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Compared to the rapidly developing east bank, the foot of Mount Lu on the west bank was often dismissed as the countryside by Junsha locals even twenty years ago. Yet, as a gathering place for various universities in Xiangnan, it possessed a distinct atmosphere. Dense trees shaded the roads, and pedestrians walked with a measured pace. Young, naive students moved between campus dormitories, carrying the final vestiges of leisure and confusion before stepping out of their ivory towers.

Unlike the simple, repetitive nature of newly built residential complexes, many of the neighborhoods here were staff housing for the universities. The gray-white tones and six-story buildings lacked any particular design flair, but nestled within the thick shade of the trees, they always evoked a sense of profound tranquility and elegance.

Intellectuals are nothing special, but when a group of them gathers to live together, the air inevitably carries a hint of scholarly fragrance.

A misting truck drove by, leaving a haze of water vapor in its wake. Liu Chang'an put away his phone and saw, from a distance, Ma Shilong's Bentley looking exceptionally refined behind a veil of mist.

Liu Chang'an walked over, and Ma Benwei spotted him as well.

"Buddy, isn't your school supposed to have five hundred flower-guarding knights? You had to wait a whole year for your turn last time; how did it come around to you again today? That's a fast rotation," Ma Benwei chuckled, then spoke to the phone mounted on the dashboard: "Brothers of the motorcade, did you see that? This is the same flower-guarding knight I ran into when I was with An Nuan. It's his turn to guard the flower again today."

Liu Chang'an looked at the livestream room displayed on the phone screen. An Nuan had not responded, and Ma Benwei was bored; Liu Chang'an's appearance had undoubtedly triggered a wave of comments.

The comments were a mixed bag, and Liu Chang'an started to laugh.

"The night is clear and bright; why don't we go to the top of Mount Lu to admire the waning moon together?"

Ma Benwei was stunned for a moment, then burst into loud laughter, turning to his phone: "Brothers, this guy is inviting me to admire the moon! Hahaha!"

"Is he a closet case?"

"Watch your backside, son!"

"Go, go! Admire the flowers, admire the moon, admire the chrysanthemum!"

"That girl isn't coming out tonight, son—try your hand at flirting with a gay guy!"

Ma Benwei was just about to switch phones to message An Nuan. She was indeed alluring, but the main point of the livestream was to have content. Modern girls were vain yet reserved; since he had already made it clear he was livestreaming, it would be difficult to get her to come out now. It would be better to wait until the stream ended and plot slowly. As for now, teasing this youth would likely amuse his fans.

"Fine, let's go. I'll go to Mount Lu with you to admire the moon. Get in." Ma Benwei waved his hand.

Liu Chang'an got into the car. While watching himself and Ma Benwei on the phone screen, he greeted the onlookers in the livestream room: "Hello, everyone."

Ma Benwei slapped the steering wheel and laughed. This youth truly had something wrong with his brain; he didn't even look at how people were mocking him on the screen. He certainly had a thick skin.

Mount Lu was actually just a small hill a few hundred meters high, not much different from most large parks. However, its various cultural landmarks were so famous that it had no trouble qualifying as a 5A scenic spot. If one possessed a heart for appreciating culture, it was worth a visit. Ma Benwei drove the car straight to the summit, and then he and Liu Chang'an walked to the most expansive viewing platform on the peak.

This was the best spot to view the entire night scene of Junsha. Looking out, the whole city was laid out beneath them, with only the Baolong Center in the city heart shimmering with light, as if it were above the clouds.

"Admiring the moon, admiring the moon!" Ma Benwei set up his phone, adjusted the angle, and looked up at the sky: "Buddy, this moon is just a sliver; it's not even pretty. Honestly, is it better looking than An Nuan's backside?"

Liu Chang'an was still watching the livestream room. Hearing this, he stepped back a few paces, adjusted his position relative to Ma Benwei, and said: "An Nuan is beautiful, but isn't a girl at her most beautiful when she is 'willingly leaning against the embroidered bed, charming and helpless, with red silk and jade-like skin, smiling as she spits at her lover'? What you are doing is not right."

"What are you talking about?" Ma Benwei didn't understand, but he wasn't annoyed; the youth was just full of pretentious, bookish airs. "Forget it. It seems you didn't come here to admire the moon with me, but to play the flower-guarding knight after all."

Some viewers in the livestream room actually knew the reference and helped explain it to Ma Benwei, noting that the lines were about the Queen of the Great Zhou and Li Yu, describing a woman's alluring posture when deeply in love.

"Hmm... in the past, when people discussed matters, they often chose a place with suitable scenery rather than a teahouse, so that their minds would be opened and their thinking wouldn't be constrained by a narrow, cramped environment. They would set out a small table with tea or wine, a few plates of candied fruits, and then clearly explain the principles and distinguish right from wrong." Liu Chang'an smiled and said, "What you are doing is inappropriate. Don't do it again. Since this isn't a matter of mutual consent, everyone should use reason to resolve disputes, right?"

