Chapter 157: Chapter 157: Conglin Comes to the Livestream Room Again

Driven by a sliver of curiosity, Shen Zhiyao directly probed Chen Yan’s fate.

Previously, Chen Yan had worn a Magic Artifact around his neck—one refined by a Divinity Transformation Stage Cultivator—which had prevented her from probing his fate.

But he had later shattered that very Magic Artifact with his own hands, leaving him without any external protection.

Shen Zhiyao had assumed she could now read everything he had been through, but his past remained just as unreadable.

This felt less like a natural block and more like Chen Yan had deliberately wiped his own past from his fate…

’What… what on earth is he hiding…’

Noticing Shen Zhiyao staring at him, Chen Yan, afraid she’d see through him, quickly changed the subject. “Why are you looking at me like that? Is it… do you like me?”

Chen Yan shyly lowered his head, looking like a bashful young girl.

Chen Yan glanced up at her again and said awkwardly, “If you do like me… you’ll have to get in line…”

“Why?”

“Because the line of people chasing after me stretches all the way from here to France.”

Shen Zhiyao: “…”

In truth, what she had meant to ask was, ’Why would I like you?’

Just as she was about to explain, the camera swung over to them, followed by Meng Xiaoxiao, Sun Yingbin, Zhou Ye, and Zhao Jing.

The moment Zhao Jing arrived, she started teasing, “I was wondering where you two suddenly disappeared to. So you were sneaking off to hide here behind our backs. Don’t tell me you two were…?”

She left the sentence unfinished, but her exaggerated expression was a clear attempt to lead the audience to assume they were a couple.

The production team, knowing how to capitalize on a hot topic, immediately zoomed in, coordinating camera angles and adding suggestive music to solidify the impression that something was going on between them.

After all, one of them was a controversial, love-to-hate figure, and the other was a breathtakingly handsome man. Pairing them up was guaranteed to generate massive viewership.

Shen Zhiyao saw right through Zhao Jing’s little game and pointed meaningfully at the sign behind her: WC.

Shen Zhiyao said coolly, “This is the only restroom on this deck. Where else would I go? We both needed to use it, so what’s not normal about running into each other at the door?”

Chen Yan looked at Zhao Jing, his face a mask of grievance. “Are we not allowed to use the restroom during the game? I didn’t know… I really didn’t mean to…”

Chen Yan lowered his head, his lips forming a slight pout. He looked utterly miserable.

Instantly, Zhao Jing’s words rubbed the livestream viewers the wrong way:

[I used to like Zhao Jing, but not so much anymore. Now I feel like she just speaks without thinking!]

[Right? They clearly just met at the restroom door, and she drops a line like that, making it sound like they went in there to hook up!]

[Shen Zhiyao and Chen Yan are the best-looking man and woman here; they’re a perfect match. But they’re newcomers to the industry. The second they get caught up in a relationship scandal, their careers are over. Zhao Jing must have known that when she said what she said. She wants to take them both out!]

[OMG, I used to think Zhao Jing’s straightforward, carefree attitude was so charming. Now I just think she’s a total schemer!]

Zhao Jing realized she’d misspoken and started to panic a little.

Sun Yingbin saw Zhao Jing’s predicament and quickly tried to smooth things over. “Haha, is the restroom really that popular? How did all the guests end up at the door? Anyone who didn’t know better would think we all came here to enjoy the… ambiance.”

His joke saved face for both the other guests and Zhao Jing. Everyone headed back to the deck and played a few more rounds of Werewolf. As the sky darkened, they all returned to their cabins.

The official program’s broadcast time was limited, so the main livestream came to an end.

However, the streaming on the platform didn’t stop. Each guest had their own individual stream, and viewers could click on any one of them to watch their personal camera feed.

By clicking on a guest’s avatar, fans could watch their favorite personality’s personal stream, which would continue until 11:35 PM.

Because Shen Zhiyao and Chen Yan had been off-camera that afternoon, the production team added a new rule to prevent it from happening again: no one was allowed to leave the view of their personal camera, except to change clothes.

