Chapter 8: Chapter 8: My Body Is Out of Control, Streamer, Save Me

Shen Zhiyao couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Where do you get the nerve to think I’ll lose? I was just thinking about what prize I should ask for when I win.”

“You actually think I’m going to lose?”

He burst out laughing. “I’ve lived my whole life without ever knowing the meaning of the word ’lose’!”

“You don’t know the meaning?” Shen Zhiyao feigned realization. “So you’re illiterate.”

Reckless Young Master Jin’s temper flared. “Fuck, who doesn’t know how to write ’lose’?! I’m… no, that’s not right. I’m not saying I’ll lose, I’m saying…”

He tried to explain himself, but the more he talked, the worse it got, until he slammed his hand on the table in frustration.

Shen Zhiyao had also decided on the stakes. She held up one finger. “Ten thousand bucks a reading. Besides that, if you lose, you have to call me Great-Grandma, and you’re banned from ever disrupting my stream again.”

Hearing the words “Great-Grandma,” Reckless Young Master Jin felt the urge to start cursing.

Shen Zhiyao said, “If you don’t agree, that’s fine. Next!”

Reckless Young Master Jin quickly replied, “Fine! You’re going to lose anyway, so the prize doesn’t even matter. Stop wasting time and tell me what car I’m going to drive to the car meet!”

Shen Zhiyao looked at him through the screen and gave a faint smile. “A shared bike.”

Reckless Young Master Jin: “…”

[Holy shit, a bicycle! Streamer, are you trying to be funny?]

[How dare you humiliate him like that! Reckless Young Master Jin, you need to put her in her place, teach her a lesson!]

[Is this some new way to insult rich people? This can’t be real fortune-telling, right?]

[Damn it, she’s totally insulting our Reckless Young Master Jin! Who rides a bicycle to a car meet?! Streamer, are you some kind of clown?!]

Shen Zhiyao took another sip of her milk tea and said calmly, “I’m not insulting you. That’s just the result I divined. If you don’t believe me, just wait and witness a miracle!”

It was a mode of transportation she had only learned about today.

The people of this world were quite clever. They invented bicycles, but since some people didn’t use them often, they invented shared bicycles.

“One more reminder,” Shen Zhiyao added. “You’re going to get into an accident with a car at the meet today.”

Reckless Young Master Jin was furious. He slammed his fist on the table. ’This woman isn’t just calling me poor, she’s cursing me!’

’This woman must be worried she’s going to lose. She’s bitter but can’t do anything about it, so she’s using her last stream to curse me just to vent her anger.’

“Fuck! Woman, you’re dead! I’m going to my underground garage right now and driving out one of my luxury cars for all of you to see! Goddammit, you’re the one who rides a shared bike! Your whole family rides shared bikes, you broke-ass loser who can only afford a shared bike!”

Reckless Young Master Jin didn’t live with his family; he had his own massive villa.

When he got to the basement, rows upon rows of luxury cars came into view, stunning the audience in the stream.

For a rich man like him, all his cars were regularly maintained by professionals. He got into a Porsche Cayenne.

“This streamer is just crazy for money. Watch me drive to the car meet right now!”

Reckless Young Master Jin started the ignition and stepped on the gas, but the car only made a grating “GRIND, GRIND” sound.

He held the pedal down for a long time, but the car didn’t respond.

Refusing to believe it, Reckless Young Master Jin got into another car. This time, the engine started.

Just as the car was pulling out of the underground garage, a loud “BANG!” echoed. Reckless Young Master Jin got out to check and saw the tire had blown out.

“Uncle Zhang! Uncle Guo! My car’s broken! Get it towed for repairs, quick!”

He shouted several times but got no response. Only then did Reckless Young Master Jin remember that Uncle Zhang had taken the day off this morning.

The reason was that his son was getting married, and Uncle Guo had gone to attend the wedding.

Reckless Young Master Jin hadn’t paid it any mind, and it was only now that he recalled this detail.

The cars in the underground garage hadn’t been driven in half a year, and he hadn’t realized they were all in disrepair.

