After the Black Moonlight’s "Death Escape" Failed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 69

Chapter 69: Publicly Streamed

◎Rumor has it they even have children◎

Before giving a response, Jiao Qingyin reached back and pulled the tent shut, isolating the camera lens outside. Consequently, the viewers in the live room, who had just gotten excited, were doused with a massive bucket of cold water.

“Your clothes are perfectly neat! Why did you close the tent door!”

“Let me see! Let me see!”

“Sisters, take me with you, I don’t mind being a third wheel—”

Ever since the two entered the tent, the chat had been in an uproar. Various speculations were getting increasingly outrageous, just as Jiao Qingyin had expected. Now that she had opened the door briefly only to shut it again, the rumors instantly evolved into a brand-new version.

Among a pile of chaotic comments, one was particularly eye-catching: “Report! Someone on the Star Net posted a graph of their heart rate changes! Any professionals here to analyze this?”

Many viewers grew curious, and since staying in the live room meant staring at a closed tent door, they swarmed over to the Star Net.

It was shocking enough at first glance, but upon closer inspection, they were terrified by Wen Fengyue’s skyrocketing heart rate—within fifteen seconds, it surged from 80 to nearly 200 and stayed there for ten minutes without dropping.

“…Any medical students here? Is this heart rate normal?”

“Not normal. Generally, during intense exercise, a human heart rate reaches 180-190 at most. Exceeding that range and sustaining it for this long… to put it bluntly, one could die at any moment.”

“???”

“Huh? That dangerous?! What are they doing in that tent??”

Compared to Wen Fengyue, Jiao Qingyin’s heart rate was much more normal. Furthermore, after reading the analysis from the blogger who posted the heart rate charts, people realized that her resting heart rate was actually slower than that of other contestants.

Athletes with excellent physiques often have slower heart rates than average people. Jiao Qingyin… though not an athlete, certainly had a very good physique.

Even though after the K04 incident Jiao Qingyin and Wen Fengyue both appeared “soft” due to their alleged memory loss, viewers who had been watching the stream would not forget their true strength.

—A normal person’s heart rate indeed cannot stay above 200 for long, but can someone who breaks giant trees with their bare hands be called a “normal person”?

Therefore, those currently worried and anxious were mostly new fans who had joined the stream late. The old fans were focused on “eating melons” (gossiping), guessing exactly what kind of stimulation Wen Fengyue had received.

Inside the tent, the highly stimulated Wen Fengyue was staring at Jiao Qingyin, waiting for an answer without even blinking.

Jiao Qingyin lowered her head slightly, using her hair to hide her reddened ears. After quite a long time, she squeezed out a few words: “Why so sudden…”

…Why speak so bluntly all of a sudden? She wasn’t psychologically prepared at all.

Jiao Qingyin had originally expected Wen Fengyue to use various subtle hints and small tactics over the coming period to gradually close the distance between them, only choosing to confess when the time was ripe.

She didn’t expect the other to be unable to wait even a single minute; the “straight ball” confession caught her completely off guard.

“Is it sudden?” Seeing that Jiao Qingyin didn’t immediately reject her, the tension in Wen Fengyue’s fingertips—which were digging into her palms—slowly relaxed, though her gaze grew somewhat somber. “…But I feel it’s already a bit late.”

If she could have said it sooner, or… if she had met Jiao Qingyin even earlier than “that person,” would she have had the chance to be Jiao Qingyin’s one and only?

Wen Fengyue didn’t voice her thoughts completely, but Jiao Qingyin could already smell a hint of jealousy in the air.

She softened her gaze and shook her head under Wen Fengyue’s watch. “It’s not late.”

Stars instantly appeared in Wen Fengyue’s eyes.

Seeing Wen Fengyue like this, Jiao Qingyin couldn’t resist teasing her further. “But…”

Wen Fengyue’s breathing stopped abruptly. She tightly grabbed Jiao Qingyin’s hand—as if afraid the other would run away after finishing the sentence.

Then, using an extremely cautious tone, she asked: “But… what?”

“Do you want to be my girlfriend, or…”

“I want to marry you—and be together for a lifetime!”

Before Jiao Qingyin could finish, Wen Fengyue cut in anxiously. She was terrified of hearing words like “bed partner” from the other’s mouth.

