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Venti's lips twitched again, forcing out an awkward smile. Soon, he successfully landed on the ground.
However, just as he picked up a gun, his screen gradually turned black. Simultaneously, he unlocked the "Instant Elimination upon Landing" achievement.
Following that, Venti experienced a myriad of deaths: falling, drowning, burning, crushing, and colliding...
Nearly every match ended with him eliminated immediately after landing, without killing a single opponent. He became known as the "Battleground Buddha," never taking any lives.
Once again, Venti found himself trapped in a restroom, clutching only a frying pan, trembling fearfully on the floor!
"Don't kill me, I'm a broadcaster!" Venti hastily opened his microphone, hoping to save his life by revealing his identity.
"Woof woof..." came a response from the other side, sounding like barking.
"What are you barking about?!" Suddenly, a loud shout startled Venti, followed swiftly by a fatal explosion from a grenade.
Venti stared at the dimming screen, feeling disheartened. Could it be that he, the top gaming streamer, was about to concede his crown so easily?
Resigned, Venti prepared to quit and return to playing his beloved Spirit Knight.
"Don't leave, broadcaster! Your streams make my meals more enjoyable!"
"Agreed, your gameplay is perfect for dinner time. Just now, I finished two bowls of rice watching those moves; saved me some money on side dishes too."
"Broadcaster, this game supports four-player squads. Let me carry you..."
Reading these comments, Venti felt deeply touched. Realizing how supportive his fans were, he couldn't simply give up.
Soon, a rocket icon appeared on the screen, indicating a generous tip from a fan.
"Thank you all for the gifts! I'll keep striving to improve. Now let's start a four-player squad!" Venti quickly expressed his gratitude and invited several fans to join his team.
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"I've told you countless times! Look at this video—the clothing is practically see-through. How did it pass moderation?" Lin Feng scolded a newly recruited Cyber Knight.
"But...I still can't really see anything!" The knight seemed unconvinced and asked Lin Feng to point out where it was inappropriate.
Lin Feng's anger boiled over; if this video hadn't gone viral, he might not have even noticed.
The comment section buzzed with activity, as lively as New Year celebrations.
"Hey new mod bro, we got your back! Keep letting these gems through!"
"Woah, intense video! Just when I thought..."!
"This outfit is amazing—just the right amount of tease. Where can I buy one?"
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"Forget it, you don't need to handle moderation anymore!" Unable to persuade Lin Feng otherwise, he reluctantly agreed.
"Huh?" Lin Feng's friend was taken aback. Without moderating, how would he continue enjoying such delightful content? He now regretted sacrificing his own pleasure for the sake of his buddies!
"I'm planning to open a smartphone store in Mondstadt, dedicated to selling phones and explaining their various uses..." Lin Feng smiled and patted him on the shoulder, continuing, "With your eloquence, I'm sure you'll excel at this task!"
And just like that, a new smartphone store emerged in Mondstadt. If you're wondering whether Jean approved, keep in mind that the Cyber Knights' expenses were covered by Lin Feng himself.
In other words, Lin Feng paid their salaries, making them effectively an independent department.
"Beep beep..." Suddenly, Lin Feng's phone rang.
Seeing the caller ID, his heart swelled with joy, and he eagerly answered with a grin.
"Hello, Eula, did you miss me?" Lin Feng asked, smiling slightly.
"Angel's Share, let's drink!" Eula's cold voice echoed through the phone. Before Lin Feng could respond, she hung up abruptly.
Taken aback, Lin Feng quickly instructed them to proceed with careful reviews and rushed towards the tavern, fearing any unforeseen incidents.
As Lin Feng entered the tavern, he spotted Eula sitting alone in a corner, her cheeks flushed with a hint of redness from alcohol.
"Why did you drink so much without even calling me?" Lin Feng took the glass from Eula's hand, concerned.
"Wine...wine, more wine!" Instead of answering, Eula waved her hand drunkenly.
"Hmm...I'm just feeling good today, s-so what if I have a little extra?" She glanced at Lin Feng, her words slightly slurred.
"Alright, have some more then!" With a resigned nod, Lin Feng drained the glass he had taken from Eula in one gulp.
The bartender promptly brought another round, which Eula immediately grabbed.
"L-Lin Feng, I must thank you. Cheers!" Eula spoke unsteadily, her breath heavy with the scent of alcohol.
"Sure, cheers!" Lin Feng nodded, clinking glasses with Eula.
"You...you saved Mondstadt already, so why do they still point fingers at me?" Eula looked at Lin Feng with a hint of confusion and helplessness.
"Just...just because my surname is Lawrence?" She downed another drink, pouring her heart out to Lin Feng.
"As long as I'm here, remember what I promised? If I fail..." Lin Feng reassured the intoxicated beauty before him.
"Heh heh...if you fail...then you'll owe me revenge!" Eula chuckled drunkenly and abruptly stood up.
"What's wrong?" Lin Feng also rose, placing his hands nearby to prevent her from stumbling.
Eula suddenly threw herself onto Lin Feng, lifting her hazy gaze towards him. "Since there can be vengeance," she slurred, "there should also be gratitude!"
With that, Eula closed her eyes and pressed her lips against Lin Feng's mouth.
Lin Feng felt a soft, cool sensation tinged with the taste of alcohol on his lips. His heartbeat accelerated, and his eyes widened. Holding such tender warmth in his arms, who could remain unaffected?
After a moment, Eula abruptly pushed Lin Feng away, licked her lips, and declared with a hint of pride, "Hmph, I'll remember this debt!"
Lin Feng was taken aback - You kissed me forcefully, yet you're holding it against me! Feeling the absence of that sweet sensation on his lips, he couldn't help but feel slightly disheartened.
"This is just a part of it. If you continue to perform well...there might be...more rewards!" With those words, Eula leaned heavily onto Lin Feng and fell asleep.
Drunk Eula was vastly different from her usual icy demeanor; she resembled any ordinary young girl, experiencing sadness, worries, and even hints of youthful infatuation.
Resigned, Lin Feng picked up Eula, supporting her tightly-clad hips with both hands, and began walking towards the tavern's exit.
"Don't...don't leave me, Lin Feng!" In her drunken slumber, Eula murmured as if fearing he would abandon her.
"Relax, I will never leave you. I belong only to you!" Lin Feng reassured her gently, a warm smile spreading across his face.
Seeming to hear Lin Feng's response, Eula tightened her arms around his neck and drifted deeper into sleep, her steady breathing now audible.