Pet King

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Of course, Zhang Zian didn’t believe Sihwa’s incredible speech at all. He asked while wiping his hands, “Oh, really? How much tipping did you get then?”

“Tipping… Emm, around… Around 100 yuan. It’s not a lot, but it’s my first day of live broadcasting! The first day!” Sihwa emphasized without confidence.

After seeing her shifty eyes and uncertain words, Zhang Zian knew for sure that she was bragging.

In the past, when he had tried to do a live broadcast of scooping cat litter, there were no more than ten visitors in the whole day. All of them took a quick look and then left.

“Okay then, do another live broadcast.” Zhang Zian took out his own phone. “I’ll check out your live broadcast room as well.”

“Ah… Emm… Well… Hum…” Sihwa’s face suddenly turned pale. She stuttered, “Well… My phone battery is almost dead. Let’s broadcast tomorrow…”

After seeing her reaction, Zhang Zian grew more certain that she was just bragging. He continued to taunt her. “It’s fine. Just broadcast for a little while and let me see how many fans you have. If you are not lying, I’ll make sure to fully charge your phone.”

Sihwa bit her lip and stared at him with fury. This evil cheapskate. He must be embarrassing me on purpose!

“If you are lying, you’d better admit it now. I won’t punish you,” Zhang Zian said generously.

“I… I’m not lying!” Sihwa was driven mad by the look on his face. “Fine… Do you want to watch my live broadcast? Beware… my number of fans will scare you!”

“Hehe, take it easy. I can take being scared.” Zhang Zian smiled with confidence. “Tell me the number in your live broadcast room.”

Sihwa clenched her teeth, then braced herself and activated the live broadcast app. She entered her own live broadcast room. She closed her eyes tightly, then opened them up little by little. She could not bear to look at the number of her fans.

Not zero… not zero. As long as it’s not zero, it’s all good. Zero is too humiliating… she prayed in her heart.

“What? What?”

The number of fans was not zero; it was not a one-digit number, nor a two-digit number. It was… 237!

She rubbed her eyes and looked again. The number still didn’t change. As she activated the live broadcast, another group of fans poured in quickly.

“Wow, the hostess is awake!”

“The hostess is prettier awake then asleep!”

“Girl, what were you doing just now? I was watching it, then it suddenly stopped!”

Sihwa was thrilled. She told Zhang Zian, “Look! Look! I have 237 fans! Live fans! Look at it now!”

“Really?” After seeing her so excited, Zhang Zian grew doubtful, thinking that she could just be acting… But the acting was too genuine. Even Famous could not act better than that. He found Sihwa’s live broadcast room according to the number she provided.

[The Hottie Manager] entered the live broadcast room.

[Mr. Grape]: Welcome.

At the same time, the number of fans mounted to 238.

Someone asked, “To whom was the hostess talking to just now? A boyfriend?”

“My heart is broken! Please comfort me! Why do all pretty girls end up with ugly guys?” someone responded.

[se7en] sent a Chinese mitten crab and left a message: “Hostess, let us see what your boyfriend looks like.”

Sihwa was shocked. “Chinese… Chinese mitten crab! A Chinese mitten crab is worth 100 yuan!”

Her mouth was half open. She was almost drooling––not because she wanted to eat Chinese mitten crabs, but because the Chinese mitten crab gift was worth 100 yuan!

“So generous! Are you a Tuhao? Or tall, rich, and handsome? Why are you giving away a Chinese mitten crab just like that?” She no longer knew what to say.

In the past, when she had watched television dramas, the hero would give away a billion dollars without blinking an eye. She didn’t really know how much that was and had no idea about the conversion rate between South Korean won and Chinese yuan. She felt that the hero was handsome and rich. She had nothing to do with however many billions of dollars he gave.

Yet this 100 yuan was a real 100 yuan; the 100 yuan belonged to her!

[se7en] sent a Chinese mitten crab and left a message: “Haha! The hostesses expression looks so funny. Does 100 yuan make you a Tuhao?”

Another 100 yuan!

Sihwa almost fainted from happiness! Soon, she would be able to save some money. Not only could she pay off what she owed Zhang Zian, but she could even… At first, she wanted to buy a cruise and go to Korea. But then she realized she should start with a small goal: get another phone. The battery of one single phone could not last long…

Zhang Zian also watched in astonishment. His face was burning! Why were there so many people in her live broadcast room? And why was there was a tipping Tuhao? Were they all frauds?

He had heard that some popular hosts falsified the number of their fans. Maybe… Impossible. Sihwa was a newbie. Who would be willing to falsify numbers for her? She could not even pay for her own electricity and water bills. How could she possibly hire ghost posers for herself?

Besides, the bullet screen was quite active in the live broadcast room. It didn’t look like they were posted by robots––except for [Mr. Grape], who said “hello” to every single new visitor, just like a robot!

