Why My Sponsor Going Crazy Sending Me Money? - Chapter 5
“Why insist on live streaming?” Ah Long glared at the communicator. Most viewers already spoke Chinese, and the Three Character Classic trick worked too well, Aba Aba clearly didn’t care about actual teaching.
When the concierge called to report “No Three Character Classic available,” she nearly cheered.
“For proper teaching,” Ah Long announced solemnly, “I need educational materials first.” She almost laughed at how easily the AI crumbled.
….
Blue Star Livestream
The moment she went live, 300,000 viewers flooded in—triple her usual numbers.
[We’re here for Blue Star!!!]
[Show us the ocean again Ice Queen!]
[Your voice is so calming!]
Ah Long ignored the flirtatious comments, flashing a shark-like grin. “Let’s visit the galaxy’s biggest bookstore!” She brandished the hotel’s antique paper map—a flex that made chat seethe:
[Who still uses PRINTED guides??]
[Flexing Milky Way privileges smh]
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The Encounter
At the hotel entrance, security blocked the path for some VIPs. Ah Long discreetly angled the camera away.
“Respecting privacy is basic decency,” she lied smoothly. Two hundred meters away, Jing Mingchu’s own live stream captured her voice through his device.
“Must be someone important, we’ll wait.”
His fingers froze mid-sapphire donation. That aloof tone, like she’s humoring the universe itself, sent unfamiliar warmth through his chest.
….
Galaxy Books & Beyond
The bookstore towered like a steel sequoia. Ah Long balked at the price:
Three Character Classic (Deluxe Edition): 2,500 credits
“Daylight robbery!” She deadpanned while internally calculating: “Three nights’ hotel stay for this?”
GoldPatron’s ten sapphires rained down instantly.
“Thanks,” Ah Long recited mechanically, face blank. Jing burst out laughing, her insincerity was art.
His assistant nearly short-circuited. “Boss… laughed?” This either meant:
- Imminent suicide attempt, or
- Something far worse—he might stop trying to die.
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The Loophole
Back at the hotel, Ah Long unveiled her masterpiece:
Hand-painted T-shirt:
昔孟母，择邻处
xī mèng mǔ, zé lín chù
(In ancient times, Mencius’ mother chose their neighborhood with care)
“There. ‘Personally delivered’ Chinese lessons.” She modeled it for the camera, smirking as Aba Aba shorted out trying to object.
Livestream chat erupted:
[Is this performance art?]
[My tuition cost 50k credits and she’s out here teaching with SHIRTS]
Ah Long shut off the stream and ordered Lobster Thermidor, licking sauce from her fingers as she planned tomorrow’s loophole:
“If I paint the whole damn book on hotel towels…”