Chapter Forty-Two: Shocked—The Bachelor Godfather Is Actually a Pervert

"Uh, he's really strong."
Facing Brother Wang's question, Bai Qingming could only respond with this message.
Sometimes, it's better not to point out the obvious hardships.
In fact, the viewers had long since realized that Brother Wang was just putting on airs; it was an unspoken understanding not to call him out.
To be honest, they enjoyed watching Brother Wang flaunt himself.
The more they watched, the more addicted they became.
At that moment, Brother Wang was about to exchange a few pleasantries with Bai Qingming, perhaps slip in a few more boasts along the way.
Suddenly, someone in his streaming room began furiously tagging Bai Qingming.
"Are you the Bachelor Godfather? Finally found you! I am Tiger Bud's number one troll, I argue with heaven, earth, and air. I've heard the songs you performed, and pardon my bluntness, but they're utter trash—just meaningless pop tunes. Do you dare to go live with me and battle it out?"
This comment immediately flooded Brother Wang's streaming room.
"Hey, isn't that the Tiger Bud troll king, Liu Duidui?"
"Who's Liu Duidui? Never heard of him."
"You haven't heard of him? He's a notorious troll, loves to connect during streams and roast people. To put it nicely, he's a troll; to put it bluntly, he's a lunatic."
"Now that you mention it, I think I remember. He used to be a streamer on Fishplay. Rumor has it he only lost twice during his roast battles."
"I know—once he was schooled by Fishplay's top streamer, Wu Wukai, and the second time he challenged Teacher Piao, who tore him apart. After that, he switched over to Tiger Bud."
"Lu Benwei is awesome. I don't think anyone will object if I say this."
"Pour a cup of cappuccino for Auntie."
"Seventeen cards and you can finish me off—if you do, I'll eat this computer right now!"
"Paratrooper No.1, Lu Benwei, ready for action!"
"From now on, this place is called Lu Benwei Square!"
"Everyone, stand up!"
...
For some reason, the comments suddenly took on a different flavor; the viewers began to veer off-topic, discussing things that made no sense to outsiders.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the screen, Liu Duidui was stunned.
Recently, the Bachelor Godfather had become outrageously popular, and many were eager to ride Bai Qingming's wave.
To be honest, Liu was one of them.
But Bai Qingming's streaming schedule was completely irregular, with no set times.
Today, Liu finally managed to catch him—never mind whose stream it was—so he immediately seized the opportunity to tag Bai Qingming.
He thought he could stir up some buzz, attract attention, but he hadn't expected the viewers to egg him on, turning his efforts into a pointless exercise.
Unwilling to give up, Liu tried to send another challenge to Bai Qingming.
But he discovered he'd been muted.
Damn it!
...

On the other side, Bai Qingming wasn't concerned in the slightest about someone wanting to challenge him in a live PK.
What was his level now?
He was on the verge of hitting ten million followers, while the other guy barely had a million.
Trying to leech off his popularity—what a joke.
"Hey, you done eating, jerk?"
Daimei emerged from her room in a new outfit, clearly annoyed.
Just moments ago, Bai Qingming had teased her, dampening her mood entirely.
"I'm done."
Bai Qingming patted his backside, ready to leave.
Daimei was about to tidy up when her expression suddenly changed; she put down her utensils and rushed into the bathroom.
Bai Qingming watched, puzzled by this scene.
After a while, Daimei came out, her cheeks flushed, her demeanor completely changed.
"Can I ask you a favor?"
"What is it?"
Bai Qingming was surprised.
The old lady suddenly so gentle?
This was nothing like her usual self.
Seeing Bai Qingming's astonished gaze, Daimei's neck turned red.
"I just got my period, but I don't have any supplies. Could you go buy some for me?"
If it weren't just the two of them, Daimei would never have asked.
Upon hearing this, Bai Qingming immediately understood.
No wonder she was acting so differently.
Turns out her 'relative' had arrived.
But here was the dilemma—how was he supposed to, as a man, go buy those things?
"Why don't you just make do with an insole for now?"
After thinking it over, Bai Qingming suggested.
"You really are a jerk."
Daimei was speechless.
The worst part was she couldn't even get angry; if she did, she'd lose control.
"Fine, fine, I'll go, alright?"
Bai Qingming had to concede.
And so,
Fifteen minutes later,

Bai Qingming arrived at a nearby large supermarket and headed straight for the women's care section.
As a man, buying these for someone who's not even his girlfriend, he felt awkward and uncomfortable.
It seemed as though everyone around was watching him, pointing fingers.
But since he'd promised Daimei, he had no choice but to press on.
After searching around, he finally found what he needed.
But the choices were overwhelming—Space Seven, Sofy, and so on, with options for day and night use.
Unable to bring himself to ask a sales assistant, Bai Qingming furtively picked up each brand, inspecting them one by one.
At the same time,
A slender, attractive young woman was holding her phone, live streaming as she walked among the women's care products.
"Hey, guys, my period started today, so I need to buy some essentials. You won't mind that I can't dance for you, will you?"
Putting on a pitiful expression, she spoke into the camera.
Her name was Xiaoyue, a minor internet celebrity who usually streamed on Douyin.
"No problem, but I have a family remedy that'll solve your troubles—give it one night and your period won't bother you for ten months."
"Yeah, right, ancestral remedy, try another route, will you?"
"Bumpkin, haven't you read 'Sword Snow Stride'?"
"Nice one, above."
"What are you all talking about?"
...
The fans in Xiaoyue's stream grew more and more excited, their banter escalating.
Especially now, surrounded by women's care products, the viewers were inexplicably stirred.
It was like back in school, the girls' dormitory and the ladies' restroom always held a mysterious allure for teenage boys.
There was nothing particularly special, but it sparked endless imagination.
At that moment, Xiaoyue noticed a man not far away.
He was holding Space Seven in one hand and Sofy in the other, acting furtively and glancing around occasionally.
"Everyone, look, there's a pervert over here."
Xiaoyue immediately understood, turning her camera toward him.
In the next instant, her streaming room exploded.
"Wait, doesn't this guy look a lot like the super popular Bachelor Godfather?"
"Be more confident, drop the 'look like.' He IS the Bachelor Godfather."
"No way, no way—how could the spiritual leader be here, sneakily holding two packs of pads?"
"Whoa, breaking news—the spiritual leader has a peculiar fetish!"