Chapter 493

This thrilled AuntieGiveMeACappuccino to no end.

On this day, she finally stepped out of her home for the first time in months.

Her father, watching from home as his daughter left, was overcome with tears.

He had exerted considerable effort to get his daughter to go out.

But neither money nor verbal threats had any effect.

Until a young man came and explained what esports fans truly loved.

He then secured the final grand gift pack for "AuntieGiveMeACappuccino," effectively buying her a ticket.

Unexpectedly,

AuntieGiveMeACappuccino actually stepped out of her home—extremely excited, fully immersed and willing to give her all!

This moved him deeply.

How long had it been?

Finally, she had stepped out of this house!

341. She could almost have predicted it.

AuntieGiveMeACappuccino wore a magnificent purple gown, her face delicately made up, stepping slowly onto the stage.

This was no esports girl—she was clearly a goddess!

As she ascended the stage slowly,

She had no words to say.

The instrumental music began immediately.

AuntieGiveMeACappuccino, listening to the music, swayed her body gently, sinking into the rhythm.

AuntieGiveMeACappuccino greatly respected Brother Shiguang; having long frequented Shark, she had watched his livestreams and spent lavishly just to earn a smile from the gentleman—but sadly, she had never received even the smallest gesture from him, no matter how much she spent.

Brother Shiguang cared nothing for money—this was a universally accepted truth.

After all, his RV was already priceless.

His wine cabinet held the world's top ten most expensive vintages.

Could such a person possibly be short on money?

Of course not.

Yet this did not dampen his fans' enthusiasm.

So during Brother Shiguang's livestreams, countless viewers still sent him lavish gifts.

AuntieGiveMeACappuccino was one of them.

She knew every one of Brother Shiguang's songs by heart—every note was perfectly clear when she sang them.

Though she could not claim deep understanding, her sheer passion alone could move listeners.

Soon,

AuntieGiveMeACappuccino stood on stage, facing the virtual image of Brother Shiguang on the electronic screen—in her eyes, this virtual form was handsomer, more noble, and more refined than Brother Shiguang himself.

So she sang to him, as if singing solely for him.

This was AuntieGiveMeACappuccino's own unique way of easing her nerves.

How could any ordinary person appear on a national livestream without being nervous?

Though AuntieGiveMeACappuccino seemed carefree in daily life, she always froze up at critical moments.

Now, she only hoped she wouldn't misremember the lyrics.

Everything else? Let fate decide—it didn't matter anymore.

After listening to IceWaterKiller finish his performance,

AuntieGiveMeACappuccino's dream of winning was utterly shattered.

That man was so powerful—how could someone like her, with no training, singing only out of love, possibly compete?

So,

AuntieGiveMeACappuccino chose to fully give up.

If she couldn't win, why exert herself?

Just slack off and be done with it!

She would sing with her most natural, most comfortable voice, pouring her true feelings into it.

Don't think about anything else—the more you think, the more nervous you get, and the worse you'll sing.

Holding to this mindset, AuntieGiveMeACappuccino stepped onto the stage.

Alone, listening to the backing track, gazing at Brother Shiguang's virtual image before her,

She lifted the unfamiliar, slightly heavy golden microphone.

Receiving the final cue from the music,

She began to sing, calm and effortless.

Most afraid of the air suddenly falling silent

Most afraid of friends suddenly showing concern

Most afraid of memories suddenly surging, twisting with unceasing pain

Most afraid of suddenly hearing your message

If longing had a sound

I'd refuse it to be the cry of sorrow

Now, finally, I belong to myself alone

Only tears still cannot fool myself

Suddenly I miss you so much; where are you?

Are you happy or aggrieved?

Suddenly I miss you; suddenly sharp memories.

Suddenly blurred eyes.

We were like the most beautiful song.

Turning into two sad movies.

Why did you take me on the most unforgettable journey?

Then leave the most painful souvenir.

We were so sweet, so beautiful, so believing.

So crazy, so passionate in the past.

Why must we still

Run toward our own happiness and regrets to grow old?

Suddenly I miss you so much; where are you?

Are you happy or aggrieved?

Suddenly I miss you; suddenly sharp memories.

Suddenly blurred eyes.

What I fear most is the air suddenly going quiet.

What I fear most is a friend's sudden concern.

What I fear most is memories suddenly rolling and twisting, refusing to calm.

What I fear most is suddenly hearing news of you.

What I fear most is having already resolved to live this life without you,

Yet suddenly hearing news of you.

"Auntie, give me a cappuccino," she sang the very last bit of sound, incredibly nervous.

Accompanying the slow closing of Brother Shiguang's MV.

That virtual avatar was no longer strumming a guitar or opening its mouth to sing.

The song ended.

She suddenly felt her performance just now was so terrible!