"And what if I don't want to use reason?" Ma Benwei was losing his patience. He thought to himself, if two people just sit there talking about principles, who in the livestream room would want to watch? How many people would leave? Did they come to his stream to listen to someone preach? Even elementary school students would be bored. A thought struck Ma Benwei, and he sneered: "What are you going to do? Come and hit me."

A fist immediately imprinted itself onto Ma Benwei's cheek. Ma Benwei let out a startled cry; Liu Chang'an, who had been talking about reason a moment ago, had struck before his words had even faded.

"Hello everyone, the program Ma Benwei and I are performing for you today is called: 'Those Who Refuse to Reason Ask for a Beating.' It's a story about someone who refuses to be reasonable and insists on being beaten. I don't quite understand it, but I'm willing to accommodate him." Liu Chang'an dragged Ma Benwei in front of the phone and said expectantly: "Please keep the gifts coming... does this platform have a 'double-tap 666' or something? Oh, it doesn't? Then just follow. Keep the gifts coming; the more gifts you send, the more I'll hit him."

Ma Benwei kicked and punched, struggling fiercely, but he couldn't break free. Liu Chang'an twisted him around and shoved his face toward the phone.

"Someone sent a rocket!" Liu Chang'an said to Ma Benwei with pleasant surprise. "Are you happy?"

"I'm happy your..."

Ma Benwei opened his mouth to curse, but Liu Chang'an slapped him across the face, addressing the livestream audience: "Thank you to this friend, Longwei Lietian Kongkong Bashan Huanying Juesha, for the rocket. I will now perform a series of shoulder throws for everyone."

With that, Liu Chang'an executed a shoulder throw, slamming Ma Benwei to the ground. Before Ma Benwei's screams could finish, he threw him again and again, circling the platform.

"Awesome!"

"Brother, you've definitely trained!"

"Is Ma Benwei going to be thrown to death by you?"

"No way, this must be a performance effect. Last time, someone even performed 'stewing themselves in an iron pot'!"

"Keep going, keep going! Everyone, send gifts! Join the motorcade, put on the badges! Send gifts for Brother Ma!"

Liu Chang'an looked at the livestream and said to Ma Benwei: "Oh my... I never imagined I'd receive a rocket on my first livestream. Look, it's so popular now; your popularity has increased quite a bit."

Ma Benwei was furious. He couldn't figure out why—even though he was in pain from the shoulder throws, his body seemed to be holding up. At this moment, he just wanted to kill Liu Chang'an, yet he was being twisted around like a chick, and even his attempts to gouge the eyes were met with total indifference!

"Are you ready to reason with me now?" Liu Chang'an asked.

"Reason..."

"You must be about to say something about my mother." Liu Chang'an slapped him again, cutting him off.

"Next, I will perform the 'Big Windmill' for everyone." Liu Chang'an continued the stream. "Do you want to know what that is? Send a wave of gifts first."

Ma Benwei didn't know what the Big Windmill was, but he hoped more than ever that no one would send gifts. He hurriedly shouted: "Don't... hurry up and call the police for me..."

But no one took Ma Benwei seriously. After being thrown like that, he was still shouting with plenty of breath, and there were no visible bloodstains on his face—just a messy hairstyle. What could possibly be wrong?

Seeing that he had received quite a few gifts, Liu Chang'an grabbed Ma Benwei by the legs and began to swing him. He spun him around with a whoosh, pivoting on his own toes, and sang: "The big windmill goes round and round, the scenery here is truly beautiful..."

Ma Benwei was dizzy and terrified, fearing that if Liu Chang'an lost his grip, he would be finished. He was both shocked and enraged—how did he run into such a monster? In some acrobatics or sports, swinging a partner like a windmill was common, but that was usually a male partner swinging a female partner. He was a grown man weighing well over a hundred pounds; where did this Liu Chang'an get such monstrous strength?

Liu Chang'an didn't spin him for long before setting him down. Ma Benwei was so dizzy that he stumbled and fell to the ground, unable to stand back up. Feeling his internal organs churning, he began to vomit violently.

"Hello everyone, today's livestream ends here. The program effects were designed by professionals; please do not imitate them easily. Finally, if you are satisfied with what you saw, send another wave of gifts. As the saying goes, desires should not be indulged, anger should not be harbored, words should not be provocative, and drinking should not be excessive. Everyone should remember to be reasonable in daily life; everything should be done in moderation." After saying this, Liu Chang'an turned off the livestream. Worried that Ma Benwei's phone might be lost if left on the dashboard, he forced the car window down and placed the phone inside.

Ma Benwei vomited all over the ground—beer and crayfish.

"You were driving after drinking." Liu Chang'an shook his head. Such a lack of civic virtue. "Do you want me to help you find a designated driver?"

"You..." Ma Benwei wanted to tell him to get lost, but he couldn't get a single word out, and he began to retch again.

Liu Chang'an walked down the mountain. His phone rang, and he realized there were several missed calls, all from An Nuan, along with messages she had sent.