[It really was Chen Yu—I knew it!]
[So Heaven Origin Tea really meant it came from Heaven Origin! And you said you liked Go? What a load of crap!]
[The evidence had actually been pretty obvious. I just hadn't expected it to be this obvious.]
[He can make Dreamscapes and milk tea. There aren't many cultivators this good.]
[Just thinking about President Chen personally boiling water for me makes me want to chug ten bowls.]
[I don't believe it unless President Chen boils it for me on the spot!]
The dense barrage of comments blotted out the sky, with bizarre remarks appearing one after another. Anyone trying to steer the conversation was drowned within minutes by the ocean of comments.
The atmosphere had taken shape, the tide had risen, and immense Positive Emotion swept toward Chen Yu, who could see the Positive Emotion still ticking upward online.
Every jump brought another question mark. The sheer amount left Chen Yu dumbfounded, utterly unable to imagine how badly he would suffer later.
With his eyes wide open, Chen Yu used the last of his strength to say goodbye, then closed the livestream and slumped dejectedly into his chair.
"You're pretty good, kid." The Evil God said in surprise, "Had you planned this all along? Using your real identity as your final trump card, then pulling off a reversal from rock bottom? I couldn't tell—you're quite the clever little brat."
"Stop talking. Let me have some peace."
"Fine. I'll go study your case. It's truly unbelievable."
Chen Yu sat weakly in his chair, wondering whether he should find Shangguan Changqing and borrow Old Black to vent his frustration.
A few minutes later, he heard someone start clapping.
At first, it was only a scattered few people. Then the applause grew louder and louder.