Chapter 182: Nà!

{Host! We want to drink rock tea—hurry up and take us up the cliff to nibble on the mother trees of Da Hong Pao!

{Rock tea is divided into Zhengyan and Banyan; compared to Zhengyan's price, Banyan has zero prestige. If you're going to drink it, drink only Zhengyan Da Hong Pao from Wuyi Mountain.

{"Reject body anxiety" gifted a Carnival to "Yu Xueqing's Tea Stories," with a note: "Aqing, this platform has some serious issues—I need to tip you, but it says I have to reach a certain level to unlock premium gifts."}

As Mo Yiqing gifted, her Yinfu account suddenly unlocked a new gift interface—the highest previous gift value was one thousand, now it became three thousand.

Mo Yiqing used the gift banner to vent to Aqing about Yinfu's shitty mechanics.

In terms of value, the Carnival cost far more than a Douyin No. 1, but spending three thousand on a Carnival generates a Carnival Chest, which draws viewers from other livestreams to Aqing's to claim rewards.

"This thing costs three thousand?"

Hearing this, Aqing stared at the screen where the Carnival gold coin spun "dīliūliū," and sucked in a sharp breath:

"Mo Mo, stop your magic! If you keep gifting like this, I'm afraid my dowry will vanish!"

{"Why do I need your dowry? Next semester—you know what."} Mo Yiqing added a comment after the gift, laced with teasing and ambiguity.

"What exactly did you all understand? Are you two hiding some secret deal from An Sheng?"

The little fox's puzzled gaze darted between Yu Xueqing and the screen, her expression brimming with gossip.

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{Is this some kind of party? Are we just part of a quest, dragged here to witness this?

{Host! Need a cameraman? I've got tons of experience.

"Uh? I get what you're saying—me and Mo Mo are farmers, and the neighboring Beast Taming Sect often has little creatures sneaking into our sect to munch on our planted crops."

Although Aqing sensed some danmu carried hidden meaning, she followed the principle of saying as little as possible about unfamiliar things and explained the implication behind Mo Mo's words.

Since this was a livestream, she didn't name the school directly, instead referring to the two sects as mystical organizations: her own Medicine King Sect and the neighboring Beast Taming Sect, which since their founding had been at odds over land disputes.

But student fraternization persisted.

The Beast Taming Sect's spirit beasts frequently sneaked over to steal the experimental sugarcane cultivated by Medicine King Sect disciples.

If the other side apologized properly, fine—but if they encountered arrogant bastards, a big fight was inevitable.

Aqing was known as the War God of the Medicine King Sect.

She could command the opposing spirit beasts to defecate on their master's expensive sneakers.

Or she could befriend the beasts, persuading them not to ravage the areas under her protection.

Aqing was like a field war god—even wild spirit beasts would voluntarily guard her farmland.

In her livestream, Aqing shared stories from her school days and some amusing incidents.

Like her first day of enrollment: on the subway, she encountered a wild boar; her phone was dead, but thanks to the boar guiding her, she avoided having to spend ninety-nine yuan renting a power bank from a store.

Why did renting a power bank cost ninety-nine?

Because once you rented one, there was almost nowhere to return it—big cities had too many tricks.

Compared to Aqing's tales of Three Kingdoms folklore, these unfiltered daily anecdotes drew more viewers; her livestream follower count surged rapidly due to her stories and Mo Yiqing's behind-the-scenes gifting.

Except.

Aqing's so-called daily life was utterly surreal to the livestream audience.

No one had ever heard of someone arriving at school riding a wild boar.

And who in their right mind would have a dog pay for fruit because their meal money ran out—or birds showing up to pick strawberries for them?

The most common danmu in Aqing's livestream was a stream of question marks.

Because Aqing's experiences were so absurd that viewers assumed she was making it up.

But the next scene left everyone—including Aqing herself—stunned.

"Oi. ro!"

In another village's exhibition area, three white foxes sat on the ground, eyeing their surroundings with shifty glances.

The Arctic fox spotted An Sheng on Aqing's shoulder and lifted its head to greet him.

"Nà!"

Hearing the foreign language and their rough speech, An Sheng initially ignored them—but remembering how some viewers were criticizing Aqing, he thought for a moment, then, right before the livestream and Aqing, flipped the Arctic foxes the middle finger.

The little fox extended one finger, keeping it upright while slightly curling the others.

The middle finger jabbed at the livestream screen, then swept around to jab directly at the Arctic foxes' faces.

"Yīng?"

The Arctic foxes' necks tensed—they clearly understood the gesture—and erupted into furious yelling.

"Yīng yīng yīng!"

An Sheng fired back just as loudly, both tiny paws planted on Aqing's shoulder, mouth wide open, spitting out rapid bursts of laughter-like yīng sounds.

The Xiaobeiya albino red fox, leveraging its broad, hefty frame, took on all three Arctic foxes at once, drowning them with its booming voice until they cowered under the table.

Are you kidding?

So what if they're foreign devils? Come out—I'll let Bai let you go one-handed and see who wins!

"Move aside! Let me through."

An Sheng's loud yīnging and the aura of dominance he radiated—covering half of Jiule City—not only drove the Arctic foxes back, but also drew a group of people to the Zhengyan tea exhibition area.

"Zī zī zī!"

A chorus of rodent-like squeaks mingled with the cries of "Move!" and "Let me through!"

Lin Hao, dressed in an elegant, vibrant shirt, carried a wooden board through the crowd; on the velvet cushion lay the golden-edged hedgehog grandmother, still without spines, now wearing a silk nightgown.

He carried her into the venue.

"Zī zī zī!"

The golden-edged hedgehog gazed at An Sheng and softly spoke, laughing:

"Finally… found you, Lord Fuli!"

"Shut your mouth!" An Sheng gasped, glaring at the hedgehog.

Just shut your mouth!

My wild escapades are all unknown to Aqing—don't you dare spill the beans and drag me into utter ruin!

"Xiao An… these people seem like a gang?" Aqing stared in alarm at Lin Hao's group closing in around her, swallowed hard, and clenched her tiny fist.

(End of chapter)