Jiao Qingyin’s chest felt warm. Embarrassed to show how moved she was, she deliberately kept her voice light and casual. “Alright, but is a lifetime enough?”

“Not enough!” Wen Fengyue denied it without a second thought. Then, she realized what Jiao Qingyin had just said. “Jiao Jiao, you—you agreed?”

Jiao Qingyin looked at her with a smile.

Wen Fengyue’s eyes grew wider and wider, looking like a shocked little animal.

It took several seconds for her to successfully process it all.

“You agreed…?”

Wen Fengyue repeated these words several times with a face full of disbelief, tempting Jiao Qingyin to reach out and pinch her cheek.

But before she could move, Wen Fengyue rose first and excitedly lunged at her, pinning her down onto the sleeping bag.

“…Say it again!!”

Jiao Qingyin struggled to deal with this enthusiastic big dog. “I’m not saying it again. I already said it.”

“I didn’t hear it clearly just now—Jiao Jiao, say it one more time.”

Saying this, Wen Fengyue put on a pitiful expression. That pleading gaze was the kind Jiao Qingyin found hardest to resist.

Jiao Qingyin’s heart softened, and she said “I do” once more.

Wen Fengyue couldn’t help but break into a smile so warm it could melt deep snow.

Seeing her like this, Jiao Qingyin also curled her lips, but in the next second, she heard Wen Fengyue say: “As soon as the show is over, let’s go register our marriage and tell everyone, okay?”

Jiao Qingyin: “…” While she had indeed agreed, getting married in three days was perhaps a bit too fast.

Thinking of this, Jiao Qingyin turned her head to look at the person holding her. “No…”

Wen Fengyue tightened her arms without a word.

Feeling her seemingly trembling, Jiao Qingyin’s movement to push her away paused. Instead, she rested her palm on the other’s head and spoke softly: “Teacher Wen, we are public figures. If we go public, we must first carefully choose the method…”

Wen Fengyue held her tighter, her shoulders twitching slightly.

Crying? Jiao Qingyin was stunned.

She immediately pressed Wen Fengyue’s shoulders and turned the other’s face toward her, only to see—Wen Fengyue’s face was perfectly clean. Aside from slightly red rims around her eyes, there was no sign of crying.

Jiao Qingyin’s expression suddenly became very dangerous. “…Playing the pity card, are we?”

Having been found out, Wen Fengyue felt very guilty and didn’t dare look at Jiao Qingyin.

She had expected that Jiao Qingyin wouldn’t agree to marry her immediately, so although she felt disappointed by the refusal, it wasn’t enough to cause despair.

However, she knew the other had a soft spot for her acting weak, so she thought she’d push her luck a bit. The result…

Jiao Qingyin gave a heavy huff, got up, unzipped the tent, and walked out with long strides.

Wen Fengyue hurriedly followed. Before her words of apology could come out, she nearly bumped into the tracking optical computer standing guard nearby.

Wen Fengyue: “…”

Viewers in the live room: “…”

What to do? Wen Fengyue’s gaze was far too oppressive. Under such a glare, they didn’t even have the courage to send comments.

Even though Wen Fengyue only glanced at them before shifting her gaze back to Jiao Qingyin, they still didn’t move. This resulted in a silence on the screen for a full thirty seconds until—

“The fire is out. Come start a fire.”

Jiao Qingyin’s voice came from the side. Wen Fengyue was instantly like a wound-up toy; a smile rapidly surfaced on her face.

“The way Teacher Wen looked at Xiao Jiao just now… I had a hallucination of my dog’s expression when I make him stand in the corner after he does something wrong.”

“Don’t say it, it really looks like that.”

“And then after getting forgiven, he wags his tail and runs toward the owner, right?”

“How are you guys ‘dog-coding’ her so naturally! Wasn’t Teacher Wen’s persona supposed to be a ‘flower on a high peak’ (aloof and cold)?”

This scene made the chat scream about the chemistry, temporarily suppressing all the comments arguing about what the two did in the tent.

But once the popularity of the stream went up, it wasn’t just fans watching. Some of Wen Fengyue’s anti-fans, seeing the harmonious atmosphere in the chat, couldn’t resist typing:

“Who told you she was a ‘flower on a high peak’? Wen Fengyue has always had a persona of being hot-tempered and putting on airs.”

