Chapter 12: The Eve of the Live Broadcast
After speaking, he gently turned to Feng Sa and said, “Sit down. Truth isn’t determined by our subjective judgment. Truth is truth, and falsehood is falsehood.”
Feng Sa almost retorted.
Not subjective judgment?
Then, why should everyone believe it’s fake just because you think it is?
Just as Feng Sa was about to question him out loud, a senior next to him held him down and covered his mouth.
The big shots all retracted their gazes. Just a newcomer, they couldn’t be bothered.
“Prepare the capture methods.”
“Investigation Department, be ready to investigate Shanshan’s identity at any time.”
“The death penalty must be executed in public.”
“…”
One order after another, as if they had already decided that Shanshan was a fake witch, was issued.
None of the higher-ups objected. Although they said, “Let’s observe tomorrow,” it was clearly just for show, pretending to value the witch. They all already considered Shanshan a dead person.
Feng Sa pulled down the senior’s hand, his tone somewhat cold, “Last time during the broadcast, they didn’t care. This time, just because she was reported, they held a meeting and sentenced Shanshan to death?”
The senior covered his mouth again, “Shh! Don’t speak carelessly!”
Students were too naive! On his first day at work, he dared to say such things!
…
Su Mu felt that the atmosphere at school today was a bit strange.
This feeling lasted until she saw a high-hanging red flag at the school, and she realized why.
Because on that bright red flag, there were five large words written in striking colors.
The front read “Witch Shanshan,” and the back read “Live Stream Tomorrow.”
Su Mu stood under the flag, looking at it in silence.
People walked past her, and various discussions reached her ears:
“Shanshan is going to be live tomorrow! So excited!”
“Me too! I couldn’t sleep last night! I dreamed of Lady Shanshan’s hand!”
“Ahhh! The mysterious witch! Even spiders have become cute!”
“So amazing, has everyone learned about Shanshan so quickly?”
“Idiot! You have to call her Lady Shanshan!”
“Lady? She’s just a fake!”
…
Su ‘Lady Shanshan’ Mu tilted her head up, staring at the red flag.
She really wanted to beat up whoever hung that flag — she didn’t want to be this high-profile.
Although learning how to make moon water made Su Mu feel a bit more at ease, the world was unpredictable, and who knew what might happen?
She only wanted to do two more live streams, then stop once the doubters dwindled, gradually fading from people’s sight.
But now — obviously, more and more people knew about her.
Su Mu tightened her mask and walked toward the classroom.
A few boys approached, arm in arm, discussing:
“Tomorrow, let’s send Shanshan 520 gifts. Remember the starting signal, don’t mess up the formation…”
“Got it, got it. Brother Hua just told me. I’ve informed the people in Class 3!”
“…” Su Mu.
That’s not necessary at all.
With a blank expression, she quickened her pace, feeling like she couldn’t stay at this school anymore.
Was she the only one in the whole world who wasn’t interested in Witch Shanshan?
Sitting in the classroom was equally unbearable, as her classmates were also talking about the live stream.
Some were excited, some mocked, and some even declared they were waiting for Shanshan to fail.
“You don’t seem very interested in Shanshan?” The boy next to her, looking curious, noticed her expression.
Su Mu knew his name, Yang Ye. He was the first to talk to her last time.
“No,” Su Mu said indifferently, “I’m very interested.”
“…” Yang Ye.
Could you look at your own expression before speaking?
“Wait a minute,” he whispered mysteriously, “I’ll show you something. Even if you’re not interested in Witch Shanshan now, you will be after seeing this.”
Saying this, he lowered his head and took a box out of his bag.
“For you.”
Su Mu didn’t understand why he was giving her something out of the blue. “What?”
Yang Ye’s eyes sparkled, “Open it and you’ll see.”
When Su Mu didn’t move, Yang Ye had to open it himself — a grotesque-looking spider appeared before Su Mu.
“…” Su Mu was speechless.
“How about it? This spider looks almost identical to the one in Witch Shanshan’s live broadcast. Are you interested now?”
“…” Su Mu still didn’t respond.
“Hmm?” Yang Ye sensed something was off.
“We’re not that familiar,” the girl with the cold eyes pushed the box back, her tone as frosty as a winter wind, “You keep it.”
Yang Ye stared at her for a couple of seconds, confirming she genuinely didn’t want it, and became even more puzzled, his eyebrows furrowing.
How could anyone refuse something this mysterious?
He genuinely wanted to build a good relationship with her!
Wasn’t the spider cute? Interesting?
A friend, who had been watching everything unfold, sighed and put an arm around Yang Ye’s shoulder, “Yang Ye, it’s a miracle you have me as a friend.”
With a brain this peculiar and so overly familiar, not many people could handle it, right?
“Huh?” Yang Ye was baffled.
Su Mu picked up her books and, under their watchful eyes, moved to a different seat.
…
Friday.
The streaming platform had already placed Su Mu’s live broadcast room at the top.
Even though she hadn’t started broadcasting yet, the number of people who had reserved her stream was ridiculously high, and she had taken several spots on the trending list that was usually dominated by entertainment news.
Xiao Ding was extremely worried and called Su Mu, his voice trembling, “Sister Shanshan, I think we’re doomed… I’ve booked a ticket to leave the country. Should we run away quickly?”
Su Mu heard the noisy crowd and… a mechanical female voice from the broadcast.
She glanced at the time, 4 p.m.
“Where are you now?”
Xiao Ding: “The airport.”
“…” Su Mu paused for a couple of seconds, then said, “It’s okay, you go ahead.”
“Sister Shanshan, aren’t you leaving?”
“Hmm.” Su Mu responded simply, not saying much more.
To her, Xiao Ding wasn’t completely trustworthy either.
“Sister Shanshan, I’ll miss you when you go over there.” The 1.8-meter tall man was almost crying.
Su Mu hung up the phone directly.
She gathered her disguise props, preparing to head to the stream location. If Xiao Ding didn’t participate in the future, she could still set up the equipment and live stream from her home.
But unexpectedly, just after she got off the subway, Xiao Ding’s call came again.
His hoarse voice was as loud as a ghost’s wail, “Sister Shanshan! The flight got canceled because of the weather!”
This shout of “Shanshan” drew the attention of the people around Su Mu.
Su Mu remained unfazed.
After all, there were many people named “Shanshan,” so people quickly looked away.
When Su Mu arrived at her rented apartment, Xiao Ding had already taken a taxi back from the airport.
She didn’t comfort him but instead started preparing the setup.
Tonight was an important battle.
