Chapter 20: Has the Scoundrel Finally Come to His Senses?

Starting With a Song That Makes All the Singles Cry Master of the Food Sect 2751 words 2026-02-09 14:51:31

"Another day!" As Bai Qingming’s voice fell, the surrounding girls not only refused to make way, but became even more frenzied.

"Hey handsome, here’s my WeChat. I’m free this Sunday!"

"Hey cutie, add me, add me! If you come home with me, I’ll make you noodles. My noodles are the best!"

"Don’t listen to them! Come with me—my cat can do backflips. I’ll show you a cat performance at my place!"

In an instant, countless young women surged forward.

Right then, Bai Qingming also got out of the car, suddenly recalling—

Damn it, he didn’t even know how to drive!

The system only rewarded him with a sports car, not a "master-level driving skill" or anything of the sort.

This was awkward.

He looked around at the girls, practically falling over themselves to get close to him. For a split second, he felt like an ancient emperor selecting concubines.

He turned toward the prettiest, most dazed-looking girl in the crowd.

"Can you drive?" Bai Qingming asked.

The dazed girl froze.

Drive? Which kind of "drive" did he mean?

She was still young and didn’t quite understand. Was it the kind of "driving" she was thinking of? Pushing—no, driving?

"Ugh!" Her cheeks flushed as she spat back, "How shameless can you be, asking a girl that kind of question in public?"

Bai Qingming was baffled.

What the heck? How was he being shameless?

What’s wrong with girls? Can’t girls drive?

"Why are you slandering me out of nowhere? I haven’t learned to drive, I was just asking if you could help me drive home. Is that an insult?" Bai Qingming couldn’t help retorting.

His explanation only deepened the girl’s blush.

"Drive you home? You want me to go home with you? Do I look like the kind of woman who’d just go home with a man after a few words?"

Her mind spun with wild imaginings, unable to extricate herself.

Meanwhile, the streaming chat exploded.

"Wait, weren’t you going to settle the score? Go slap him already!"

"Settle what? Didn’t you see the old woman’s heart is already fluttering? I bet she’s already thinking about what to name their future kids."

"I see the truth! I’ve reached enlightenment!"

"What truth? Spit it out already, or may your son be born without a—"

"Listen up, I’m a psychologist. From my observation, the old woman must be interested in the Bachelor God. She’s pretending to resist, but actually it’s a classic ‘play hard to get’!"

"Aha! So that’s it!"

"Go for it, old woman, you have our moral support!"

The viewers speculated with great seriousness.

Bai Qingming was growing impatient.

If she weren’t prettier than the rest, did she really think she was irreplaceable?

"So, can you drive or not? If not, I’ll find someone else."

"I can!" she blurted out.

Though she claimed to be a casual woman, her actions spoke otherwise.

And so, the dazed girl climbed into the car.

With a stomp on the gas—

"Ah!"

The sudden surge pressed her back against the seat, a moan slipping out.

"Better not look at the screen, folks—just imagine what’s going on!"

"Mom, let me explain—it’s not what it looks like!"

"Excuse me, I’m blind, can someone describe what’s happening on this stream?"

The chat erupted with innuendo.

At this moment, Bai Qingming finally noticed the phone the girl was using to livestream.

"You have quite a following," he remarked, seeing the barrage of comments.

When the viewers realized Bai Qingming was reading along, the chat instantly filled with respectful greetings.

"Everyone, stand up!"

"Hello, Bai!"

"The Bachelor God is forever our king!"

Seeing this and glancing at the follower count in the top left corner, Bai Qingming was dumbstruck.

Ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million, ten million!

Holy crap! This woman had over ten million followers!

"You’re not here to leech off my popularity?" Bai Qingming blurted out.

The dazed girl was speechless.

Driving, she didn’t know how to respond. At this point, she felt a reckless urge to crash and burn with Bai Qingming.

Meanwhile, he also glimpsed the name of her channel and fell utterly silent.

To the dazed girl, his reaction was deeply satisfying.

Just then, Bai Qingming seemed to think of something, his expression suddenly excited and inexplicable, staring at the girl so intently that she felt a chill.

"Are you free tonight?" Bai Qingming asked.

The dazed girl was taken aback.

Was this annoying man finally making a move? Planning to ask her out?

That’s more like it.

She had the looks, the figure—what man wouldn’t be moved? If he’s interested, just say so. You’re so handsome, how could she possibly refuse?

Still, considering he knew she was livestreaming, with so many people watching, couldn’t he be a bit more discreet and wait until the stream was off?

Annoying.

But she liked it.

The live chat was instantly flooded:

"@Demon Lord Zhixun"

"Your girl’s about to be stolen!"

The Demon Lord Zhixun—known as the ‘Huo Jianhua of Esports’—was widely shipped as a couple with the dazed girl by their fans.

At that very moment, he was in the middle of a tense ranked match, playing his signature mid-lane Nightmare.

"Everyone, I’m about to show you my killer move and take out the enemy mid!"

"Three, two, one—lights out!"

"Here comes the monk’s charge!"

"Hong Kong finger pressure!"

"Essential oil shield!"

"Hefei massage!"

"Service, service, service!"

"Three hundred bucks, service fee in hand!"

The audience roared with laughter.

Just then, some of the dazed girl’s fans jumped into his chat, tagging him about a rival.

Seeing the messages, Zhixun was a bit thrown.

"Don’t get the wrong idea, there’s nothing between me and her. We’re just friends," he explained seriously.

But curiosity got the better of him, and he clicked into the dazed girl’s livestream.

...

"I’m free tonight," the girl replied, blinking prettily.

"Great!" Bai Qingming was already plotting some content for the evening stream. "Then can I..."

"Of course, no problem," the girl interrupted, agreeing eagerly before he could finish.

Even a guy like him had fallen for her charm—it was as if she’d "converted" a gay man. For a woman, that was a supreme sense of accomplishment.

"Alright, it’s settled then," Bai Qingming said quickly, worried she’d change her mind. "Tonight at 7:30, League of Legends solo match. If you lose, you have to call me Daddy!"

"????" The dazed girl was speechless.

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