God is Being Pampered by the Group - Chapter 34

Chapter 34: Moderator Number Two

In the face of Bai Yan’s silent refusal and Guan Zhou’s lack of movement, Wang Shan, who had arrived full of confidence, ultimately departed with regret and lingering reluctance.

Originally, Wang Shan felt that since she held the special privileges granted by her boss, no matter what, the conditions she offered were better than those of any other company even Noel Culture couldn’t compare.

So, in her mind, this matter was definitely a hundred percent foolproof.

However, she never expected the situation to be completely outside her calculations, leaving one to wonder how such a fool could exist in this world.

The little guy was young and might have unclear perceptions; not liking something didn’t necessarily mean one had to give it up. As for Guan Zhou, he was a grown man who had struggled in the entertainment industry for years without making it big; it was impossible for him not to understand the importance of a golden path being laid before his eyes. Yet, he still refused without a hint of hesitation.

The reason?

There was indeed a reason.

The reason was simply that Bai Yan didn’t like it.

Wang Shan wanted to laugh, but she couldn’t. She remembered the serious expression on Guan Zhou’s face when he spoke the words of refusal.

He truly wasn’t tempted at all; he was entirely looking out for Bai Yan’s feelings.

It was as if Bai Yan said he wasn’t interested, Guan Zhou wouldn’t even blink an eye even if the best things in the world were placed before him Bai Yan’s will reigned supreme over everything.

Ultimately, though, Wang Shan was still a bit unwilling. After facing a round of merciless scolding and ridicule from that “lord” Qi Yue with a wooden face, it was her boss who was considerate, stating it wasn’t her fault and generously granting her request to fight for a deadline for the little guy.

After this incident, Wang Shan kept a close eye on Bai Yan’s situation. Since he could refuse even the conditions she offered, Noel Culture shouldn’t be able to succeed either, right? Although the little guy was currently broadcasting on Noel Culture’s platform, if there was no contract, it didn’t count.

Thus, Wang Shan watched nervously. Two days passed, and everything was calm. Far from hearing news of the little guy’s refusal, Noel Culture surprisingly showed no movement at all.

Though she didn’t know what was happening, while Wang Shan heaved a sigh of relief, she also couldn’t help but grit her teeth.

A little guy that even our company is striving for, on what basis does Noel Culture show no sign of interest?! Is the little guy not good enough? It must be that you are blind!

And so on.

Indeed, Noel Culture’s attitude toward this matter was strange.

During a certain interview with Noel Culture, when faced with questions from the media, the executive director simply smiled and said:

“We respect the choice of every UP-loader. If he intends to sign with Noel Culture, we will certainly provide the corresponding treatment.”

While this kept various parties guessing, news also leaked that Yiyun Media Group and Yinlian Pictures had extended olive branches only to be refused. Could it be that Noel Culture had already beaten them to it? But then why hide it from the public?

Another theory was that Bai Yan had actually accepted no one, and Noel Culture’s explanation was merely to save face.

Regardless, the inevitable result was that Bai Yan’s fame grew higher and higher. Many netizens flooded into Bai Yan’s livestream room, some out of curiosity, some for the drama, and some to see if Bai Yan was truly as good-looking as in the photos… The number of viewers, following the large batch of fans from Xigua, skyrocketed in a straight line once more.

Regarding this, Bai Yan still went his own way, as if he were deaf to the world outside, focusing solely on playing games.

In the words of the old viewers: This host is quite willful.

Conversely, Guan Zhou became busy. There was no other reason than the fact that more people meant more diverse opinions.

Regarding this, the old viewers in the livestream stated: Brother Zhou is still that same Brother Zhou.

There were also some playful bullet comments:

“Can Brother Zhou handle the workload? I applied to be Moderator Number Two!”

“The livestream room has more and more fans now; I agree with the brother above! I applied to be Moderator Number Three!”

“Wow, too cunning! I want it too! I want it too!”

“I applied to be Moderator Number Four!”

“I applied to be Moderator Number Five!”

“I applied to be Moderator Number Six!”

