I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 129

“Watching a dance?”
Jiang Xidai said uncertainly.
She stared intently at the small screen in her palm. The person was indeed writhing, but in her critical eyes, such movements were neither graceful nor elegant. She didn’t know what kind of dance it was; it was like a sudden seizure.
Is she really dancing?
It’s not good-looking.
Yan Huirou also came over to take a look. “Oh… looking at the tag, this is a queer streamer. What a coincidence, how did I just swipe and find her?”
Jiang Xidai held the phone a little further away and watched for a moment out of boredom. “What is the ‘queer circle’?”
Yan Huirou explained it to her, and Jiang Xidai was thoughtful. “…”
She had just swiped on her phone, intending to exit, but after a thought, she curled her fingers and swiped back.
Let her see who this is.
Yan Huirou’s gaze fell on her gesture of touching the screen, and she couldn’t help but smile. Others used their thumbs to swipe their phones, but only Jiang Xidai was used to using her middle finger. Her index and ring fingers were unconsciously raised, making this elegant gesture have a hint of… an unattainable sense of an era.
Jiang Xidai found the sound very noisy. She had to hold the phone further away until Yan Huirou pressed the volume key to turn it down a little.
“This dance is not exciting enough. How come another person has come.”
“Probably her girlfriend,” Yan Huirou replied.
In the end, the two started kissing, and the live comments were about to explode.
Jiang Xidai: “I have one thing I don’t understand. Why do these two like to kiss in front of a large crowd?”
Could it be some incredible fetish?
“Maybe others think the couple is very sweet, so the traffic is better.”
Yan Huirou blurted out two or three new terms, which Jiang Xidai didn’t understand for the time being. She watched the two of them be affectionate, and their chat with the audience was nothing more than some very uninteresting life topics.
Why are so many people screaming in there?
I don’t understand.
Jiang Xidai was finally tired of it and exited with intolerance. She searched in the vast world of the internet. After swiping past some strange and incomprehensible videos—finally, a piece of pure land made her stop.
A sweet, slightly chubby girl was eating dessert, and it looked very delicious. Yes, just eating.
This was all the live stream content, but the popularity was surprisingly not low.
Jiang Xidai watched for a long time.
The color of the cake cream looked very dreamy, and the strawberry jam inside was very crystal clear. It looked good.
“Can I talk to her?”
Yan Huirou was already cleaning up the mess. She put all the takeout boxes together. “You can type.”
Jiang Xidai handed the phone to Yan Huirou. “Help me write it.”
Yan Huirou opened the chat box with a smile. “Write what?”
“‘Send the cake over for a taste'”
“…”
Yan Huirou: “I think… this is an eating broadcast. They probably don’t sell desserts.”
Jiang Xidai: “Try it.”
The number of live comments here was not as many as before. A live comment she sent out floated by from above.
But it just floated by, and no one paid attention.
Jiang Xidai propped her chin on her hand and couldn’t help but frown.
At this moment, Yan Huirou thoughtfully turned on the handwriting function for her. Jiang Xidai gently rubbed the screen with her fingertip and slowly wrote a few words.
Today, she was unusually obedient, just playing with her phone here, without pestering to go out.
Yan Huirou was very gratified.
The Sect Master sank back into the soft sofa, the phone screen blocking her face. From there, a sentence floated out, “Yan Yan, walk.”
This was to remind her to do her rehabilitation.
Yan Huirou was obedient, unlike Jiang Xidai who drank milk tea and never changed. After she threw the trash out the door, she stood up and began today’s rehabilitation exercise, walking about five or six circles in the room with a crutch.
When she was covered in a thin layer of sweat, she heard a very loud movement of someone turning over on the sofa, as if they were annoyed.
Yan Huirou looked over. “What’s wrong?”
The woman sat up with her long, messy hair, her face cold, not speaking. The speed at which she was writing on her hand was much faster.
It looked like she was private messaging someone.
After a series of clicks and swipes, she pressed the send key with a sense of relief.
Yan Huirou asked curiously, “You didn’t get into an argument with a netizen, did you?”
“Who would argue with this kind of lewd person,” she said coldly. “Disgusting.”
A classic case of protesting too much. Yan Huirou raised an eyebrow. “So what… did that person say to you?”
Yan Huirou saw that she didn’t answer, so she took the phone. A look, and it was indeed an argument—Jiang Xidai had sent many “send the cake over for a taste” in the live comments, and then asked “what is the price,” probably trying to attract the streamer’s attention.
Then a certain netizen followed up with, “Spamming dog, are you sick?”
Perhaps it greatly offended the master of the Shasheng Sect. Jiang Xidai actually figured out the private message function on her own, clicked in, and cursed back, “Barking little brat, if you’re sick, go and see a doctor. Don’t look at people with your dog’s eyes here.”
The other party replied, “? Given you some face, you idiot”
And so, the internet trolls started a new round of war.
Yan Huirou frowned as she looked. The quality of people these days… they really speak so dirtily. She scrolled down and found that Jiang Xidai’s replies followed in a series of three: “Ugly face, who wants it?”
“Unlucky thing.”
“This Seat can smell a corpse from you without even looking. Utterly disgusting.”
Uh.
