No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 63: Using a Cheat
After she finished speaking, she cast a coquettish glance towards the live streaming room.
The bustling live streaming room immediately quieted down, and it took quite a while before someone cautiously sent a barrage.
Bee-sting Honey: ...Well, Hannah is quite pretty.
Glass Shard: Hannah, don’t be like this, tell your granddads if something happened, we’ll quickly gift you!
Having said that, he sent a Stellar Yacht.
Hannah: "..."
The Commander’s Wife: I heard that the princess of the Loya Empire is the number one beauty in the universe, but I’ve never seen her. I just think that Hannah is the prettiest, hehe~
Potato Sweet Potato: Yes, I support the previous one. Even though we’ve never seen Hannah’s true face, the aura of beauty isn’t something that can be faked. Plus, the original owner of this body was quite pretty as well, no less than the so-called number one beauty!
Subsequently, everyone began to offer praises, thus making up for the blows Hannah took at Arnold Simmons’ place earlier.
It at least demonstrated that the majority of the universe still had normal people, it must be that Blue Star’s men just don’t appreciate beauty.
Hannah made up her mind, full of pride, "I’ve decided, I will become the ceiling of visual quality in the entertainment talent show, conquering men and women of all ages!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the live streaming room erupted in a thunderous applause.
Golden Lotus watched dumbly from the side, its pair of dog eyes were dumbfounded.
It began to doubt, was the purpose of this angtsy live streaming room completely derailed?
Weren’t you here to watch the anchor get abused, not to assess the anchor’s looks?!
Soon after, it was evident that once a derailment begins, it cannot be controlled.
According to the streaming platform of the universe, a new angsty plot would be updated every day and could only be viewed by users of the live streaming room.
The anchor couldn’t see it.
This was to prevent the anchor from slacking off and to ensure the unpredictability of the plot, leaving it to the anchors to handle it themselves.
Even if today’s plot was about the scumbag male lead rendering Hannah unconscious and then taking her to the operating table to harvest her kidney for his white moonlight, the users wouldn’t remind her.
Because they enjoyed watching such plots.
However, this set of rules didn’t interestingly apply to Hannah’s live streaming room.
Unlike other anchors who only focused on accomplishing their angst tasks, Hannah enjoyed interacting with her audience lords. She firmly believed that there would be a bug to break in the angst live streaming room.
Glass Shard:Hannah, Hannah, today’s plot is out, it’s about the scumbag George River, do you want to hear it?
Bee-sting Honey: Hehe, Hannah, if you act coquettish we can share it with you.
Upon seeing such a barrage, Hannah smiled, the smile on her face as splendid as a summer flower. Her cat-like eyes twinkled, and before she even said anything, someone posted the plot.
It was a segment about George River, the text version was described like this.
George River seemed out of sorts as he returned home from the bar, the delicate and fair side profile of that person along with the pleasant laughter, reminiscent of a lark in the mountains, kept surfacing in his mind.
Although the voice was unclear, it gave him an inexplicably discomforting and familiar feeling.
All of this even made him forget about the argument he had with Tiffany Lynch.
Not until he pushed open the door did he realise, the room was filled with darkness and silence, the pouring oppressive atmosphere nearly overwhelmed him.
He subconsciously clutched his aching heart, staring at the empty room, the picture that appeared in his mind was of the girl who always greeted him with a smile, humble yet keen to please.
