"Damn it! Host, please stop talking!"
"Host, can you please act like a human being?"
"Stop calculating! Even if I made 2.7 million in my lifetime, there’s no damn way I could afford a sports car!"
"So? It’ll never be possible in my lifetime?"
"Among BBA—Audi A6, BMW 5 Series, and Mercedes-Benz E-Class—these are already the ceiling for ordinary people? What else could they possibly aspire to?"
Liu Hanyan’s live streaming style usually involved bursting people’s bubbles. It had a way of making young people, who had been poisoned by wealth-flaunting short videos, feel like they were returning to a simpler, more authentic state.
Although not particularly likable.
But Liu Hanyan felt it was somewhat meaningful.
However, in a Live Streaming Room where practically everyone was a ’beauty monster’—all stunning beauties—it was clear that a natural beauty like Liu Hanyan had no real advantage. Moreover, whether in the live streaming world or the entertainment circle, talent and connections are needed. And at critical moments, one might even need to offer... something more.
Getting famous is not that easy.
"It’s a pity, though. This R8’s seat has decent lumbar and thigh support. However, the sitting position is quite low, the gas and brake pedals are almost vertical, and there’s little space for the left foot. It leads to just average comfort," Liu Hanyan said.
When Liu Hanyan finished speaking, Luofeng suddenly laughed. Then he posed a soul-searching question, "Have you actually sat in one?"
"This guy is quite interesting!"
"Critical hit! A proper critical hit!"
"Waiting to see how the host will respond."
"What if the host really has sat in one?"
"Does she have that kind of luck?"
Liu Hanyan was completely dumbfounded. She might have known a bit about the car, but her knowledge was mostly from online forum discussions.
She really hadn’t sat in one.
This person just threw a soul-searching question at her?
"It’s just uncomfortable!" Liu Hanyan huffed.
"Have you sat in one?" Luofeng repeated the same question.
It was like a running gag, that soul-searching question, reminiscent of a skit where Tathagata Buddha relentlessly provoked the Jade Emperor, repeatedly asking, "Have you ever been beaten by the Monkey?"
"I..." Liu Hanyan couldn’t refute it, but then her eyes suddenly lit up. "Have *you* sat in one?"
Since she couldn’t answer the question, why not turn it around with her own soul-searching question?
Luofeng smiled faintly but didn’t answer. Instead, he began to closely examine her appearance.
Undeniably, the girl had a radiant smile; she was like a big ray of sunshine. And, of course, her looks were quite fox-like.
Plus, those long legs and her Tuanzi—quite impressive, perhaps even making a best friend envious.
She was definitely a goddess.
What a pity, she exuded a loser vibe.
At that moment, Luofeng began to check her wish list.
He also checked her basic data.