910 The World of Elfins (1/2)

Sihwa had only seen [Watermelon] once in the live broadcast room, but she hated his domineering look a lot. It was one thing to come into the live broadcast room and only look around without giving any gifts, but what right did he have to act as if he was a lifelong mentor and point fingers at her? She felt like her unlucky streak had begun as soon as she met the person with that ID. From then on, practically nothing went well!

When she saw the ID again, she wanted to pull him out from the screen to give him a beating, then strip him of his clothes and throw him in front of the shop to show the public… However, the anonymity of the Internet made it impossible for her to do that, so she could only glare at the screen angrily.

”The host's angry look is so pretty! I feel like I need to change to a 4K monitor to make it more convenient to lick the screen!”

”Tut-tut! Every expression can be used as a wallpaper…”

[This Old Man Is Unrestrained]: ”Continue! Don't stop!” *gave a hairy crab and left a message.*

Sihwa originally wanted to continue being angry––to use her glare to make [Watermelon] scared––but when she saw someone sending presents, she instantly smiled brightly.

There were also people asking her what city she was in; they could not tell from her accent, as she spoke perfect Mandarin but had the occasional weird Korean words.

She still remembered the instructions that Zhang Zian gave: she should not expose what city she was in––and even more importantly, she should not expose her specific location. Otherwise, if the Live Broadcast Platform found out, they might close her account. She did not mind that, but the problem was that, after her account was closed, the money other people gave her could no longer be retrieved.

Sihwa did not really understand why people were willing to listen to her read out fairy tales, but the reason was simple: listening to a broadcaster read fairy tales and listening to a broadcaster sing were not that all that different. In essence, the viewers still looked at the face of the host and listened to their voice. It helped, too, if the host knew how to act cute. Although she did not know how to act cute, her face and her voice were at the level that would crush any competition.

She took up a fairy tale book and cleared her throat. ”What kind of fairy tale do you all want to hear?”

”I only want to hear the host speak more. Anything is fine.”

”To be honest, I want to hear a horror story. I'm currently at a rest stop on the highway, so I desperately need to lift my spirits up…”

”How about The Seven Heroes and Five Gallants?”

”I want to hear **Pure… F*ck! Why is ** censored?”

For a short time, the audience's opinion was divided, but out of what the audience suggested, practically none were fairy tales––or at least none were the fairy tales she had heard of before.

[Watermelon]: ”Anchor, aren't you cosplaying a mermaid? Then just read The Little Mermaid.”

Sihwa did not want to acknowledge [Watermelon]. She planned on scolding him as soon as she finished broadcasting, but quite a lot of the audience supported his suggestion.

”The Little Mermaid? What book is it in?” Sihwa flipped to the contents page of the fairy tale book she was holding, but could not find that name. After all, the book she was holding was a compilation of Grimm's Fairy Tales.

[killme]: ”Is the anchor acting cute? Although I have never read the story before, at least I know to find it in Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales.”

[Split Second of Darkness]: ”This fairy tale is quite famous, but I haven't read it before, either. I only saw the animated version by Disney, and I found it quite average.”

[The Grim Reaper Is Here]: ”Actually, the story itself is quite average. It's just a story about a prince and a princess, but the tragic ending is quite different from normal fairy tales.”