The other party was probably triggered, and a large number of replies came in a row, starting to greet her mother, and the cursing became even filthier.
Yan Huirou looked up in a daze, looked at the still-angry woman, and thought secretly: I didn’t expect her to have a bit of a talent for arguing—stronger than myself.
Jiang Xidai came over again. “What did it say? Let this Seat see.”
Yan Huirou sighed, blocked that user, reported the dirty words, and the following messages could not be displayed because of too many blocked words. “There’s no need to be angry about this.”
Jiang Xidai frowned. She wasn’t too angry. She had heard things dirtier than this in her life. It was just that she couldn’t beat someone up to vent her anger… this made her a little unhappy.
What made her even more displeased was that the streamer didn’t respond to her question about whether she could buy the cake. If she didn’t sell it, so be it. Was it so difficult to say the name of the chef, or the name of this cake?
Quite an arrogant little girl, sitting in front of the screen to tempt her, and then keeping her in suspense.
Her intentions were obvious.
Jiang Xidai didn’t take this lying down. She went to the kitchen and ordered the robot to make her dessert.
Jiang Xidai, who always ate Western desserts with chopsticks, picked up a small piece of chocolate and held it in her mouth, then her gaze fell on Yan Huirou. “Yan Yan, have you finished your twenty laps?”
Yan Huirou: “Weren’t there ten laps?”
“Now that you can walk with a crutch, you naturally have to increase the amount and double it. You can’t be lazy.”
…See, she was frustrated online, so she came to torment her.
Yan Huirou finished the twenty laps in misery. For some reason, Jiang Xidai could always arrange tasks at the exact point where her stamina was completely exhausted.
She was so tired she threw herself into the sofa and didn’t want to move again.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Jiang Xidai seem to have picked up her phone again, browsing something thoughtfully.
Before Yan Huirou fell asleep, she was still thinking, I’ve escaped the destruction of short videos, but it looks like she really likes to watch live streams…
But no matter what Yan Huirou thought, she had never expected that Jiang Xidai, for a ridiculous reason, would actually open a live stream herself.
—And she had accidentally become popular.
Because Yan Huirou hadn’t had her phone for many days (it was always with Jiang Xidai), Yan Huirou’s internet speed was probably at the level of 2G in a village.
So she knew nothing about this.
Until one day, when Chen Cha’an came over with a bewildered face and told her, “Wait, did I just see Jiang Xidai on the internet? Look at this, it’s her, right? I’m not seeing things?”
By this time, it was already a flood.
Yan Huirou and Chen Cha’an looked at each other and clicked into the live stream, which was packed with people.
The woman’s face appeared on the camera. Even through a layer of unedited camera, she was so beautiful that it was a little unreal. Her skin was so good that you couldn’t see any flaws, which made it hard not to click in.
After all, she used to be a novel character. It was almost a dimensional-reducing blow to reality.
Especially since she was in an ancient, elegant red dress, but was eating Western desserts with chopsticks.
And she was drinking milk tea with it, a small sip at a time, drinking it as if it were a fine aged wine. There was a fresh feeling of East meets West.
With so many clashing elements, it would be strange if she didn’t become popular.
Jiang Xidai held the phone up to herself without any change in expression, as if she were still reading the live comments sent by netizens.
She was not tense at all. The camera even swayed randomly, sometimes at herself, sometimes specifically at the dessert.
Yan Huirou had thought Jiang Xidai was taking pictures and videos every day with her phone. When did she learn to open a live stream?
Yan Huirou’s eyes went black. “…She didn’t expose the research center’s logo, did she?”
“No, you can’t see anything from this wall. Of course, no one recognizes her as a test subject,” Chen Cha’an said. “Otherwise, it would have been blocked a long time ago. Jiang Xidai didn’t do anything, she’s just… tasting her afternoon tea in front of the camera. What kind of fetish is this?”
When Yan Huirou went back, she pushed open the door and, sure enough, saw Jiang Xidai eating afternoon tea.
Jiang Xidai saw her, raised an eyebrow slightly, and actually pulled Yan Huirou and herself together, so that they both appeared in the live stream.
The live comments were filled with all sorts of streams of thought.
The research type: “Three minutes, I want to know this woman’s name and all her information…”
The fashion appreciation type: “This red ancient dress is so exquisite. The fabric must be very expensive, right?”
The food appreciation type: “To be able to eat Western desserts with chopsticks without any sense of disharmony. Next time, can you eat steak with chopsticks?”
The crazy type: “Mama, mama, mama mia, stop sucking on the mochi milk tea!! Please, suck on my mouth without mercy!!”
The faster internet speed type: “A new one has joined.”
And the couple-shipping fun-seekers: “So close, may I ask if you’re a girlfriend?”
Yan Huirou thought of the fact that she was currently being watched by a large group of online onlookers, and she felt uncomfortable all over. She straightened her back and leaned against Jiang Xidai, giving the camera a stiff smile.
Jiang Xidai looked back at Yan Huirou. “Not a friend.”
She looked at the live comment with a curved eye and said, word by word, “We’ve bowed to the hall.”
“…”
Yan Huirou watched as the live comments exploded, like throwing a large cluster of cabbage into a red-hot iron pot. All sorts of sounds came out.