Zhang Yingying's facial expression was not visible in the livestream, but as soon as her cry left her mouth, the curiosity of nearly every viewer turned into cat claws poking out of their throats, scratching unbearably at them.
Fortunately, some people could still investigate at "close range." The friend group was already clamoring:
"Quick, quick, quick! Tell us, what does it feel like?"
Zhang Yingying had even closed her eyes. Unfortunately, the camera was not pointed at her, only showing the sand still in a state of "boiling," along with the slender pale finger hanging above the boiling sand pit.
At this moment, the finger trembled slightly and moved sideways, as if gently stroking something. "It feels alive. Very rough, like it has fuzz..."
"What kind of description is that?" Paper Cut began to question his life. His scalp felt like it was splitting apart.
Beside him, Zhai Weiwu kept pestering him. "Uncle Paper Cut, Uncle Paper Cut, what is Yingying Jie talking about? How about you bring out a paper figurine and let me try too!"
Some also suspected that Zhang Yingying was deliberately putting on an act, exaggerating things and playing along with Ronan.
But the two people in the livestream had no intention of paying attention to any of that. Ronan looked rather surprised instead.
"Your perception is very delicate, and your support strength is also powerful. This kind of ability trait is very suited to nurturing. Come to think of it, you should partner with Paper Cut Bro and make something like a Culture Dish... Uh, how did you develop an ability like 'White Rainbow'?"
"Hm?"
Most of Zhang Yingying's attention was currently focused on the sand pit beneath her hand. His words went in one ear and out the other, while she only grew more