A Mere Child Is Not Worth Plotting With

The sun shines brightly, birds chirp and fly around, defecating.

As the fog dissipated, the sunlight, no longer scattering due to the moisture in the air, became less gentle. Liu Chang'an emerged onto the campus, stepping on the asphalt spilled by the water-damaged truck.

As I passed by a square, I saw students reading with headphones on, elderly people practicing Tai Chi, middle-aged men warming up in shorts and t-shirts, and children standing in a neat row waiting for the school bus. The most eye-catching sight was Guan Yuan playing on the parallel bars, surrounded by a group of people of all ages, including several older female students with enthusiastic and not-so-naive eyes.

Liu Chang'an also went over to take a look and saw Guan Yuan wearing a pair of shorts, performing various parallel bars movements with agility and speed. He was hanging and swinging, bending and stretching, turning, circling, rolling, somersaulting and so on, with endless variations. Although it was clear that he was not very familiar with the routines and had not studied the performance techniques, but was operating purely with strength and reaction, it was still amazing.

Guan Yuan caught Liu Chang'an's arrival out of the corner of her eye and was overjoyed. She quickly performed a series of difficult spins, which drew applause and screams from the senior students. Guan Yuan also noticed that Liu Chang'an was clapping enthusiastically. She frowned slightly, then performed two more difficult moves before doing a backflip and landing steadily, raising her hands in a gesture of respect, just like a gymnastics prince on the Olympic stage.

Guan Yuan pointed his finger towards the spot where Liu Chang'an had just been, only to find that Liu Chang'an had run away in the blink of an eye after giving him a warm round of applause.

The girl standing where Liu Chang'an was standing was slightly chubby. When Guan Yuan beckoned to her, she glanced around at her friends with a hint of smugness, then composed herself and walked over shyly. "You... you called me?"

"I didn't call you, you ugly thing." Guan Yuan impatiently pushed the girl aside, and under the stunned gazes of the other girls, picked up her phone and phone stand and left.

Guan Yuan is live streaming.

Guan Yuan held his phone, responding to his viewers while livestreaming. He had just started livestreaming and didn't have many viewers yet, but there was no doubt that with his abilities, he had a lot of content to stream. Guan Yuan believed that given time, he would definitely become very popular.

Under pressure from the cafeteria lady, Guan Yuan paid the fine and wrote a self-criticism. It was a trivial matter, and Guan Yuan didn't plan to make a fuss about it. As for the scenario of calling in the school leaders and making the cafeteria staff tremble with fear in front of her, given her current influence, she couldn't possibly do it for the time being.

He has realized that expecting his future based on the plots he read in novels is unreliable; he must forge his own path.

While searching online for information about her situation, Guan Yuan stumbled upon Liu Chang'an and was surprised to find that thankfully, she was no longer the same person she used to be; otherwise, such a nemesis would have been a considerable problem.

Using novel plots to guide life is obviously unreliable, but it gave Guan Yuan confidence. Wouldn't a protagonist like himself always encounter a supporting character who is perfect in every way—powerful martial arts skills, a dazzling combat history, outstanding academic achievements, a campus beauty-level girlfriend... Of course, as the plot develops, all of this supporting character's glory belongs to Guan Yuan, and the supporting character's campus beauty girlfriend will realize who her true love is. She might not be able to "take all the virgins," after all, a beautiful girl like An Nuan has been dating Liu Chang'an.

Who cares? Besides, An Nuan is just one of his future girlfriends, and there's also a rich heiress like Zhu Juntang... Guan Yuan has already learned a lot about Liu Chang'an and the beautiful girls around him on social media such as the school's online forum and groups.

Guan Yuan wants to surpass Liu Chang'an in every way, the first thing he needs to do is live streaming, because it is said that Liu Chang'an's famous battle was on the Internet. The streamer Ma Benwei, who was taught a lesson by Liu Chang'an, is very famous, so the video of Ma Benwei being taught a lesson has been saved and widely circulated.

