909 Robo (2/2)

The heated discussion temporarily came to a standstill. The plastic surgery party and non-plastic surgery party weren't able to convince anyone, so the focus of attention shifted to another issue.

[killme]: ”What's the anchor going to broadcast? Sleeping again?”

The number of bullet screens reduced for the moment. It was evident that everyone was looking forward to her answer.

Shihua vaguely felt that if she gave a positive answer, many viewers would exit out of the broadcast room. If they wanted to sleep, they could always watch the playback of her previous videos at any time.

In fact, it wasn't too bad. Anyway, she had decided that it would be her last live broadcast. So, she was going to take the opportunity to say her goodbyes, and when everyone wanted to see her, they could always playback her previous videos.

Sihwa noticed that [Mr. Grape] was still sending the ”welcome” bullet screens over and over again. Any ID that entered the broadcast room would have a ”welcome” waiting for them. Although many of them were laughing at [Mr. Grape] for being a robot, he wasn't the least bit affected and continued, as always, with his ”welcome” messages. Sihwa felt even more conflicted inside.

Of course, [Mr. Grape] wasn't a robot. When he entered the broadcast room on the first day, Sihwa had seen him say one or two other words. He might have also wanted to say something else, but he was just too busy sending ”welcome” messages.

He was only one of her few loyal fans. She didn't ask him to do it, nor did she ever thank him. So, why was he willing to go so far for her?

There were also other familiar IDs. There were also those that took advantage of her being a foreigner, using obscure, abusive words to communicate with her. Since she was new to the Chinese language, she didn't understand the meaning of those words; she thought that the comments were compliments to her. It was at those moments that the familiar IDs would retaliate on behalf of her and assist her with reporting them.

Looking at these fans who were not familiar with each other, she just couldn't bring herself to say the goodbyes that she had long prepared in her heart.

Moreover, the hateful [Watermelon] had yet to make his appearance, and if she didn't take the chance to get back at him, she would not be willing to leave.

That day's weather wasn't very good; it was dark and cloudy, and looked like it might rain at any time. The temperature was also much lower as compared to the previous days, but her skin was hot as she was surrounded by warmth. It was just like when the white whale had brought her to the bottom of the sea near the lava.

Everyone was still waiting––waiting for her to reveal the contents of the broadcast for that day.

But if she didn't broadcast herself sleeping, then she was really at a loss on what to broadcast. After all, there was nothing that she knew.

She swept her gaze around the small bathroom and finally laid eyes on the cover of the fairy tale book that was on the bathroom cabinet.

”About that… Actually, I really don't know anything. I can't play games, I don't have any special talents, I can't even do a split, and I've just started learning the Chinese characters… If you don't mind, I would like to read fairy tale stories to all of you. I know that's boring, but this is the only thing I can do,” she said, bowing her head.

After she was done speaking, Sihwa did not dare to look up at the screen. She felt that there would be many people laughing at her, and many who would unsubscribe and quit the broadcast room because she had never seen or heard of any anchor who would broadcast themselves reading fairy tales. Even she felt that it would be super boring.

She had never confessed like that before, and she was even regretting it a little now. She thought that it would be better if she had just announced that it was her last live broadcast.

Two to three minutes later, with her face flushed red, Sihwa looked up at the screen uneasily. To her surprise, there were none of the expected ridicules. Instead, there were many who were looking forward to it, and her number of fans did not decrease, either.

She picked up a fairy tale book and mustered up her courage. Just as she was about to start, she noticed that another person had entered the broadcast room.

[Watermelon] entered the broadcast room.

[Mr. Grape]: ”Welcome!”

[Watermelon]: ”Yo? What's this anchor gonna do? Read a fairy tale? Now that's rare.”

Gnashing her teeth as she stared at this ID, Sihwa said, ”It's you!”

[Watermelon]: ”It's me. Now let's see if you can make me stay and willingly subscribe to you.”