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Chapter 231 Fame? Change? Still not here? Sang Biao?

Nan Yannian just finished posting.

Feeling that the sentence was too official and distant, he hesitated for a moment and then typed a few more words.

[YY: Not many, just keep them.]

Nan Shu: ...

Live broadcast room audience: ...

Look! Look! There's not much of a high-end Versailles!

【Is this really necessary, so late at night? I'm really angry!】

I've realized that everyone online is rich, and I'm the only poor guy here.

【plus one】

【+2】

【+ID number】

Okay, that's enough, stop fighting!

YY: ...

Nan Yannian stared at the comments and fell silent. He seemed to be a little out of touch with the thought process of this generation of netizens.

【不穿裤子好凉爽打赏主播浪漫满屋*1、2、3……99】（13149斗币）

[S tipped the streamer Cloud Realm...]

[A master of empty promises tipped a streamer...]

[Speaking about tipping the streamer...]

Before the audience could make any more jokes, a series of special effects rose up again.

Damn it, I really want to fight these rich people!

Without even blinking, another few hundred thousand.

[Look at it from another angle: these rich guys paid to treat us to fireworks, how awesome is that!]

[New viewers here, not sure if all the big spenders in this livestream are really that rich?]

It's okay, you'll get used to it after a few times. It's normal, although I don't know when the next live stream will be...

[By the way, it seems like Brother Fish isn't here again today?]

Nan Shu thanked everyone from the past, and when she saw this comment, she was stunned for a moment.

But considering Wei Yue's profession, it seems understandable.

Previously, Wei Yue had been saying that it was probably because he had fewer engagements during that period.

Just then, a video call request popped up.

It's Lancer.

Nan Shu clicked "agree" without hesitation.

The screen is divided into three parts.

"Hello, little Nan!"

Besides Lancer, there was another unfamiliar face with silver-gray hair, wearing a purple see-through shirt, a silver necklace around his neck, and a lip piercing. He looked like someone who had stepped out of a comic book.

The ID name is Mingyang, and the number of followers is just over one million.

Nan Shu seemed to have glimpsed this person in Peng Yuan's following list.

"Hello."

Nan Shu greeted them politely.

Compared to Mingyang's flamboyant style, Lancer's outfit could almost be described as that of a respectable married man.

He was wearing a hoodie and a baseball cap, and the background behind him seemed to have changed; it wasn't the same one as before, but a large mirror.

"Xiao Nan, this is my buddy, Ming Yang. You can just call him by his name."

Lancer introduced himself casually, eager to share his recent changes with Nan Shu, "Nan, guess where I am right now?"

Before Nan Shu could answer, he revealed the answer.

"Ta-da! Dance studio!"

Lancer turned the camera around.

The mirror reflected Lancer's full outfit: a hoodie, cargo pants, and white sneakers, looking very casual.

Ming Yang exclaimed dramatically, "You little rascal, you've really reformed?"

"Of course, this is a dance studio that I co-founded with a dance teacher."

Lancer turned the camera back to the scene, "It's still under renovation, but it won't be long before it opens..."

Since returning from an event in Beijing, Lanser has only done a handful of live streams.

Mingyang only caught him today, and he didn't expect Lanser to be so quiet all the time, but then he made such a big move during the live broadcast. Lanser talked on and on about the renovation, opening, and future plans.

After Jinbao's death, Lanser intended to change his career path. However, before he could implement it, he witnessed Wu Xiang's tragic death, which greatly shocked him and made him realize that making a living in the internet industry was not a long-term solution.

After much painful reflection, and following the general direction given by Nan Yannian, I opened this dance studio. Of course, I will still do some cleaning, but I will gradually shift towards dance, and even live stream my dance practice, learning new dances with my fans.

This has resulted in a significant increase in new live stream content and enhanced interaction. Similarly, the online traffic can also benefit the dance studio.

"Great! Such rapid progress in just over half a month, Brother Lan is truly amazing!"

Nan Shu was generous with her praise.

Lancer chuckled, raised his hand and scratched the back of his head. After doing all this, he didn't know why, but the first thing he wanted to share with Nan Shu was not his father and his friends.

It's like... Xiao Nan found out, and through some kind of link, Jin Bao also found out.

Lancer really wanted Jinbao to know that he was doing well now and would only get better in the future.

Mingyang looked at it and clicked his tongue twice.

"Brother Lan, I'm so envious. I want to join your side."

Although Mingyang was joking, there was definitely some envy in him.

Despite gaining a lot of followers recently, he doesn't feel very at ease deep down. He always feels uneasy because the reason he gained followers is because Wu Xiang had an accident. He was lucky and is considered a male bodhisattva of the same type as Wu Xiang.

This attracted a large number of fans, but whether they can retain them, and how much they can receive in donations, is completely uncertain.

Mingyang was thinking about it.

Then he heard his own unfilial son knocking on the door.

'Ooh-woo! Ooh-woo!'

If you didn't know better, you'd think it was a wolf howling.

Mingyang ignored it; he deliberately left a small door open for it.

It used to bark twice, and when no one paid attention, it would come in through the side door by itself.

But now, it keeps barking incessantly.

In Mingyang's live stream, people are already asking about it.

"Mingyang, why don't you go take a look? Your cat seems to have caught something and wants you to come and see."

Nan Shu spoke up.

Mingyang was taken aback. He was about to ask Nan Shu how she knew when he glanced at the announcement in Nan Shu's live stream and was a little surprised.

He never expected that Nan Shu could actually understand animal speech.

"Okay, I'll go check. I'm so sorry, my Sang Biao is quite independent and hasn't been this clingy before..."

Mingyang stood up, holding up his phone stand.

The camera followed his steps and swayed.

Nan Shu then realized that Ming Yang seemed to live in a self-built house. Compared to the exquisitely decorated room just now, the living room outside was practically unfinished.

open the door.

Mingyang spotted the black figure huddled in the corner.

"Sang Biao, what are you doing?"

Mingyang turned on the light at the door. If he wasn't mistaken, Sangbiao seemed to be holding something, which looked quite large, in his mouth.

The lights come on.

Mingyang and the viewers in the live stream all saw it clearly.

I saw.

A tabby cat with dark stripes, looking like a large blob, was lying on the ground, making whimpering noises.

In its mouth, it held a clump of gray, furry stuff.

[What's this? It looks like a bird?]

Are birds really that big? They look more like wild rabbits to me.

[Sang Biao is amazing, he can even hunt wild rabbits now, unlike my unfilial son, who does nothing but eat, sleep, and beat his father.]

[Mingyang is freeloading again. I'm so envious. I want to raise a Sangbiao too.]

Mingyang's gimmick is that he is a refined male bodhisattva and his sad cat king. Of course, some of his viewers jokingly say that Mingyang's live broadcast at home is the temptation to go back to the village.

Mingyang glanced at the comments and looked at them, feeling increasingly uneasy.

Step forward and extend your hand.

"Sang Biao, what did you bring back this time?"

Grab that furry thing and twist it around.

"I rely on!"

(End of this chapter)