"Son, you're fucking gorgeous!"

"Brother Wuyong? The Sect Master of the Demonic Cult is Brother Wuyong?" Liu Zhu bounced straight up from the sofa.

The speed of her spring-like leap made her look just like a grasshopper resting on a spring.

Liu Qi, who had originally wanted to lose her temper in her room, immediately grew curious upon hearing the name "Brother Wuyong."

Even Liu Qi had to admit by now that that guy was truly a legend of No. 2 High School.

"What are you talking about? What Demonic Cult Sect Master?" Liu Qi walked out of the bedroom.

Liu Zhu shifted her phone screen so her older sister could see it together with her.

The two sisters saw a handsome young man in the video wearing a tailcoat, with a full hairline and a slicked-back hairstyle, playing a hand of cards with divine mastery. It mesmerized them, fixing their gazes for a long time.

"What are you looking at? What are you girls looking at?"

Their mother also walked over, squeezing in between them.

Followed immediately by an exclamation: "Isn't this that Zhang Wuyong?"

"Demonic Cult Sect Master Zhang Wuqi?" Liu Qi looked at the uploader's name displayed in the corner of the video.

She ran back to her own room and used her newly bought laptop to search for this name.

Clicking through video after video, it took only a short while to stir her maiden heart deeply.

She never expected him to be so handsome.

And it wasn't just about good looks; he was also so talented.

How could this person be merely a legend?

Liu Qi felt her heartbeat quicken, as if something had been ignited within her.

When Liu Qi and Liu Zhu's father came home from work, he was surprised to find his wife and two daughters all browsing short videos.

And they were all watching videos of the exact same young man.

This left his face dark for the entire evening.

In fact, it wasn't just the Liu sisters, Liu Qi and Liu Zhu.

Song Ling and Song Xiaoyan were also in their respective homes, browsing the magic tutorials taught by their Wuyong cousin.

During this time, Song Xiaoyan jumped furiously on her bed, only calming down after her mother gave her a good beating.

That very same night, the sisters Song Ling and Song Xiaoyan chatted via WeChat and reaffirmed that first cousins cannot marry—such a rule was truly completely unreasonable.

They decided to join forces and write petition letters layer by layer to be submitted upward.

They needed to amend this unreasonable legal system.

There was something wrong with their country's laws.

Moreover, to support their Brother Wuyong, the sisters immediately created a group chat and established the local "Sect Master Brother Fan Club."

Right at midnight that very night, "Demonic Cult Sect Master Zhang Wuqi" released a new short video.

This time, however, it was not a magic tutorial video.

Instead, it was a preview for a simultaneous multi-platform livestream.

Tomorrow afternoon at three o'clock, Demonic Cult Sect Master Zhang Wuqi would host a live broadcast, and he expected everyone to be there.

The two sisters were so excited they were practically going crazy.

...

Ms. Song Mei was once again the last person to know that her son had become a video uploader.

In fact, this time she found out even later than those distant relatives.

It wasn't until that morning when her younger sister—that is, Wuyong's aunt who was still waiting for an Egyptian prince to come find her—called her that she learned about this whole affair.

"This child, why doesn't he ever tell me anything?"

Song Mei didn't know whether her job as a mother was far too easy or a total failure.

Even if she left everything to Tongtong next door to manage, she still shouldn't be the absolute last person to know about things!

Of course, this was mainly because the short videos Zhang Wuyong initially posted had blocked local views—that was Sister Lian's suggestion.

By now, titles like "Demonic Cult Sect Master," "Zhang Wuqi," and "Sect Master Brother" had already spread far and wide. Even if an occasional person or two called him "Big Fist Bro," it would immediately be drowned out.

Sister Lian still felt that his current image was refined and cultured, with a great temperament, and he was an elite student about to enter university.

There was no need to get tied up with that kind of "underworld gangster" moniker.

Naturally, Tongtong felt the exact same way.

She had never liked it when others called him "Big Fist Zhang" or "Big Fist Bro" and the like.

Ms. Song Mei scrolled through the videos sent by her younger sister.

The more she watched, the more excited she became.

Unable to help herself, she yelled toward her son's room: "Son, you are fucking so handsome!"

Zhang Wuyong was instantly left speechless.

What does "you are fucking so handsome" even mean?

Are you complimenting me, or are you complimenting yourself?

Today at three o'clock in the afternoon, he was going to do a simultaneous multi-platform livestream over at Honglian's studio.

Despite it being a live broadcast, he felt no sense of nervousness whatsoever.

"Seamless" was truly useful; when the time came, he could simply rely on it to select a famous foreign magician and mimic their aura and demeanor.

"Your Aunt Zhu is being discharged from the hospital today, and tonight I'll be cooking some good food for Tongtong across the hall. What time are you coming back tonight?" Song Mei followed behind him.

"It'll probably be pretty late tonight!" Zhang Wuyong said. "By the time I get back, it should be quite late. I have to go host a livestream at three o'clock this afternoon."

Actually, Zhu Yuwen could have been discharged from the hospital long ago.

It was their department head who said that since this counted as a work-related injury anyway, she might as well stay a few more days.

Once she left the hospital, she would have to go right back to work.

Being a doctor already meant having precious little rest, and the pressure on a daily basis was quite high.

Since the department head had put it that way, Zhu Yuwen naturally had no objections.

Moreover, she had actually been coming back these past few days anyway, just popping over during the morning ward rounds.

Though going back wasn't strictly necessary, since this practically amounted to a publicly funded vacation, she still had to be slightly mindful of appearances.

"Son, good luck with the livestream!" His mother cheered him on. "Become a big celebrity soon, and once you make a huge fortune, your mom can go traveling every single day."

"What are you imagining?" Zhang Wuyong said ungraciously. "I'm just an ordinary uploader, a big celebrity? Is a big celebrity that easy to be? Besides, I'm just trying it out for a couple of months first."

He opened the door.

"Son, where are you going? Mom is talking to you."

"Going to Tongtong's place!"

"Fine! Fine!" Hearing that he was going across the hall, Song Mei had no choice but to stay home and play the role of a lonely empty-nest mother.

Her son was already so grown up there wasn't much left to manage anyway... though to be fair, she hadn't really managed him much over the past few years either.

The only consolation was that if the two of them ended up together in the future, when her son returned to his wife's family home, his wife's family home would just be directly across the hallway.

Zhang Wuyong crossed the hallway and arrived at Tongtong's front door.

He took out his keys and opened the door directly.

Ever since the day of Aunt Zhu's accident when Tongtong gave him this spare key, she had never taken it back.

Of course, if Aunt Zhu were home, he wouldn't dare unlock and enter the place just like that.

But right now, Aunt Zhu was still over at the hospital.

"Tongtong?" After stepping inside and changing into the pair of slippers he usually wore there.

He called out, but surprisingly nobody answered.

At this hour, it was already nine-thirty.

Although for boys and girls on summer vacation, sleeping straight through until noon or even sleeping right through lunchtime was the most normal thing in the world.

Yet Tongtong had cultivated excellent habits since childhood; she generally maintained a relatively early schedule of going to bed and waking up early, and rarely slept in this late.

Zhang Wuyong walked toward her bedroom, the door of which was half-open.

He gently pushed the door open, and instantly his eyes lit up and he held his breath.

Tongtong was still sleeping in bed, but she looked different than usual...