Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

Chapter 33: New Skill: End Stream Quickly

"Thank you to this online friend for the gift, and thanks to everyone for your presents. This song is called ’Trotting Horse.’ To show my gratitude, I’ll perform another act for you all! It’s a new skill I’ve learned!"

As Jiang Siming said this, the audience became even more expectant.

"What kind of skill? Is it singing again?"

"I want to hear ’Trotting Horse’ again!"

"It’s indeed an original song, amazing!"

"What’s this skill? We won’t agree if there’s no exciting ’Trotting Horse’!"

"Ming, you’re my husband now!"

More than nine million viewers stared at the live broadcast, eager to see what Jiang Siming’s special skill was.

But suddenly, the live stream went black!

Only then did everyone realize that Jiang Siming had ’tricked’ them.

"Seriously! You learned to end a stream so swiftly on your first day?"

"Ming, you naughty thing! pouty noises"

"Over nine million viewers, and you just end it? So capricious!"

"Ming, you’re mischievous. Does your family know?"

"Ming! Come back! If you leave like this, will I be able to sleep tonight?"

"Please, let me hear ’Trotting Horse’ once more!"

However much the audience begged, Jiang Siming didn’t reappear. He only sent a chat message saying he was too tired today and would continue tomorrow.

Reluctantly, the audience gave up. Before leaving, they hit the follow button, hoping to receive a notification when Jiang Siming started streaming again.

Getting up from his seat, Jiang Siming stretched lazily. He had live-streamed the entire day and was indeed tired.

"Senior, I never expected you to be such a popular streamer," Wang Xinyi, who had been waiting at the door, finally spoke as Jiang Siming ended the stream.

"Ah, it’s nothing. It’s just that more people showed up today," Jiang Siming modestly replied.

Wang Xinyi wasn’t fixated on that; instead, she shifted the conversation to the song "Trotting Horse." Music was what intrigued her the most.

"Senior, did you really write ’Trotting Horse’?"

Jiang Siming calmly nodded, feeling completely at ease. He had a clear conscience. It was how fate arranged it, not his fault.

"Senior, if you have time in the future, could you teach me composition? I also want to write songs, but I’m not very talented and can’t seem to compose anything."

Wang Xinyi pleaded with Jiang Siming earnestly.

"I just wrote it randomly, nothing really presentable."

Wang Xinyi blushed and buried her head into the pillow, then couldn’t resist peeking out and snuggling into Jiang Siming’s embrace.

"Senior... I like you..."

This was Wang Xinyi’s belated confession. She wanted to say it last night, but it was too overwhelming, and Jiang Siming didn’t give her the chance for this heartfelt moment.

"From now on, you’re a part of my family, alright?"

"Okay..." Wang Xinyi responded meekly.

Looking at the lovely figure before him, Jiang Siming felt another surge of emotion.

"Ouch... Senior..."

Fortunately, Wang Xinyi’s words brought Jiang Siming back to his senses. He remembered that he had been too rough on this girl who was experiencing this for the first time.

The bedsheet stained with blood from last night was still on the floor, a reminder that cooled Jiang Siming’s heated emotions.

"You rest a little more; I’ll prepare breakfast for you." Jiang Siming spoke gently.

"Okay, thank you, Senior~" Wang Xinyi sweetly replied, brimming with happiness.

Jiang Siming got up and prepared breakfast, and Wang Xinyi started feeling a bit better, the pain subsiding.

However, when Jiang Siming entered the room, he noticed that the bedsheets were gone.

After breakfast, Wang Xinyi went to class.

Though still a bit uncomfortable, it wasn’t anything serious.

The happiness outweighed the current physical discomfort, so she didn’t pay much attention to the pain.

With nothing else to do, Jiang Siming began examining the Audi RS7 he had collected yesterday - it would be his first car in life!

"Use fragments!"

Jiang Siming silently said to himself.

"Successful use, placed in the community parking lot."

In Jiang Siming’s hand, there was now an exquisite and cool black car key, adorned with Audi’s four-ring emblem.

Dressed and ready, Jiang Siming hurried downstairs to the community parking lot.

Pressing the car key, a pleasing sound echoed in the parking lot’s center.

Jiang Siming ran over and saw, among a pile of ordinary cars, even the most expensive reaching only a million, an exceptionally conspicuous black ’Cheetah’ resting there!

A strong impact hit him—the car resembled a fierce beast in the night, with a black honeycomb-style front grille, giving the car an aggressive front face.

The black carbon-fiber styled front bumper, lip, wind knife, and side skirts indicated that this was not an ordinary coupe but a genuine violent beast of Austrian descent!"