Jiang Jian Yue crumpled the tissue into a ball and tossed it into the trash bin already piled with paper balls.
Then she leaned back against the chair, her lips exhaling a lingering breath.
She closed the image viewer on her computer screen and lazily picked up the phone beside her desk.
Suddenly, a LINE notification sounded—Kaori Onishi had sent a message in the group chat.
Jiang Jian Yue noticed her LINE profile picture had changed to a photo of her and Osaka Castle.
“Jiang-senpai, Yuuki-kun, it’s such a pity you two didn’t go to Osaka! Even though it was just half a day, we had a super~fun time! I even brought souvenirs for you~ (heart)”
Below the message was a carefully taken photo: several beautifully packaged pastries, looking delicious under the filter.
Jiang Jian Yue clicked on the image, enlarged it, and examined it for a few seconds. Subjectively, it seemed like ordinary cake.
“I’m really looking forward to the Hokkaido trip the day after tomorrow! Hot springs! Snow! Gourmet food!”
A long string of emojis and emoticons followed.
Almost at the same time, a chat box popped up next to Yuki Asahi’s icon.
He seemed uninterested in souvenirs or sightseeing, more concerned about whether the issue had been resolved: “Is the matter settled?”
“Hmph, with me on the scene, is there anything that can’t be solved? I even carried our Supernatural Club’s banner into Osaka!”
“Don’t mention that! It’s embarrassing!”
Saori Saiyonji retorted.
Jiang Jian Yue wasn’t curious about what happened; the anime would definitely cover it later anyway.
“Ara? Saiyonji-kun, do you feel embarrassed because Yayoi-chan stole the spotlight? What’s so hard to talk about, wwww”
“So noisy!”
Imai Yayoi…
What kind of spotlight does her healing ability have?
“Let’s just plan the travel itinerary.”
Jiang Jian Yue typed this sentence on the screen.
Compared to this group of kids excitedly immersed in the anticipation of the trip, thinking they could just pack up and go, her considerations were obviously much more thorough.
As everyone knows, in Japan—especially during peak tourist seasons—booking a hotel is a task as difficult as snagging tickets on Damai.com.
Rooms in popular destinations are routinely booked out months in advance.
However, due to recent global turmoil, the number of tourists had sharply declined, and tourism economies in all countries were suffering.
Booking a hotel should be a bit easier now.
“Can Imai-chan come?”
Jiang Jian Yue suddenly thought of something and asked.
Imai Yayoi had been lurking, her icon always present above the messages but never speaking.
“Uh… I didn’t mention going on a trip with you all at first, so I was rejected…”
“But when I reported the names of the two senpais, my father agreed easily.”
“So… I can go.”
“Oh oh! That’s great! Hokkaido GO!”
“I’ll book the hotel first.”
The LINE group chat gradually shifted to discussing the travel itinerary.
Jiang Jian Yue tossed her phone aside—any unexpected incidents during the trip could probably be settled with the power of money.
Her gaze turned to the display in front of her, glancing at the camera setup and the newly connected sub-screen—she was about to prepare for a test broadcast.
Jiang Jian Yue followed the tutorial to set up the software, nodding and swaying as she fiddled with her avatar.
Because her real expression was rather flat, she raised the sensitivity a bit.
Looking at the “Mysterious Button” among the preset actions, Jiang Jian Yue pressed it curiously.
On the screen, the avatar named Cuiyue’s cute face instantly collapsed, eyes rolling up exaggeratedly, tongue sticking out slightly, cheeks flushing unnaturally, and both hands making “V” signs.
“…………”
I’m not paying for things like this! –Though I haven’t paid yet.
Slightly regaining her composure, Jiang Jian Yue opened Live Princess.
Even as someone who had endured corporate life, Jiang Jian Yue couldn’t help feeling a little nervous.
To muster some courage, she sent a message to the group about her upcoming broadcast.
[Moon Guard 001 received!]
[Don’t let your small group vibes scare away newcomers.]
[Got it, I’m a pure and cute person. Wait for me to change into my genshi Silver Scarf outfit first.]
Until she clicked the live button and the pink button turned into a timer.
Jiang Jian Yue’s mind went blank, with no idea what to say.
Only the Cuiyue avatar kept shaking its head on screen, smiling—a smile not even a pseudo-human like Jiang Jian Yue could deliberately make.
The livestream room quickly filled with familiar pink software IDs from the small group, as well as a number of ordinary viewers drawn by the broadcast notice.
Jiang Jian Yue wanted to say hello, but it was as if a thick wad of phlegm was stuck in her throat—she couldn’t make a sound.
[Is this a silent stream? Interesting.]
[Husband, say something!]
[What an ero avatar.]
Time passed, second by second.
Only the cute, silent Cuiyue avatar remained on screen, bobbing its head, as the scrolling comments gradually shifted from enthusiastic to sparse and even puzzled.
After about ten minutes of silence, only three hundred people were left in the room.
Three hundred concurrent viewers—already a lot.
“H-hi everyone. I’m… Cuiyue…”
In the end, Jiang Jian Yue endured the embarrassment and forced the words out with a strained voice.
[Eh? So it’s a Japanese V?]
[Can’t understand, I’m leaving.]
