"Big words."
Old Liu hid inside a cardboard box and slowly moved behind Yan Huan, eavesdropping on the two men's conversation.
In his livestream, the comments painted a different picture.
[Why is it so dark?]
[Where the hell are we? The stream title says "Battle of the Veteran Actor's Rise," right? Where did you take me?]
[Does this mean the road ahead is bleak?]
[I remember this stream. It's collaborating with that Nameless Guest.]
[These two are doing a PK.]
[It's too dark. I'm leaving.]
"..."
Old Liu crouched behind Yan Huan for an entire afternoon, learning quite a bit about him.
Something about a Belobog Executive Officer, Brother Huan from the Space Station, the Luofu's King of Elimination...
It seemed useful, yet somehow useless at the same time.
Before long, three days passed just like that.
During that time, Yan Huan went about his business as usual, completely unconcerned about the wager.
Meanwhile, Old Liu was inside the dream, where his body did not need food. Aside from resting whenever his mind grew tired, he followed Yan Huan almost constantly.
Strangely enough, Yan Huan truly never noticed him at all.
"Looks like my stalking skills have reached perfection." Old Liu chuckled to himself.
It was now the fourth day.
The day the finals began.
"Let this old man... let this young lady put on a proper performance!" Old Liu, transformed into March 7th, smiled confidently.
At last, the viewers in Old Liu's livestream were greeted by light.
[Ah—what did I just see? That old man turned into a girl!]
[What a weird fetish...]
[Is his little brother still there?]
[Asking for a friend!]
[+1]
[+1]
[+1]
"..."
Krokok Film Park had now been fully restored, glowing with fairy-tale splendor.
Yan Huan stood before the ticket hall, seemingly assigning