[Attached link: Wen Fengyue bullying on set; Wen Fengyue opressing assistants; Wen Fengyue…]

“I really don’t know how you can ship this. You saw her strength; she’s clearly the type to commit domestic violence after marriage.”

The fans and antis argued incessantly, but neither Jiao Qingyin nor Wen Fengyue saw it.

Wen Fengyue was focusing on the fire, while Jiao Qingyin was handling the previous jerky.

“I originally wanted to roast it for you, but… I made a mistake by accident.” Seeing Jiao Qingyin pick up the meat that had half been sliced away after she burnt it, Wen Fengyue explained.

Jiao Qingyin glanced at her. “Hmph.”

She wasn’t angry; she just wanted to give Wen Fengyue the cold shoulder for a bit. Otherwise, knowing her, the other would definitely rub against her asking for “stickers” (affection), completely disregarding whether they were in front of the camera.

—She was right. If it weren’t for that “Hmph,” Wen Fengyue would have already stickily huddled by her side.

Wen Fengyue silently retracted her outstretched foot and lowered her head in reflection.

But her hands weren’t idle. Seeing Jiao Qingyin start to re-season the meat, she began to peel the wild fruits they had picked during the day.

The campfire illuminated their faces; the atmosphere of the entire environment was distant and tranquil.

“Jiao Jiao.”

Jiao Qingyin looked up, met Wen Fengyue’s gaze, and saw the fruit held in her hands—a fruit the other had carved into a rose.

The fruit Wen Fengyue chose was red, so the carved rose was also brilliant. Every petal was detailed and distinct, like a piece of art.

“Giving you a flower,” Wen Fengyue said. She looked very much like she wanted to coax Jiao Qingyin back into a good mood.

“…” Jiao Qingyin stared at her for a while. Then, as Wen Fengyue gradually grew nervous, she leaned down and took a bite of the rose directly from the other’s hand.

Her jaw lightly brushed Wen Fengyue’s palm before pulling away.

Wen Fengyue felt her hand burning. She couldn’t help but stutter when she asked, “…Is it good?”

Jiao Qingyin nodded while chewing, swallowing the sour and bitter fruit.

Then, she reached out to Wen Fengyue. “It’s good. Give it all to me.”

Seeing that Jiao Qingyin was truly satisfied and willing to talk to her again, Wen Fengyue’s entire being brightened up. “Okay!”

#What happened in the tent# climbed onto the Star Net’s trending searches late that night.

The fact that two star guests rumored to be a couple entered a tent together and didn’t come out for a long time was enough to trigger imagination. Moreover, Wen Fengyue’s ridiculous heart rate changes inevitably aroused people’s curiosity.

Focusing on the period after Jiao Qingyin and Wen Fengyue left the tent—where they seemingly had a cold war for a while—viewers’ thoughts spiraled, leading to the creation of countless long deductive essays.

“They must be divorcing and splitting the kids. Link to Star Net XX; the poster said if this scoop isn’t true, he’ll live stream himself slapping his own face 200 times.”

“They are arguing about who is on top and who is on the bottom. Check out @CaramelMoonForever; this blogger posted all the details.”

“Please, this is clearly a fanfiction piece from a shipper. Does anyone actually believe this?”

“Am I the only one who thinks they were doing it intensely, but Teacher Wen didn’t hold back and made Xiao Jiao angry?”

“Bold! Obviously Xiao Jiao is the one on top!”

People discussed this issue so heatedly that even fans of other guests came to watch the drama.

The morning after the tent incident.

In the live perspective of “Machinist,” she was sitting on a crooked tree on a cliff wall. Looking at the chat, she saw a comment: “I heard the neighboring stream is broadcasting a divorce”, and she subconsciously read it out loud.

“Divorce?” The Machinist, who was nearly dead from sleepiness, was instantly energized. “Who and who?”

Seeing the streamer finally make a sound after being half-asleep for so long, the chat began to chirp in response:

“Jiao Qingyin and Wen Fengyue, those two stars competing with you.”

“I remember you like Xiao Jiao, right, Pai-Pai?”

“Yes, Pai-Pai even live-streamed herself watching ‘Satellite’ before.”

