"Bye-bye, I wish you find your happiness soon," Zhao Yan said.
After hanging up the call, Zhao Yan glanced at the livestream's popularity.
The heat had reached 150,000, with over nine thousand viewers online.
"Let's draw one last lucky fan."
"Everyone, please send your comments wishing Big Brother a reunion with his child soon. Let's all send our blessings to Big Brother."
The lottery draw time via comments was still around three minutes.
Three minutes passed quickly, and Zhao Yan checked the list of winners.
"Congratulations to the netizen named 'I am Crayon Shin-chan.' Netizen, please pay attention, I'm going to connect with you."
As Zhao Yan spoke, she transferred the call.
A girl appeared on the screen, her face round and very cute.
"Hello, Master. I am Crayon Shin-chan," the girl said, sounding a little excited.
"I can't believe I was chosen. I'm a bit flustered."
Zhao Yan smiled at her, noticing a tent behind her. She asked, "Are you traveling in the wilderness?"
The girl shook her head. "No, Master. I'm in my dorm. This is a mosquito net, not a tent. It just looks a bit similar."
Saying that, she opened the mosquito net and panned the phone around, revealing a student dormitory.
"What year are you in?" Zhao Yan asked.
"I'm a sophomore," the girl replied.
"Alright, what would you like me to look at?" Zhao Yan asked.
The girl thought for a moment and then smiled, "Let's look at my fortune. Tell me when I'll get rich."
"Then please extend your hand and point it towards the camera," Zhao Yan instructed.
"Okay." The girl extended her hand, which was fair and tender, and pointed it at the camera.
"Is this okay?"
"Yes, try not to shake your hand."
Zhao Yan carefully examined the girl's palm lines.
As she looked closer, Zhao Yan also glanced at the girl's face.
She spent about three minutes looking, her brows furrowed into a tight line.
"Holy cow, the Master's brows are furrowed again."
"She's been frowning for a full three minutes. Every time I see the Master frown, I get really anxious!"
Zhao Yan waved her hand gently, signaling the girl to lower her hand.
"How is it, Master? Is my fortune good?" The girl was very nervous, more so than when she checked her college entrance exam scores.
"Above your Kan palace, where the Mingtang converges, there's a coffin pattern."
"A coffin pattern?" The girl raised her hand and looked at her palm in confusion.
"It's the lines below your little finger. Your lines are shaped like steps, which is what physiognomy calls a coffin pattern."
"Physiognomy isn't just about facial features; it includes palmistry too."
"Is this a good sign?" the girl asked softly.
Zhao Yan shook her head. "A coffin pattern, a coffin pattern. A coffin is associated with death. This coffin pattern represents an extremely ominous sign."
"Miss, you might be in for some bad luck recently."
"Wuwuwu, Master, don't scare me. I'm scared!"
Zhao Yan's words had frightened the girl into tears.
Many netizens quickly raised their hands and looked at the spot Zhao Yan mentioned. Fortunately, they didn't see the pattern Zhao Yan described, and they couldn't help but feel relieved.
"Don't cry. Sister Zhao, you're too blunt. You scared her," Wu Jiaxin whispered.
Zhao Yan shrugged. When reading fortunes, one had to be direct and clear.
Indeed, she hadn't considered the girl's capacity to handle the news.
"Wuwuwu, what should I do? I'm the only one in the dorm. What if I fall off my bed and hit my head?"
"Wuwuwu, I'm afraid to even get out of bed."
"I wish I had chosen the lower bunk."
"Dad, Mom, your precious daughter is leaving."
While crying, the girl tore open a bag of snacks beside her, chewing them with a crunching sound, and then continued to cry...
Seeing the girl cry, the viewers, who should have been sympathetic, found it too comical.
Zhao Yan remained silent, waiting for her to finish crying.
"M-Master, I'm sorry. I like to eat when I'm sad," the girl said, wiping her tears. Her mood gradually stabilized a little.
"Master, is there still hope for me?"
Her gaze was fixed on Zhao Yan, as if she were looking at a life-saving straw.
"Your fortune is only temporarily affected. You just need to get through that special period."
"Although I don't know when this great misfortune will occur, as long as you are vigilant and stay in a safe place, try not to go out at night."
"For example, you could fortify your room like a metal shell and hide inside to get through the dangerous period, and you'll be fine."
"Thank you, thank you," the girl said, bowing repeatedly.
"You're welcome. Please be careful," Zhao Yan said.
"My living expenses this month are only 1,500 yuan. I spent it on clothes, and I have over 700 yuan left. After deducting essential living expenses, Master, I can only afford to send you two 'airplanes.' I'll make it up next time, I promise!" the girl said earnestly, as if making a solemn vow.
Zhao Yan couldn't help but chuckle. "No, no, this is a benefit for our 100,000 followers. You don't need to send gifts."
"Also, friends under the age of eighteen in the livestream, please do not give gifts to the streamer."
Zhao Yan's reminder had the opposite effect; a few more 'airplanes' appeared in the livestream.
"Thank you to 'I am Crayon Shin-chan' for the two big airplanes."
"Thank you to 'Master, lend me your underwear for three days' for one big airplane."
"Thank you, 'I ate Master's chewed gum' for three big airplanes."
"Thank you all, thank you for your support," Zhao Yan said softly.
"Green mountains remain, clear waters flow, we shall meet again! Bye-bye!"
"Don't go, Master, draw a few more."
"Master, come back soon!"
"I was planning to watch Master's livestream while eating. Now my meals don't taste as good."
Zhao Yan turned off the livestream, stretched, and rubbed her eyes. Staring at her phone for so long had made them sore.
"Xinxin, what was our livestream revenue today?" Zhao Yan asked.
Wu Jiaxin replied, "That uncle tipped us 2,500 yuan, that young man tipped a super rocket worth 2,000 yuan, and the six 'airplanes' in the livestream totaled 600 yuan. The total is 5,100 yuan."
"Donate three thousand one hundred, and keep two thousand," Zhao Yan said.
Reading fortunes easily revealed heavenly secrets. Without donating some money, it might shorten her lifespan, especially after seeing the girl's ominous fortune.
"Then, to which organization should we donate?"
"Let's donate to an organization that searches for trafficked children. We wish that lost and trafficked children can return home soon," Zhao Yan said.
"Okay." Wu Jiaxin searched and quickly found one, then donated the three thousand one hundred yuan.
"Alright, Sister Zhao, please take a look." Wu Jiaxin handed Zhao Yan a screenshot of the donation.
"Mm, good," Zhao Yan nodded.
Wu Jiaxin asked, "Sister Zhao, should we post this donation screenshot on our feed so fans can see this side of us? It would increase our impression."
Zhao Yan waved her hand. "No need. If we do it like that, it won't be as pure."