Chapter 184

At least... at least maintain the perfect image of a "tall, aloof, highly intelligent, and simply beautiful girl" that everyone has cultivated in their eyes. Don't casually slap labels like humor and comedy on her!! [The large-scale short video series "My Cat Can Do Backflips" or "My Dog Can Spin" filmed by Xia Fen, directed by Brother Shan Qing, with Sister Li Xue as the atmosphere team, and Xiao Wu and his group of students as the background theme, is now complete!!!] [Among them, the most anticipated is the behind-the-scenes footage that made Xia's eyes pop out: "My Catgirl Girlfriend."] Fortunately, only Xiao Wu and his group came to the cat cafe in the afternoon until closing time; otherwise, if a couple more people had come, not only her, but Chun Qiu would have been turned into a cat pancake after her backflip. "Buzz." The message notification sound from her phone stopped Hua Xin's wild thoughts. Her eyes were lifeless, like a cold machine that only knew how to study, never laughed, and never cried, as she had vowed as a child to get revenge on her parents for not giving her money to buy spicy snacks. It's already midnight. Who else could it be but Xia Yan at this hour...? "Xia Fen??" The girl looked at the source of the message with some surprise. Although they had worked together for so long, to be honest, most of what they should talk about had already been discussed at work. By the time they got home, there wasn't much left to gossip about. After all, one should have some time to oneself after work. So, after work, her online conversations with Xia Fen were mostly about whether to walk together the next day, simple arrangements. She rarely contacted her to discuss anything. Three hours ago, they had already agreed to take the subway together the next morning. Xia Fen even said that there was plenty of delicious food at home, more than she and Xia Yan could eat, so she brought herself breakfast and milk, telling her not to eat anything in the morning... What a joke! How could she accept such a favor so easily? She was a grateful girl! Shouldn't she buy two halal chicken sausages with milk? Thinking of delicious food, Hua Xin's eyes naturally lit up with a smile; delicious food always keeps one in a happy mood. But after reading the message, the smile that had finally appeared vanished instantly. It was replaced by a chilling silence from the depths of despair. The girl seemed to recall a term she'd seen somewhere before, something like... Murphy's Law. What you don't want to happen, happens, and it happens precisely when it causes you the most pain and shame. Xia Fen: "Sister Xin Hua ..." "We're famous!!!!!!!!!" Xia Fen's undisguised emotions were easily understood from the text alone, not to mention the two cat-themed emojis she'd sent as a celebration. Normally, a girl full of love would instinctively think, "The cat is so cute," "I should steal this emoji," "Wait, who should I send it to?" But now, her attention was constantly drawn to the cat's ears. Hua Xin's thumb unconsciously hovered over the emoji, covering the cat's ears, her small face peeking out from under the blanket filled with a serene silence. Because she had been forced to do that kind of thing during the day, she had been wearing the cat ears that Li Xue had given her on the first day the shop opened. Perhaps due to anger, Hua Xin momentarily forgot the most crucial point. "What... it's just that it's popular, hahaha..." "It's popular, that's a good thing, if it's popular, everyone will be saved, our Da Xiang can be saved...?" The girl's expression was slightly relaxed, silently repeating Xia Fen's words to herself several times. Popular?... "Popular??????" "Thud." As if realizing something, her hand stiffened, and the not-so-heavy phone accurately hit the girl's face, leaving a faint red mark on Hua Xin's forehead. The hit instantly woke her up, and the panic in her eyes increased to 100%. (Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no...) (White teeth, white teeth, white teeth, white teeth, white teeth...) However, Hua Xin didn't have time to worry about the mark on her forehead. Instead, she sat up abruptly, her eyes fixed on the buffering scene in the link Xia Fen had sent. The buffering bar was filling the screen with content, and Hua Xin's face was Red Temperature with despair, a JOJO-like expression on Hua Xin face. Xia Fen had sent the day's battle plan. After staring at her Syrian-damaged Da Mi phone for a moment, the network fluctuations quickly returned to normal, redirecting her to the Douyin video she had just been watching. The first thing she saw was that familiar background: their cat cafe. The account was clearly a new one registered by Sister Li Xue or Brother Shan Qing. What kind of traffic could a new account possibly have? Xia Fen certainly hadn't seen the promotional videos Xia Yan had edited for her when she was a virtual host—one video had an astonishing two million views!! Well, even though it was only a dozen seconds, it at least proved her ability! Xia Fen, a young girl who had just started making videos and getting involved with the internet, probably just saw someone like and comment and mistakenly thought they were famous. Actually, she was just a drop in the ocean of the internet... Thinking this, Hua Xin relaxed slightly, no longer as tense as before. But what Hua Xin didn't know was that Xia Fen, like her, was a deeply ingrained otaku, a trait that even Infinite Tsukuyomi couldn't change. She was also the first to discover her livestream and shower her with fans and light sticks, a true friend offering companionship. After all, without Xia Fen's timely discovery, Xia Yan wouldn't have helped edit the video, wouldn't have indirectly caused his collapse from overwork, and Hua Xin wouldn't have spent four thousand yuan on medical expenses, and the subsequent series of butterfly effects... Fast forward to the girl accepting Xia Yan's confession. Everything was fine... but why are the numbers below the little hearts on the right so high... and below the comments too?... I misread it, I misread it, my eyes are playing tricks on me.?? "Gulp." Hua Xin swallowed blankly. What's going on? The girl's attention was completely lost in the video content before her eyes. Whether the video featured herself or someone else, the technical skill displayed, far surpassing the footage shot earlier that day, clearly indicated it was the work of a familiar person. But at this moment, she didn't care who filmed, edited, or stole it... there was something more important. Hua Xin placed her phone on the blanket, silent, and rubbed her eyes in disbelief. Had she seen it wrong? She must have seen it wrong, right? If the phone wasn't broken, was there something wrong with her eyes? Yes, that must be it, she must be too nervous... A few seconds later, she opened her eyes again. The numbers reflected in her pupils hadn't changed; they were still the same... Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands... This isn't a market! The unit was clearly marked with the word "tens of thousands"! It wasn't three, thirty, or even thirteen, but a full three hundred thousand views!