[Is there a simultaneous translation expert here?]
[Sounds a bit stammered.]
Yes, Jiang Jian Yue was using Japanese.
This was a strategy offered by the group’s tacticians—Jiang Jian Yue’s Sakura Girl status should be put to good use.
As a result, when viewers realized they couldn’t understand, dozens more left.
Jiang Jian Yue comforted herself—it was her first stream, and this result was already pretty good!
To grow the account, she’d definitely need highlight clips to attract more viewers.
She stumbled through the planned script, explaining the origins of the account—operated in collaboration with Kikyo Kaguya, with herself in charge of filming.
Though in reality, most of the second clip was shot by Dream Child, who had actual photography skills, while her own footage was a bit shaky.
By the time she finished the script with her head down, the viewership had dropped to a hundred.
Damn it!
Although there were some small gifts during the stream, not a single person subscribed!
Not even one.
So the rich guys who drop huge donations in livestreams only exist in wish-fulfillment novels?
Jiang Jian Yue comforted herself again—this was just a test broadcast. No need to panic, it’s just a technical adjustment.
While forcing herself to make conversation with viewers, she glanced at the small group chat.
[What kind of J Chu gibberish is this?]
[Can’t understand desuwa]
“Do I need to keep pretending?”
[Of course you do—if you get exposed, you’ll become Dongyang Xuelian.]
[Wait! Aren’t you a Sakura Girl to begin with?]
That’s right, I’m a Sakura Girl.
[Test broadcast doesn’t matter. Leave it to me later—just answer some questions from the chat.]
One of the avatar community pros in the group instructed her in clear Japanese.
Jiang Jian Yue calmed down a bit and began pretending to be a Sakura Girl, answering some “machine-translated” questions from viewers.
“Meal…I ate…”
“I had a macaron…”
Of course it was a lie, but Jiang Jian Yue couldn’t recall what Sakura Girls typically ate, so she just made something up.
Everyone knows Sakura Girls are famous overseas for not eating proper meals.
“Eh, special effects? Not… special effects, it’s… superpowers…”
“Shou Lin Qin… COS? She’s… not here… oh…”
She had to be careful with her words, avoiding anything inappropriate.
Jiang Jian Yue’s voice was light and drawn out, making people drowsy—like listening to ASMR.
[Streamer, streamer, what do you think about Emi Jiang and Yuuki-kun’s underground relationship?]
This ID looked familiar…it was the group member who always clamored for CP content!
“I’m with the Kaori Faction.”
Jiang Jian Yue replied without thinking, then muted the account.
Seriously, coming to Cuiyue-neesan’s stream to look for CP?
After about twenty minutes of chatting, most people had left. Jiang Jian Yue ended the stream and curled up in her computer chair—a short twenty minutes that would take a long time to recover from.
She felt like she’d used up all the words she’d ever say in her life.
***
When Koji Hattori arrived on the fifth floor, he happened to see the exhausted Missy, curled up in a large chair in self-isolation.
Ah…
Princess Yue is way too cute here.
He saw Jiang Jian Yue hear the commotion behind her and spin the chair around.
“Missy, I request permission to safeguard your Hokkaido journey!”
Koji Hattori quickly collected his goofy expression and declared righteously—then immediately bent over under Jiang Jian Yue’s garbage-scanning gaze.
“We’re a group of youthful kids going on a trip. Wouldn’t bringing an Oji-san along ruin the mood?”
“…Actually, it was Morita the Guan Jia’s order, but I’d still love to protect Missy.”
Koji Hattori glanced at his phone, looking a bit aggrieved.
That Morita guy just didn’t want to get blamed himself, so he sent you instead.
You really need to learn the ways of human interaction—start with books like Gui Gu Zi, Wolf’s Way, and Human Nature’s Weaknesses.
Jiang Jian Yue’s gaze softened a little—Koji Hattori wasn’t as hopeless as she’d thought.
“And… you’re all underage. Many hotels won’t let you stay without an adult present, so it’s better to have someone supervising.”
This point had slipped Jiang Jian Yue’s mind—many Japanese hotels are strict. Or rather, law-abiding?
They won’t let minors check in alone.
She instinctively thought of herself as an adult, completely overlooking this fact.
Even the oldest among them, Saori Saiyonji, wasn’t of age.
So, she nodded slightly, agreeing to Koji Hattori’s request, and typed on her phone: “The day after tomorrow, you’re still on break, right? Are you really willing to give up your vacation?”
Jiang Jian Yue knew Koji Hattori was a loner now, unable to contact family and just spending his time alone during holidays.
But if someone promises to help during a holiday, you can’t just call them up and say, “Xiao Si, come work overtime this afternoon.” Only a J Chu would do such a thing.
Koji Hattori pounded his chest with a fist, producing a dull thud, then shouted awkwardly in Chinese: “If there’s a war, I will answer the call, and victory will be certain!”
“..?”
Koji Hattori quickly grinned: “Missy sometimes likes using Chinese, so I’ve been studying lately.”
I haven’t even started B-Limited Chinese lessons, and you’re already ahead?
But isn’t your Chinese textbook a bit odd?
Jiang Jian Yue realized she should use less Chinese in the future, especially for secrets she didn’t want outsiders to understand.
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