“Now that you mention it, I just remembered. Is the second episode of ‘Satellite’ airing tomorrow? If the leads are getting a divorce, can the show even continue filming?】

Seeing these comments, the Machinist was no longer sleepy at all. She sat up straighter and asked: “What do you mean? Were they a married couple before?”

“Don’t know, I see many people saying that.”

“I don’t think so, they seem to be just friends.”

There were both answers. The Machinist felt like her heart was being scratched. She had fallen for Jiao Qingyin on the day the latter live-streamed herself wearing jewelry.

After seeing her in person, she found her liking might have changed nature—Jiao Qingyin was simply too beautiful, perfectly hitting all the points she liked.

If Jiao Qingyin and Wen Fengyue were a married couple, it meant she could accept women. To take it a step further… her, the Machinist’s, chance had come!

Teacher Xiao Jiao looked so soft. If she could find her and protect her when Jiao Qingyin encountered danger, perhaps she could take advantage of the situation and win over the woman who was suffering from emotional trauma during the divorce phase!

A silly smile appeared on the Machinist’s face. The chat saw it, and someone asked her what was wrong.

She wiped away non-existent drool and asked the chat expectantly: “Do you guys know where Teacher Xiao Jiao is?”

The Machinist’s behavior was far too obvious; viewers immediately understood what she wanted to do.

“Pai-Pai, wake up! Even if they are having a divorce spat, they haven’t divorced yet!”

“I heard they have children. Think carefully.”

“I heard that too. Apparently, they were artificially incubated and can already walk.”

In her state of infatuation, the Machinist automatically ignored the screen full of question marks and even seriously refuted several people who tried to dissuade her, saying: “There’s no rule saying you can’t pursue someone during a divorce phase.”

“What ‘no rule’? Wake up! You’re intervening in someone else’s relationship!”

“I feel like their relationship is quite good. Pai-Pai, you couldn’t intervene even if you wanted to.”

“Streamer, aren’t you tired dangling from that tree? You still have the heart to talk about relationship issues? I’m afraid you’ll fall in the next second.”

The last comment sobered the Machinist up a bit. Yesterday, she was chased by a star beast because she smashed an egg. To escape, she climbed all the way onto the cliff wall.

Who knew that midway, the grappling hook and rope she used for climbing broke. Falling down the cliff, she happened to land on the crooked tree and was lucky enough to survive.

She was three meters away from the cliff top. The wall was smooth; without safety measures, there was no way up.

Because her backpack had fallen to the bottom with the hook, she could only use the gifts from viewers to exchange for one nutrient solution and one portion of water. It would only last her one more day at most.

The reality before her pulled her out of her fantasies—this might be the last day of her life. Even if Jiao Qingyin really got a divorce, she had no chance.

“Sigh.” The Machinist sighed and leaned back—before she even hit the trunk, she heard a creak.

“…I better stay still.”

The chat had been lively for a moment, but because of the Machinist’s expression, they remembered her current situation and fell silent one after another.

Some people started sending money to the Machinist but were stopped. “Don’t send money anymore. We’re still short over 900,000; we won’t make it. Save your money and buy some food for yourselves.”

Some emotional viewers began to cry in the chat.

The Machinist tried her best to look carefree and even joked with the chat. “If I weren’t on this tree, I would definitely have a chance. Teacher Xiao Jiao might just like my type.”

“Waaaah, streamer, stop talking.”

“Why? I’m going to say it.” Thinking she was about to die, the Machinist became more talkative. “I think Teacher Xiao Jiao and I are a great match. I have four-pack abs.”

“Pai-Pai…”

“She is so innocent and so pitiful. She must have been arranged by the company to participate in the show. If I had chosen to jump with her back then…” Speaking to this point, the Machinist looked dejected. “I wonder if she’s injured…”

Perhaps because fans were promoting her, the Machinist noticed many new viewers in the live room.

While perfunctorily saying welcome, she sorrowfully delivered her deathbed monologue, mostly centered around Jiao Qingyin.

“Innocent? Pitiful?】”

“The streamer doesn’t look very conscious.”

“This streamer’s leg is injured; maybe her head hit something too.”

The Machinist didn’t understand what these people were talking about, but she still felt like both she and her idol were being mocked. She couldn’t help but say angrily: “Who are you guys? If you don’t like my stream, get out.”

