
Either way, the sharp contrast created by that long wait was like a Cardiotonic Injection. The Bullet Screen, which had been half-dead until then, instantly exploded:
"Off work at last. Tears of joy ing."
"Who'd have thought I could stare at a Reception Room for four whole hours... Fine, I admit I got distracted in the middle. The question is, did the fighter lady get distracted too?"
"There's a restroom over there. Aren't you going?"
"Getting off work is fine too. Miss Raven, we'll come back tomorrow."
"When you get back, please please please learn some basic live-streaming etiquette..."
"Limited-time free course: Become a Top Streamer in One Hundred Days. Want a set?"
Whether they were die-hard fans or not, at such an exciting moment, failing to complain a little would have been an insult to those four long hours of waiting and torment. And no matter how noisy and chaotic the Live Stream Room became, Raven had indeed walked out of the building.
She now stood at the top of steps more than ten meters high, her gaze turning upward. A black shape circled in the open sky, letting out a harsh cry. It was Ink, who had flown off somewhere earlier.
Zhong Man could not help thinking of Deep Sea Worshipper's article