The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 463 The First Live Broadcast

Under the scorching winter sun, "Guo Fulai"

Okay, it's Zhao Xiaochui himself, with that honest, chubby face, panting heavily in front of the camera on the phone stand.

"Guys... that's... that's... the ancient county with a thousand-year history, Yuanshi County!"

He hadn't done any research beforehand and could only dryly repeat empty phrases like "long history" and "profound cultural heritage."

There were only a few viewers who accidentally clicked in during the live stream, and the comments were also sparse.

"Host, what's so fun about it?"

"You look so tired, why don't you take a break?"

Zhao Xiaochui never really had the patience to do live streaming, looking at his pitiful popularity and his own clumsy performance...

"Alright, alright, I'm not feeling well today, I'm logging off!"

He muttered something impatiently, not bothering to read the viewers' reactions, and simply cut off the live stream, the screen going black instantly.

At this moment, he stopped panting and sweating. He pushed his heavy mountain bike with one hand and easily moved to a dilapidated bus stop shed by the roadside. He plopped down on the cold cement bench, took off his helmet, and let out a long sigh of relief.

After sitting at the bus stop for a while, a group of deliverymen in yellow vests rode up one after another on their electric scooters, each carrying a huge takeout order. They would put the order in front of him after confirming his identity and then hurry away.

Soon, a small mountain of takeout orders, all sorts of them and smelling delicious, piled up at Zhao Xiaochui's feet.

After delivering the last meal, the deliveryman didn't leave immediately. He glanced at the short video on his phone, then suspiciously looked at Zhao Xiaochui's round belly and the mountain bike next to him, and couldn't help but ask:
"Brother Guo Fulai... are you... doing a live-streamed cycling workout to lose weight?"

Zhao Xiaochui was stunned for a moment, then could only nod reluctantly: "Ah...yes, that's right."

"So... you're planning to eat your fill first so you'll have the energy to lose weight?"

"..."

Zhao Xiaochui's face darkened at the question, his lips twitched, and he couldn't utter a single rebuttal. In the end, he could only take a photo with the guy who was laughing so hard he couldn't stand up straight, with a grim face, before sending him away.

Looking at the mountain of takeout food piled up in front of him, he sighed, resignedly tore open the packaging, and stuffed large mouthfuls into his mouth.

He wasn't being greedy; he simply had no other choice but to suffer in silence!

The upgraded reddish-orange heat only made his face look fatter, but there wasn't that much fat left to gain on his body!

The amount of blood stasis in CFS patients was exaggerated. Zhao Xiaochui only 'patted' the people on the same floor as Guo Fulai, and their heat flow and bodies recovered.

Now he knows that the accumulation of heat in ordinary people can increase the amount of heat flow, while for people like top-level teachers, it can improve the quality.

To maintain his image as the fat man "Guo Fulai," he had to stuff his clothes with thick cotton batting in the dead of winter. At this moment, he was wrapped up like a rice dumpling, sweating profusely, and still desperately shoveling high-calorie food into his mouth.

After finishing his meal, Zhao Xiaochui wiped his mouth and gazed intently toward Shijiazhuang.

The heat flow was also quite individualistic and held a grudge. It sensed the middle-aged man's aura with exceptional clarity, and the man was currently hiding in that direction.

Even if he knew the exact location, Zhao Xiaochui would never take the initiative to go there now.

The reason is simple: only a day has passed, yet that person isn't in a hurry to run away. Instead, he's wandering around the capital. Even a fool could see that this was intentional.

Zhao Xiaochui sneered inwardly, secretly sensing the flow of heat within his body, and touching his slightly plumper body.

Then, he glanced around furtively, and seeing that no one was watching, he quickly reached into his bulky coat, rummaged around for a while, and pulled out several large wads of damp cotton used as a disguise. He squeezed them with disgust and casually tossed them into the trash.

Zhao Xiaochui took out his phone and quickly searched for historical sites in Yuanshi County. The information flooded his mind like a tide, and with his current memory, he could remember it perfectly after reading it only once.

"Anyway, I haven't been anywhere except Sichuan, Chongqing and Beijing."

"Why not take this opportunity to have a proper trip!"

This thought greatly improved Zhao Xiaochui's gloomy mood.

He repositioned his phone and started the live stream.

In front of the camera, he eloquently introduced the historical sites of Yuanshi County, reciting them word for word from their historical origins to their architectural features, displaying the demeanor of a seasoned tour guide.

The dozen or so viewers in the live stream were listening intently when suddenly a comment with a picture popped up—it was the delivery guy from earlier!
He posted a photo of the two of them together, along with a candid shot of Zhao Xiaochui enjoying a mountain of takeout food, captioned: "The anchor is good at telling history, but his appetite is even bigger!"

A string of ellipses flashed across the live stream screen:

"..."

"..."

"..."

"What happened to the promise of losing weight through cycling?"

Immediately afterwards, some quick-fingered netizens compiled the live stream footage and the mountain of takeout food into memes and posted them online.

As expected, Zhao Xiaochui—no, at this moment he is already known as "Guo Fulai" in the eyes of netizens...

I'm angry!

Zhao Xiaochui: "..."

Shen Yan: "..."

Zhou Yaqin: "..."

In Beijing, Zhou Yaqin stared at her phone screen, watching the number of viewers in the live stream soar to several hundred. She couldn't help but slap her thigh and burst into laughter!

Looking at the flustered "Guo Fulai" in the camera, Zhou Yaqin felt that most of the frustration in her heart had dissipated!

This kid has been under too much pressure lately, so it's good that he can have some fun like this!
Otherwise, what's the point of making so much money? If you're either working or being mistreated every day, what's the point of living like that?

Besides, who would have thought that this suddenly popular, chubby guy was actually Zhao Xiaochui, who had disappeared again?

Just then, my phone chimed with a new message.

Looking down, I saw it was a message from Yu Xiaoning:
"Mr. Zhou, the screening algorithm has been designed. I suggest that the data interface be connected to Deep Search's big data server immediately for real-time analysis, which will be very fast."

Zhou Yaqin's eyes narrowed, and she immediately opened her laptop and logged into the super administrator backend of the Easy Slow Travel mini-program.

She typed on the keyboard, found the hidden data channel option among a bunch of complicated permission menus, and deftly enabled full access.

Then, she tapped her earpiece: "Manager Shen~"

(End of this chapter)