“…”

At that moment, a system notification suddenly floated across:

[Congratulations to “Master is the Best” for becoming a livestream moderator. You have the right to delete improper comments, mute troublemaking accounts, and maintain the harmony and coordination of the livestream room]

“!!!”

“Who is it?!”

“Which vixen beat us to it?!”

“Little brother, look at me! I’m the most well-behaved!”

“Aaaaaahhh”

One particular bullet comment became a prophecy; it was indeed a certain “vixen” (spirit).

On the sofa, the black cat sitting beside Bai Yan was pawing at the phone beneath it. Moderator Number Two, “Master is the Best,” was the black cat’s account, set up by Guan Zhou.

Considering that there were more and more fans and the comments were becoming disorganized, and that he might occasionally miss some improper remarks, Guan Zhou suddenly turned his gaze toward the black cat.

Thus, the black cat was forced into service, and Moderator Number Two was born before the audience.

And no one would have imagined that the operator behind Moderator Number Two was actually a black cat.

Oh, it’s a cat demon then there’s no problem.

…

The city at night was brilliant with lights, dazzling and charming.

This was a villa area with detached two-story houses, each with a yard and a pool reflecting the shimmering ripples of water.

Suddenly, a rustle sounded in the grass under the darkness, and a tiny black shadow scurried out, heading toward a brightly lit villa ahead.

However, just as the shadow was about to approach the villa’s main door, a figure suddenly appeared on the second-floor balcony.

Dressed in a dark bathrobe, droplets of water dripped from his short black hair, flowing over his sharp profile. Even in the dark night, his eyes held a gloomy and cold luster.

Or rather, in the absence of others, he seemed to have shed his disguise, revealing a side distinctly different from humans.

The rat demon Qi Yue.

He glanced diagonally toward the ground. The black shadow appeared in his field of vision. The light projecting from inside the house stripped away the darkness from the newcomer, revealing its true form it was actually a rat.

However, this rat didn’t look like an ordinary one; it stood upright on its hind legs like a human, its head tilted up, two small eyes looking at Qi Yue on the second floor.

“What is it?”

After Qi Yue issued the command, the rat suddenly spoke in human tongue: “I want to ask you for a favor.”

“Speak.”

“Teach a human a lesson.”

“Who?”

“Bai Yan.”

“…”

Not noticing Qi Yue’s sudden silence, the rat continued to recite the information it had investigated:

“The address is xxxxxx. There is a cat demon by his side, ability unknown, but with your power, a mere un-morphed little cat demon shouldn’t be a concern…”

As the rat talked incessantly, Qi Yue suddenly cut in from the second-floor balcony:

“Who did you say?”

The rat paused, seemingly sensing that something was off with Qi Yue, but still replied honestly: “Bai Yan. That is the human’s name.”

The moment the words fell, the rat felt a shadow loom over it. Qi Yue had jumped down from the balcony and landed right in front of it. Those eyes, backlit, seemed to flash with a cold glint.

One word at a time: “Say. That. One. More. Time, who?!”

The rat’s fur stood on end as it finally sensed the aura of danger. It let out a sharp squeak, its body flickering as if about to flee.

However, Qi Yue was faster. He snatched the rat in one hand and lifted it to his eyes. Those magnified, sinister eyes stared fixedly at the rat struggling in vain in his grip.

Qi Yue’s voice seemed to come from hell, terrifyingly so.

“Explain clearly. Why do you want to teach Bai Yan a lesson? Also, how do you know about him”

However, just as he finished speaking, the rat struggling frantically in his hand suddenly turned into a puff of black smoke and vanished from his palm.

In the next second, Qi Yue whipped his head around, and his silhouette followed, vanishing instantly from the spot.

…

In the middle of the night, a young couple walked through an alleyway, all lovey-dovey.

Suddenly, a piercing sound rang out in the silent dark night. The young couple stopped in their tracks, clenching their hands nervously, then slowly turned their heads toward the source of the sound.

They saw that under the pitch-black night, a manhole cover was slowly being lifted. At the same time, a dark figure with disheveled hair slowly emerged from within…

“Aaaaaahhh!!!”

After the timid couple let out a scream, they both ran off without a trace.

The dark figure: “…”