Chapter Seventy-Eight: If You Don't Know, Just Ask—What Is the Purpose of the Strap Tied Around a Girl's Thigh?

"Brother, are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"
Someone asked this in the barrage.
The other immediately replied, "How could it be false? The female lead's face is clearly visible throughout the video—I could see everything, even the mole at the corner of her eye is identical. There's no mistake!"
Now, the barrage exploded into a frenzy.
"Good brother, I'll give you five bucks—lend me the video, let's have a word."
"Stop wasting time, just send the link already! Oh, and by the way, I'm only asking for a friend."
"Exactly, it's not right to keep something this good all to yourself."
"I'll count to three—by then, I want to see the link."
For a moment, even the water armies the Grand Guild had arranged to guide the rhythm for Xian'er were overwhelmed; whatever they managed to post was instantly drowned out.
The Grand Guild group chat was flooded with messages.
"What's going on? Where are the water armies?"
"Get the water armies in, hurry up and steer the conversation, we need to turn this around!"
"Boss, tell me, how are we supposed to turn this around now?"
"It's hopeless, just give up and move on to the next one."
"Is Xuanxuan here? Everyone remember, our next person is Xuanxuan—don't start by showering her with gifts, that's too obvious."
At this moment, the streamer named Xian'er was at a loss for what to do.
Since she got on the mic, she hadn't said a word before everything spiraled out of control.
She was panicking, utterly distraught.
If this were happening in her own streaming room, she could have just muted these people. But now, in Douyu's official streaming room, no one could control the barrage—she could only watch helplessly as everyone demanded the link.
By now, Xian'er understood exactly what was going on.
In order to pass the selection and gain a chance at the guild's big spending opportunity, she had indeed gotten involved with some people in the guild.
When the videos were shot, they had all promised they would never be leaked—who could have guessed they'd go back on their word.
Wasn't this just setting her up?
She had thought she could use this opportunity to skyrocket to fame, but instead, not only did she fail to take off, her reputation was utterly destroyed.
Overwhelmed with shame and anger, Xian'er immediately left the mic and exited the official Song Club streaming room.
"Ahem,"
Feng Timo spoke up at just the right moment, stepping in as host, "Just a minor hiccup—let's continue with the Song Club. Please welcome our next streamer."
Soon, another female streamer appeared on the screen.
"Hello everyone, I'm Xuanxuan."
This streamer was just as attractive as the previous one—slender, her long hair falling to her waist, dressed in a black mini skirt with a black strap around her right thigh, but none on the left, making her appearance seem a bit off-kilter.
As soon as Xuanxuan appeared, the barrage burst out in teasing.
"Is our earlier brother still here? Quick, check if there's anything about her in the domestic section."
Soon, someone replied.

"I've looked through everything—there doesn't seem to be anything on her."
Still, the barrage refused to die down.
"Just because there’s nothing now doesn’t mean there isn’t—it could be no one recognized her yet."
"I have a question: what's the strap on her leg for?"
"Oh, that? It boosts attack speed."
"My girlfriend says it's to preserve the last shred of dignity."
"Hey, your username looks familiar—weren't you the one who said being single is bliss, the longer the better? Now you're here claiming you have a girlfriend?"
As the chat continued, the tone of the barrage suddenly shifted, picking up speed as more viewers with deep 'car knowledge' joined in, showing their expertise.
After introducing herself and seeing the barrage, Xuanxuan breathed a sigh of relief.
To be honest, she’d also filmed those things.
But it appeared her videos hadn’t been leaked—or maybe no one had recognized her yet.
Good, that’s good.
Relaxing a bit, she began to sing.
"This time, I still came too late, missed you~ and all the stories that followed…"
This streamer, Xuanxuan, was singing a currently popular song called "Too Late."
The song itself was beautiful, and many had heard it before.
But that didn’t mean her singing was beautiful too—in fact, her rendition had an oddly Tengger-like quality to it.
"My ears!"
"You may be good-looking, so I could tolerate mediocre singing, but this is just torture, isn’t it?"
"Is this how you plan to fool the judges?"
The viewers were utterly stunned.
No one expected that such a pretty girl could sing so horribly.
No!
This wasn’t just bad—throughout the whole song, she didn’t hit a single right note. She was completely tone-deaf!
What was even more surprising, at that moment—
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Just like for Xian'er before her, dozens of planes and super rockets appeared on the screen, pumping up the atmosphere.
On the scoreboard, Xuanxuan’s points shot from zero to over half a million in an instant.
The viewers were dumbfounded.
"What the hell, this actually works?"
"With this level, even I could do it!"
"Is it still possible to join the Song Club now? I think I could make the top ten too."
"Be more confident, brother above—you could be number one."

"A total fix, an absolute fix—if this level can make the top ten, I swear I'll never listen to music again in my life."
Enduring the torment, the viewers kept up their commentary.
Yet, no matter what was said in the barrage, it didn’t stop the Grand Guild’s people from sending gifts and manipulating the rhythm.
By the end of her song, Xuanxuan's points had skyrocketed to 800,000.
Eight hundred thousand—money that many people would have to work half their lives to earn—but for the wealthy magnates in the Grand Guild group, this was barely a drop in the bucket.
And just then, it was time for the jury to give their comments.
Even before Feng Timo could speak, Chen Luo seized the chance to go first.
"Not bad, not bad, you sang very well. I appreciate you—and it's clear the viewers in the room appreciate you too. You deserve the recognition."
Such was his evaluation.
The viewers were on the verge of vomiting.
"The judge must have taken a bribe—how can he say that with a straight face?"
"Who’d believe this nonsense if you said it out loud?"
"Go say that to the fool at the end of our village—he wouldn't buy it. He'd probably slap you for taking him for an idiot."
In this situation, even without being told, everyone could see what was going on.
Some observant viewers even noticed that the accounts giving gifts to both Xian'er and Xuanxuan were the same—proving everything.
But there was nothing regular viewers could do against the powers that be; they could only watch helplessly and vent their frustration in the chat.
"I actually thought this was fair and just, but turns out we're all just being played for fools. Money really does talk!"
"What's the point of watching this? Forget it, I'm going to bed."
"Don't leave yet—the spiritual leader hasn’t appeared!"
"Yeah, the Bachelor Godfather still hasn't come out. If he sings, all these guilds are trash!"
…
At the same time—
Knowing the Song Club required a joint mic session, Bai Qingming opened his stream.
As soon as his camera came on, lines of barrage filled the screen.
"Host, when are you going to go on stage?"
"Hurry up, please! I've spent all my snack money this month sending you gifts."
"Leader, if you don’t go on soon, everyone’s going to leave."
"This whole show depends on you—you’re the last ace of the Song Club!"
At this moment, tens of thousands called for him in unison!