She had never said such things to the viewers before. Even if she was scolded by the chat, she always met them with a smile. But now that she was about to die, if she didn’t curse them now, she’d miss the chance.

She unleashed a torrent of words, the central theme being for those antis of Jiao Qingyin to get out, cursing so much the chat lagged.

After cursing, the Machinist felt refreshed and made a bold declaration: “If I can survive this time, I’m going to go and steal that Wen Fengyue’s girl!”

“Streamer, please stop.”

“Ahhh, Pai-Pai, look up—”

The Machinist was incredibly rebellious. “I’ll say it. I’ve been disobedient since I was a child. I crawled through dog holes to skip classes every day. The ‘walls’ I’ve dug up (stolen partners) could wrap around the Blue Star once.”

“I feel like she’s beyond help.”

“Pai-Pai, please look up.”

“It’s over. If it were me, I’d want to push the streamer down too.”

The wind in the chat shifted abruptly. The Machinist felt strange and had a bad premonition. Following the chat’s spam of “look up,” she tilted her head.

She saw a grim-faced Wen Fengyue.

…And Jiao Qingyin, whose hand was being held by Wen Fengyue, smiling helplessly.

The two stood extremely close, fingers interlocked. Clearly, their relationship was very harmonious, with absolutely no sign of the divorce mentioned in the chat.

Instead… there was a strong sign that she might be silenced and killed.

The Machinist tried to pull the corners of her mouth, but she couldn’t manage a smile.

Finally, Wen Fengyue, who originally intended to turn around and leave, still threw a rope into the Machinist’s hand with a foul face after a few words of persuasion from Jiao Qingyin.

After being pulled up, the Machinist’s injured leg buckled, and she nearly gave the two a formal bow.

Wen Fengyue didn’t even want to look at her and didn’t step forward to help. While Jiao Qingyin had worry on her face, she didn’t offer any actual assistance—she knew if she did, Wen Fengyue would definitely die of jealousy.

Regardless, she wasn’t some saint; pulling the person up was already doing more than enough.

The Machinist eventually sat up on her own. She awkwardly kept her eyes on the ground, not daring to meet the gaze of the two in front of her. “Teacher Xiao Jiao, Teacher… Teacher Wen… thank you so much.”

A small arc curled on Wen Fengyue’s lips. “It’s fine.”

She was clearly smiling, but it looked terrifying to everyone watching.

If it weren’t for Jiao Jiao’s unwillingness to go public, she would tell this person and the viewers in the live room right now just how good her relationship with Jiao Qingyin was.

Jiao Qingyin squeezed Wen Fengyue’s hand, wanting her to calm down.

But Wen Fengyue was in a fit of rage, her mind filled with the sour taste of lemons, and she didn’t notice the small gesture for a moment.

Jiao Qingyin turned her head to look at her thoughtfully, then pulled out the description of Main Mission 2 to take a look.

Main Mission 2: Let 30% of Star Net users who follow the entertainment industry know that the host is pursuing the protagonist.

The audience of “Blue Star Adventurer” and the entertainment industry basically didn’t overlap. She wondered if the viewers in the three live rooms could make up 30%…

But even if it wasn’t enough, after these people knew the news and went out to spread it, it should be sufficient.

“Although I always love seeing Pai-Pai have bad luck, who said they were divorcing? It made Pai-Pai offend people.”

“Because they were fighting before.”

“Didn’t they say they were friends?”

The live screens of several people were placed together; it was hard for Wen Fengyue not to see the chat. Her face was gloomy, mainly angry at the viewers’ wild rumors.

She wanted to clarify, but she was unwilling to say she and Jiao Qingyin were “friends” in front of so many people…

“No divorce, no fighting. At that time, it was just a small disagreement.”

Jiao Qingyin’s voice made her turn her head immediately.

“Let me speak,” Jiao Qingyin first said to Wen Fengyue as they met eyes, then turned back to the viewers. “Our current relationship is… I am pursuing Teacher Wen.”

Within a few short seconds, Wen Fengyue’s heart rate skyrocketed to 200 once again.

But Jiao Qingyin’s next words stimulated her nerves even more than the previous sentence.

“Has Teacher Wen already accepted…?” Jiao Qingyin’s tone was gentle. “Well, you guys can take a guess.”

“If you guess correctly, I can share some wedding candy with you.”