Besides, with so many cars in the garage, he refused to believe every single one was broken.

In a hurry to settle the bet, he tried to start every car in the underground garage.

The results were always the same: either a car door would fall off, or a seatbelt wouldn’t pull out.

These were all bizarre ways for a car to break down that he had never seen before.

For a moment, he was completely dumbfounded.

Even then, Reckless Young Master Jin didn’t think there was anything truly wrong.

’The ride-sharing industry is so advanced these days,’ he thought. ’Worst case, I’ll just order a car from a sharing service!’

So he opened a ride-sharing app and frantically went to work. Then he switched back to his stream and told his viewers, “I’ve already searched over a dozen car-sharing services, from the closest station to the furthest depot. I’ve looked everywhere! I’ll be streaming the entire time so you can all watch me get behind the wheel of a shared Maserati!”

As he spoke, he threw a provocative punch toward Shen Zhiyao’s window on his screen, then shot up his middle finger. “You fucking idiot, get ready to grovel before me!”

The next second, Shen Zhiyao kicked Reckless Young Master Jin from the video call again.

Reckless Young Master Jin’s mouth was like a machine gun, firing shot after shot at Shen Zhiyao: “You motherfucker*** Shit***” (followed by a stream of curses).

Shen Zhiyao didn’t have time to watch Reckless Young Master Jin try to call a car. ’It’s not like one will ever arrive for him anyway,’ she thought.

“Since Reckless Young Master Jin has started his own stream, you can all go to his channel in half an hour to see what happens next. I have one reading left. Does anyone want it?”

[What do I do? I want to watch Reckless Young Master Jin’s stream, but I also want to watch the streamer do another reading! I’m so torn!]

[Didn’t the streamer say to check back in half an hour for the follow-up? Just go look in half an hour and you’ll see if his car arrived or not.]

[There’s no suspense here. Reckless Young Master Jin is obviously going to win. His family is so rich, he could call any car and wouldn’t have to resort to a shared bike.]

[The streamer definitely knows she’s going to lose, so she’s trying to squeeze some more money out of people in her last moments.]

Despite the chatter, the last reading was quickly snatched up by “Wu Ai Wo Fu.”

Compared to the last time he connected, he looked significantly more haggard.

The moment he connected, Wu Ai Wo Fu’s desperate screams filled the stream. “Streamer, help me! I was blind to your greatness before! Streamer, I’m begging you, save me! Please, save me! Help me, Streamer! I really don’t want to die, I’m begging you to save me!”

With that, Wu Ai Wo Fu dropped to his knees and began kowtowing frantically to the streamer, his face a mess of snot and tears.

His sudden, frantic entrance left everyone in the stream completely stunned.

[What the fuck, a ghost! Don’t come over here! Back, back, back!]

[Oh my god! It’s only been a day, but his dark circles are so heavy! Look at his frame! There’s no flesh left on his bones!]

[AHHHH! I didn’t notice until you said something, but now I see it! Oh god, that’s so scary!]

[Holy crap, seeing something this terrifying on a livestream late at night… Help, I’m gonna be scared to death! How am I supposed to sleep tonight?!]

Wu Ai Wo Fu’s legs scraped against the floor as he dragged himself forward.

“Streamer, save me… Streamer, save me… Please don’t ignore me! Save me, save me!”

The more Wu Ai Wo Fu spoke, the more agitated he became, his emotions clearly spiraling out of control.

“Everything in this world is bound by cause and effect. You reaching this point is a result of your own choices. I never said I wouldn’t help you, so why are you so frantic?”

Wu Ai Wo Fu collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath as his body twitched violently. A milky white fluid began to trickle from the corner of his mouth.

Soon, Wu Ai Wo Fu’s movements stopped.

He suddenly snapped his eyes open, the whites completely showing as they rolled back into his head. His body rose to its feet and began to writhe uncontrollably.

Every movement was a perfect ballet pose.

Wu Ai Wo Fu was still screaming desperately, “Streamer, save me… Streamer, help me! I can’t see! My body isn’t under my control… Save me! Save me!”

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