Zhou Ye’s performance during the day hadn’t been particularly impressive, so his popularity and view count were low. To attract more viewers, he put on a pink shirt and a pair of cat ears, sat in front of the camera to chat with the audience, and acted cute from time to time.

Zhao Jing, meanwhile, set up a drawing board and began painting the sea and sketching portraits, a move that also drew in viewers.

To cultivate her persona as a thoughtful artist who “nurtures the soul with a brush,” she held a lucky bag raffle in her stream, promising to draw a portrait of whoever won.

Over on Shen Zhiyao’s stream, she simply took out her phone, occasionally speaking a few words to it. To an unknowing observer, she looked like just another girl addicted to her phone.

But when the camera zoomed in on her screen, it became clear: Shen Zhiyao wasn’t just playing on her phone—she was running her own livestream.

Shen Zhiyao was an incredibly disciplined person; even while on a variety show, she didn’t neglect her own stream.

Meanwhile, Sun Yingbin, Meng Xiaoxiao, and Chen Yan had all, as if by silent agreement, tuned into Shen Zhiyao’s livestream to watch.

Their fans had tuned in to see what they were up to, only to find them all just sitting there watching someone else’s stream.

Feeling bored, the fans all flocked to Shen Zhiyao’s stream out of curiosity, wondering what could possibly be so captivating that it had grabbed the attention of two major celebrities.

And so, the number of viewers in Shen Zhiyao’s stream skyrocketed from 100,000 to 6.89 million. The live chat, which had been scrolling at a normal pace, suddenly became a frantic blur.

Comments flew by so fast that viewers couldn’t read them before they were gone.

But Shen Zhiyao had eyes like a hawk; as long as she wanted to, she could read every single comment as it flashed by.

Some were from her fans, asking: How’s the variety show? Are you settling in okay?

Others were from curious newcomers who, hearing about livestreamed fortune-telling for the first time, were asking all sorts of questions.

Shen Zhiyao first answered her regular viewers, then addressed the newcomers. “My stream is dedicated to divination. I do three readings a day, a thousand each, and if I’m not accurate, it’s free. Anyone who wants a reading can request to go live with me. As for whether you’ll get a spot, that depends on whether fate brings us together.”

Many of her longtime fans began to wail in the chat:

[Streamer, I’m gonna die! We could never get a spot when you had a hundred thousand viewers, and now there are over a million! How are we supposed to get a turn now?!]

Shen Zhiyao chuckled at the comment. “Alright, no more joking around. Let’s begin the first reading of the day!”

Even with the massive audience, the price of a thousand per reading wasn’t cheap, which kept most of the newcomers from casually trying to join the call.

As a result, most of the requests still came from her regulars.

When the video call connected, the screen showed a scruffy, disheveled man. His eyes were bloodshot, and tears streamed from their corners. With a haggard expression, he looked as if he hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in days.

A quick glance at the user ID revealed that this person was “Conglin.”

The moment Conglin appeared, the livestream audience was stunned:

[Holy crap, isn’t Conglin the guy who debunks ’feudal superstitions’? What’s he doing getting a fortune-telling?]

[Whoa, what happened to Conglin? If I hadn’t seen the ID, I wouldn’t have even recognized him. Damn, don’t tell me he’s been possessed by a ghost or something? How did he let himself get into such a state?]

[Probably not possessed, more like heartbroken!]

As soon as they were connected, Shen Zhiyao asked her usual question, “Conglin, what would you like a reading on?”

Tears rolled down Conglin’s cheeks, and he struggled to compose himself. “I want to know… if my best friend blames me…”

Shen Zhiyao sighed. “Alas, Chang’an has already seen you. He has no more regrets, so why do you continue to torture yourself?”

“You don’t understand. You don’t understand anything at all…” Conglin took two large gulps of alcohol, then looked up with tear-filled eyes, his expression steeped in sorrow. “He was the most important person in my life… Streamer, let me tell you a story…”

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