Chapter 107: It

At 11:45 p. m., Meng Ziyi, hundreds of kilometers away from Bai Liang, felt nervous.

Because today she was doing a so-called birthday livestream.

After midnight would be her birthday.

This livestream thing was inspired by Bai Liang.

Back then, Meng Ziyi had been at an internet cafe watching him and Lin Gengxin livestream gaming together, and thought it was pretty novel.

Then the company found out and arranged for her to do a half-hour birthday livestream today.

This livestream wasn't meant to celebrate her birthday—it was meant to test how effective the "black-red" path would be.

You could say it was meant to get yelled at.

"Meng Jie, didn't you tell him?"

Hearing her assistant's question, Meng Ziyi wrinkled her face, sighing with weary frustration: "Why tell him? Let him watch others insult me? How embarrassing~"

She hadn't told Bai Liang, and she hadn't even dared tell her own mother, Sister Qian Jie.

If Sister Qian Jie saw a flood of people insulting her in the livestream, how heartbroken would she be?

She finished her makeup, put on a pretty outfit, and tied her hair back to expose her forehead.

The livestream began.

"Hi everyone~"

Meng Ziyi waved cheerfully at the camera with a sweet smile; today's makeup was deliberately cute, so the initial impression was quite good.

Yet the sweetness lasted only three seconds before she awkwardly reached up to adjust her hair.

Then she covered her mouth, forcing a light, playful tone: "No one's here? Oh no, what do I do now hahaha."

Even so, her awkwardness and faint helplessness were palpable through the screen.

She never had many fans, and the so-called anti-fans were just a passing trend—Wu Shen Zhao Zilong had been airing so long, it was hard to say how many still remembered her.

Put bluntly, whether the black fans even bothered to troll her depended on their mood.

Two seconds later, her eyes lit up: "Oh, someone's here~"

She turned to her assistant: "That's you, right?"

"No, it's a real viewer who just came in."

Meng Ziyi instantly shifted into mode, reverting to her high-pitched, squeaky voice: "Hello everyone~ Welcome! Who are you? A fan or here to criticize me?"

The lone viewer sent a bullet comment: Guess~

Seeing those two characters, Meng Ziyi felt an odd sense of familiarity.

But the user ID was a string of random characters.

A few seconds later, the viewer sent another bullet comment.

"It's me."

This time, the ID had changed.

Little Hedgehog.

Honestly, girls are incredibly emotional when they're feeling sentimental!

Meng Ziyi nearly burst into tears right in front of the camera.

Even though she held back, her wide, reddened eyes couldn't be hidden.

The girl who had just been smiling and waving at the lens now couldn't speak a word.

She took several deep breaths, staring fixedly at the camera, but when she tried to speak again, she couldn't hold it together: "How did you know?"

Her voice, of course, carried a tremor of tears.

But this question left Bai Liang unsure how to answer—of course he remembered her birthday.

His memory was so good; when else would he use it?

After that, it became hard for the two of them to have a private conversation in the livestream, because the black fans, though late, had finally arrived.

They wouldn't camp out like real fans, but they had no problem popping in to hurl insults when they had free time.

Though the number remained small, various sarcastic remarks gradually drowned the livestream.

In a way, Meng Ziyi's black-red path was going surprisingly well.

Otherwise, for a minor maid role like hers, no one would've even known who she was, let alone insulted her. But the black fans were slightly disappointed—this girl seemed tough; aside from her slightly reddened eyes, her composure was rock-solid.

Even though the number of real fans in the livestream was tiny, she still smiled warmly, greeting everyone and trying to reply to every bullet comment she could read aloud.

Most couldn't be read aloud; some were outright vulgar.

Even the comments accusing her of plastic surgery to look like a web celebrity were mild—Meng Ziyi read them out without hesitation, then showed a photo of herself from when she was younger: "I've always looked like this~ Not plastic surgery."

Soon it hit midnight—her birthday had arrived.

A few faint "Happy Birthday" messages were buried among the black fans' bullet comments.

Meng Ziyi instantly spotted her Little Hedgehog, her smile radiant.

At that moment, a faint sound came from outside the livestream camera.

"What's that?"

"Meng Jie, someone sent flowers and gifts."

"Is this arranged by the company~?" she said aloud, but her eyes stayed locked on the bullet comments.

After several seconds, she suddenly realized something and turned to her assistant.

Please... Col... lect... 6... 9... Bo... ok... s...!

Wow! You little traitor!

She insisted she was smart, not stupid~ She was just a bit slow to react, and her brain worked a little oddly.

The card on the bouquet bore handwriting she knew all too well.

She, who had acted with Bai Liang, how could she not recognize this handwriting, identical to the one on his character profile?

She had once praised Bai Liang's handwriting, seriously commenting: "The writing reflects the person."

As for the gift,

"Wow!"

When she pulled out a tiny puppy from the gift box, even the relentless stream of hate comments paused for a moment.

The world is broken and patched; the puppy mends it.

Meng Zi Yi's heart melted instantly; she held the puppy close, her face brimming with affection.

"You need to name it~" the assistant chirped with a grin.

"Hmm, call it Chocolate!"

Pfft!

Behind the screen, Bai Liang felt a pang of concern for the puppy he'd bought just a short while ago.

Naming a dog Chocolate?

It was like naming a person DDT or Glyphosate.

But the dog was already given away; what name she chose was her freedom—as long as she didn't actually feed it chocolate.

The livestream was indeed short; after enduring over twenty minutes of abuse, Meng Zi Yi signed off happily.

She also posted a Weibo saying it was the most special birthday she'd ever had.

But before posting it, she pondered for a long time, and ultimately chose not to tag Bai Liang.

Forget it—she was all haters now; what if these people went over and dragged him into it?

"Meng Jie, Brother Bai just publicly wished you a happy birthday~"

The assistant's report made Meng Zi Yi grin foolishly for a long while.

But she quickly snapped back: "Pfft, he doesn't even log into his Weibo once a month—it's definitely Sister Yanzi who posted it."

Honestly, Meng Zi Yi's assistant thought these two were bizarre.

Back on the set of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes," they were practically glued together; later, Meng Zi Yi insisted they were nothing, then claimed they'd broken up.

But this current behavior? Honestly, it only fooled the company.

Yet the company didn't care about this at all—if they knew Meng Zi Yi and Bai Liang were truly involved, they'd probably be ecstatic.

But not telling the company was also to prevent them from forcing her to ride Bai Liang's traffic.

Meng Zi Yi didn't want to do that.

She hugged the puppy and gave it a loud kiss. "Chocolate, do you know him? Did he personally pick you out?"

"Aowu~"

"So he really picked you himself! Wow, you're so smart! Then tell me—what kind of gift should I prepare for his birthday?"

(End of Chapter)