The black girl was genuinely worried sick about Cheng Daqi.
It was the first time she had experienced such a feeling of anxiety and uncertainty.
Cheng Daqi's departure was reminiscent of her father years ago, leaving halfway through a meal upon receiving a message, never to return.
Ignoring calls, not replying to messages, disappearing without a trace.
She waited for her father for a long, long time, so long that her half-brother from another mother was born, so long that she left that place that never felt like home to her.
Since she started wandering, Cheng Daqi had been the best neighbor she encountered, and she truly considered him a friend.
So, Sani worried, worried that Cheng Daqi might never return.
Finally, after a long wait, Cheng Daqi finally messaged Sani back.
"I've boarded the bus, will be home soon."
Home.
Sani glanced at their tents leaned against each other, one brown, one green, pitifully standing deep in the park woods.
Could the tents that hobos dwell in be considered home?
The black girl didn't quite understand what a home was; she had lost hers a long time ago.
But Cheng Daqi's words stirred a strange feeling in her heart.
If this was home, then it wasn't so bad.
Though her Asian neighbor was ugly (according to differing aesthetics), frail (compared to her robust black neighbor), and as impoverished as herself, he was the best neighbor she had encountered.
The black girl's reverie didn't last long; she thought of Lisa, whom she had left a dynamic comment on Facebook for Cheng Daqi.
The beautiful Lisa who made her feel inferior.
"What are you thinking?"
Cheng Daqi plopped down next to Sani, holding two bottles of purified water he had obtained from Eris, looking all sneaky.
Eris's business was so big, he wouldn't mind Cheng Daqi taking a couple of bottles of water.
Cheng Daqi was also startled by the small sweet waters of America; as long as he lived in America, he couldn't cure his longing for purified water.
"Not much, are you hungry? You barely ate anything before you left, and I still have some bread I got today."
Sani, the little angel, didn't want to dwell on sad things too much; her life was simple.
Beg, drink water, sleep, play with her phone, that's all.
She didn't want to complicate her life or add trouble to herself because of strange things.
"No, I still need to edit some videos. Could you send me the footage you shot for me? I'll see if there's anything I can use."
Since Cheng Daqi didn't film much on his own, he had Sani help him shoot some videos and photos as editing material.
Sani took more photos today than she had in her whole life, and the transmission speed was slow.
She sent them over while asking Cheng Daqi.
"Okay, got it. But I've always wondered, why would anyone enjoy watching videos of you being a hobo in America?"
Pausing her actions, Cheng Daqi explained with a wry smile.
"Sani, you don't understand how powerful American propaganda and public opinion are. American media brainwashes relentlessly, glorifying America's greatness.
Many people in our country haven't been to America and don't understand how low American media can go. They believe in the propaganda.
Their own lives might not be satisfactory, so they place their hopes on an idealized America portrayed in the media.
The actual America, you probably have an idea, but they don't.
So, not only do people watch my videos, but there are also many who do."
"America is great? Haha, are you telling me a joke, Chan?"
Sani's sarcasm was potent, simple but hitting the nail on the head.
A true-born American black, when mocking her own country, was so decisive and unhesitating.
From head to toe, through every pore of her body, Sani didn't see anything great about America.
"If America is great, then hell can also be considered great. That's my opinion. Your country is really strange to think there are so many fools."
Sani was a fair little angel, not only cursing her own crappy homeland but also cursing those who thought it was good.
Cheng Daqi had some thoughts on Sani's anti-American sentiment.
He continued editing the video as he replied.
"Actually, America isn't as bad as you think, Sani. This continent is called the Land of Opportunity, rich in resources and fertile land.
In the past hundred years, America has indeed developed very well, attracting immigrants from many small countries who truly believe this place is paradise."
"They're also idiots."
Sani scoffed without even looking up.
Shaking his head, Cheng Daqi didn't plan to continue explaining.
Humans are highly intelligent creatures with the ability to think, and they consist of a vast number of individuals.
Every country has its share of deranged dissenters; they may not all be bad, some just experience things differently from the average person.
Today's experiences were exciting, but there wasn't much to edit into the video.
For example, the top-tier French meal he had with Lisa was clearly not suitable.
His current image on the video platform was that of a homeless person, focusing on begging.
He couldn't suddenly switch to begging for haute cuisine like snails in garlic butter and foie gras.
That would shatter his persona.
In the world of internet celebrities, persona was paramount.
Cheng Daqi couldn't imitate some famous livestreamers who gained fame among grassroots folks and then despised them for being poor, only to blow up his own persona.
And the discussions with Eris were all about the future of America, which could directly affect the outcome of the great power competition, and were definitely not to be shared.
So, Cheng Daqi mainly posted content related to the Red Street.
The video started with a homeless person lying face down on the ground, with the caption, "This guy's been lying here like this since yesterday, and nobody dares to check if he's still breathing."
In the middle of the video was the classic scene from Red Street, where a homeless person rushed past the camera with a bundle of stuff, pushing a shopping cart full of stuff.
The end of the video was the legendary golden food truck and the conversation between Cheng Daqi and the female volunteer serving food from the truck.
Finally, there was a picture showing the food from the golden truck: a piece of bread, a bowl of meat soup, and two bottles of water.
Each piece of content was accompanied by explanatory text, and Cheng Daqi pondered the captions.
"Big sister asked me where I'm from, I said I'm Japanese, am I right?"
He added a few tags to the video for precise audience targeting.
Tag 1: #Kimono.
Tag 2: #Japanese cuisine.
Tag 3: #Honkai Impact 3.
Tag 4: #Arena of Valor.
All set!
The first two tags were bait, while the latter two expanded the video's reach.
He wanted to lure in viewers aggressively while also expanding the video's audience.
As long as it wasn't illegal or against public morals, there was no problem with aggressive marketing.
Cheng Daqi had full confidence in the fighting power of his American bulldog.