"Let me make a name for myself in the live streaming world first, and I can make money too. Isn't that killing two birds with one stone?" Guan Yuan said goodbye to the few viewers in the live stream and then ended the broadcast.

Guan Yuan waited by the roadside, and after a while, he saw a luxury SUV with a "b" logo stop. Ma Benwei got out of the car with a husky on his leash.

Guan Yuan was about to greet Ma Benwei when the husky suddenly darted to the side of the road and tried to crawl between a girl's legs, sticking its nose out at her.

The girl screamed in fright and ran away. Ma Benwei laughed loudly, "Beautiful lady, your genitals smell too strong!"

Upon hearing this, the girl was filled with shame and glared at Ma Benwei, but she didn't dare to do anything to him. She lowered her head and quickly ran away.

"Brother Ma?" Guan Yuan then greeted Ma Benwei. He had contacted Ma Shilong under the guise of a live-streaming collaboration. Ma Benwei had visited his live-streaming room and watched some of Guan Yuan's short videos. He thought Guan Yuan was a talented person and agreed to meet with Guan Yuan.

"Hey, Human Weapon? That's a pretty cringey name." Ma Benwei punched Guan Yuan's pectoral muscles. "Wow, solid! You could totally pull off a muscular, masculine look, selling bromance and fanservice."

Ma Benwei already had his own fan base and wasn't afraid of cultivating competitors, so he casually gave Guan Yuan some pointers.

"I don't know anything yet." Guan Yuan glanced at Ma Benwei's luxury car and couldn't help but feel a little envious. She couldn't be too hasty; she would have these things sooner or later.

"Take it slow, we can definitely collaborate. For live streaming, you either need to be incredibly stupid, letting other idiots see you're even stupider, giving them a sense of superiority—because they're idiots themselves, and it's hard for them to find that sense of superiority in real life, so they like watching someone even stupider than themselves. Or you need to be talented, taking a more high-end approach. While these fans are more discerning and don't see anyone as rich and stupid, you're more likely to get promotional resources, you're more presentable, and in the long run, you have better prospects." Ma Shilong tugged at the husky's trembling limbs, squinting at Guan Yuan. "Actually, you could figure it out yourself, so why did you come to me?"

Ma Benwei wasn't stupid; he always felt that Guan Yuan had ulterior motives. His own entertainment company mainly recruited female anchors, and rarely had someone like Guan Yuan who could create content.

"Because I know you have a grudge against Liu Chang'an." Guan Yuan revealed a confident smile.

Ma Benwei's expression changed slightly.

Seeing Ma Benwei's expression, Guan Yuan became even more certain that Liu Chang'an had offended far too many people. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend. We can not only cooperate on live streaming, but also on retaliating against Liu Chang'an."

"Go to hell! Get lost, get as far away as you can, and don't come looking for Laozi!" Ma Benwei, pulling his husky along, hurriedly returned to his car. He had the worst luck of all, running into such an idiot. Luckily, he was quick-witted enough to spot the problem immediately; otherwise, if he had gotten too involved with Guan Yuan later, what would have happened?

"Brother Ma! What do you mean by this... Are you just going to let it go like this, getting rid of Liu Chang'an's 'windmill' incident? Can you really tolerate this?" Guan Yuan hurriedly caught up and said to Ma Benwei through the car window.

"Liu Chang'an and I... ptooey, Brother Liu and I, Brother Chang'an, we're good friends, the kind of best buddies. I'm so angry... you little brat, I'm telling you, you'll trip over your head..." Ma Benwei stepped on the gas and sped off.

Guan Yuan watched as Ma Benwei, with his conspicuous consecutive license plates and a luxury car worth millions, fled in a panic like a dog with its tail between its legs. He couldn't help but feel puzzled. It seemed that Ma Benwei had been beaten senseless by Liu Chang'an. He was just pursuing a clear understanding of his own thoughts and wanted to deal with this minor character while he was on his way to another peak in his life.

"You can't reason with a brat like that, "Guan Yuan, putting on a t-shirt and heading back.

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