Bullet screen comments traveled across the screen. There were not that many, but Sihwa was not used to it. She could barely follow them with her eyes. Yet she focused primarily on the Tuhaos out of instinct.

She replied, “Well… Because this is the first time I have ever made money. I’m so happy that I’m almost in tears!”

She wiped her eyes for real; it could not be faked. As she spoke, a few other generous people also tipped gifts of various amounts.

“This may not be appropriate, but the hostess is so pretty even when she wipes her tears!” someone said.

“She’s pretty all over the 361 degrees! The extra 1 degree is my love!”

“Doesn’t the hostess want to answer? Is it your boyfriend that you are with?”

Sihwa paused, then clarified immediately, “No way! He’s just… Emm…”

She mumbled for a long time without knowing how to introduce Zhang Zian properly. In the end, she said, “He’s just a cohabitant under the same roof!”

The bullet screen exploded almost instantly!

“Cohabitant? Holy crap! Hostess, I want to cohabit with you!”

“Hostess, give us your address. I’m heading there to cohabit!”

Sihwa answered seriously, “No. He’s very cheap––always going behind my back and asking me to pay for the water and electricity bills. He only allows me to live in a bathroom. With one more person, I can’t afford the rent…”

“Weep! How come a pretty girl is willing to cohabit with such a guy?”

“Girl! He’s a douchebag! A man that is unwilling to pay for you surely isn’t into you! Leave him now!”

Sihwa nodded. “That’s why I want to make money. I’ll make money to go to Korea!”

Zhang Zian thought speechlessly. …You are nodding? How exactly am I a douchebag? If I didn’t pick you up back at the beach in Germany, you would still be lying there like a corpse!”

“Hostess, do you want to go to Korea for plastic surgery?”

“Is this another artificial pretty girl?”

“It’s too common. How many hostesses haven’t done plastic surgery on live broadcast platforms?”

Sihwa said unhappily, “Plastic surgery? I’ve never had that. My face is natural!”

“Hehe, what kind of hostess would admit to having plastic surgery?”

She pouted. “I don’t care if you believe me or not. I’ve never had plastic surgery!”

[se7en] tipped a Chinese mitten crab and left a message: “I believe the hostess has never had plastic surgery. Are you a foreigner? Or a mixed-blood? Your skin is so fair, and your facial features are so prominent. Doesn’t look artificial.”

Sihwa was on the moon. “I’ve never had plastic surgery! Foreigner? Maybe. I came from Germany.”

“You are his German sister. No wonder. But what about your dark green hair? Did you dye it?”

“That means that the hostess’s blue eyes are also natural? I thought she was wearing cosmetic contact lenses…”

Sihwa stroked her wet hair and said with pride, “It’s all natural. My hair is naturally green, and my eyes are naturally blue!”

The online fans didn’t believe her and started asking questions.

“I almost believed you, but does dark green hair exist?”

“I’ve never heard of it, either.”

“Human hair color includes blonde, black, red, brown, white, and gray. But there isn’t dark green!”

Sihwa didn’t agree. “I’m not a human. Why can’t my hair be dark green?”

The live broadcast room became quiet for a short while.

Zhang Zian thought, Crap. But it was not a good time to talk. He immediately winked and waved hands at her, asking her to not blurt everything out.

“Haha! Hostess, did you say that you are not a human?”

“If you are not human, are you a fairy?”

“I feel the hostess wants to say that she’s a goddess… This is adolescent delusional disorder!”

Sihwa lifted her chin with pride. “I’m not a human, or a fairy, or a goddess. I’m an adorable mermaid!”

Zhang Zian was astonished. He didn’t imagine that she would actually tell the truth. What would he do now?

That was not all she did. Before he had a chance to stop her, Sihwa used her waist strength and lifted her long, strong tail out of the bathtub. Water dripped down her wide tail fin.

She showed her fish tail clearly in front of the live broadcast room audience.

Crap!

Zhang Zian regretted it so much. He’d had a chance to stop her earlier, but since his phone was not waterproof, he had worried about his phone getting wet and had acted too late.

“Look! I’m an adorable mermaid!” Sihwa said, content.

The tail was too heavy once it was out of the water. It only stayed in the air for a little while, then sank back into the water.

Zhang Zian watched the live broadcast room nervously to see how the audience was going to respond.

“What? The hostess is a cosplayer! Which animation are you cosplaying? Why haven’t I seen it before?

“Is there a new Disney animated movie out?”

“Wow! That fish tail just now looked so real. I almost believed it!”

[se7en] tipped a bear claw and left a message: “Okay, okay! You are a mermaid!”

“Wow! A 1,000 yuan bear claw!” Sihwa was thrilled both on her face and in her heart. “Thank you, Tuhao! I am a mermaid!”

Zhang Zian was speechless again. …These audience members are in desperate need of some brains! All they have in their brains is sperm!

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