Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 320 012. Qi Tongshan (Part Two)
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Although everyone in front of the screen could understand Chinese, they seemed not to understand it at all.

Only Chixing Luan himself seemed to have foreseen this outcome, and his eyes showed little emotion.

The crowd seemed to understand what was strange about the girl.

Is this a blessing?
At first glance, it sounds like a curse, doesn't it?
"Ha, quite interesting." Wu Xiang chuckled. "Let's just take it as a special greeting."

As he spoke, lines of text floated across the screen.

The woman in front of the camera glanced at it briefly, without raising an eyebrow, first repeating the question, and then answering it.

"Sister, can I help you poop?"

She looked disgusted and retorted, "I'm pooping poop, do you want some or not?"

The next comment, gilded, floats by slowly:

"Sister, my sow is about to give birth. What do you think I should eat for lunch?"

The girl rolled her eyes, but still patiently said, "She gave birth? Congratulations! Even tigers don't eat their cubs. I suggest you don't eat her. Learn some postpartum care for sows and be good to your wife."

"Onee-chan, onee-chan, is your phone male or female?"

The girl stared at the screen and said in a lifeless tone, "I don't know if my phone is male or female, but to ask something like that, you definitely have to restore it to factory settings."

Wu Xiang chuckled, "What an interesting little girl."

Wen Xiang found it somewhat difficult to understand, pondered for a moment, and then asked:
"Why do these people get more and more excited as they curse?"

Qi Tongli was somewhat embarrassed: "It was Tongshan who embarrassed us."

"She seems to be in Zuojingdu."

Akira Akahoshi said.

"Isn't that perfect?" Wu Xiang patted Akahoshi Akira on the shoulder and said, "Since the capital is under your jurisdiction, let Akahoshi Akira take it back and entertain the guests. I won't concern myself with the rest."

Wu Xiang flipped his wrist, snapped open his folding fan, covered his mouth, and said, "The rest is up to you. This old body of mine needs a rest."

He slowly walked away, not forgetting to take Chi Xingluan with him before leaving, and said leisurely, "Luan, walk with me for a while."

"Yes." Chi Xingluan lowered his head, quietly followed Wu Xiang's steps, and left the study.

Wen Xiang, Chi Xinghuang, and Qi Tongli were left behind.

The three remained silent, while on the small touchscreen of Wen Xiang, the noise of the street and the sound of horns came through the speakers in the live broadcast room.

“Then—I will go back to Zuojingdu with General Chixing and find my unruly daughter first.”

Qi Tongli asked Wen Xiang for instructions.

"Hmm." Wen Xiang nodded, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

Chi Xingluan and Qi Tongli bowed to Wen Xiang and took their leave.

As the two walked down the corridor, Akashi Akira remained silent, while Qi Tongli, considering that the other party might be his in-law, felt it would be inappropriate not to be on good terms with him, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and find a topic to talk about.

"General Chixing, congratulations! Your son has inherited your composure and will surely become a pillar of the political world in the future. You have a worthy successor. Indeed, such things must be strictly cultivated from a young age."

“No, I’d rather he had never been in contact with him.” Akira Akahoshi’s face was ashen.

Sure enough... Qi Tongli's lips twitched slightly, but he couldn't say anything. He still couldn't stand this guy's serious demeanor.

Can only a perpetually stern father raise a humble and gentle young master? He thought of himself and his troublesome daughter, and couldn't help but feel a little self-deprecating.

Akira Akahoshi's square face is always upright and square. If he were in ancient times, he would definitely be the image of an incorruptible judge, always with a stern face, always looking like he is dealing with everyone in a businesslike manner, and it would be difficult to see what he is thinking from his eyes.

Thinking about it this way, Qi Tongli felt that Chi Xingluan seemed much easier to get along with than his father, and that his daughter wouldn't be too bad off if she really got along with him.

Thinking of his daughter, he suddenly felt a headache coming on.

live streaming?

That kind of thing is just too embarrassing, isn't it? Not to mention saying those strange things in the live stream.

Qi Tongli himself came from the military and was big and burly, which was fine, but it was different for girls. If they didn't know any manners, they would be labeled as "poorly raised" if other acquaintances saw them.

After parting ways with Akira Akahoshi, he got into his car and, after much deliberation, reluctantly opened his daughter's live streaming platform and registered an account.

In the live stream, Qi Tongshan wore light makeup and bore a striking resemblance to her mother. With her languid expression and earnest replies to the comments, she gained a considerable following among fans of her unique personality traits and became somewhat famous.

Various Chinese characters floated across the screen. Although Qi Tongli had studied it, it wasn't her native language, so she couldn't read it quickly. But Qi Tongshan clearly didn't have this problem. Her persona was that of a female college student studying in Japan, so obviously, she needed to be proficient in Chinese first.

Sometimes he wondered when his daughter's Chinese had become so good.
……

"Sister, sister, I just played a game with a 0-11 score as a Totsuka, and I mentioned your name. You're welcome!"

Qi Tongshan walked the streets of Zuojingdu, read the comment, seemed a little numb, and twitched his lips slightly, complaining: "Good heavens, so you're the only one named Xia Luo?"

Immediately, she scrolled down another comment and read:

"My sisters say my feet smell bad, can you let me smell them?"

"..."

She had barely finished reading when she rolled her eyes and was too lazy to even reply.

After thinking for a moment, the girl patiently replied in a completely unremarkable tone:
"If I say I have bad breath, can you give me some sine?"

"666."

"My sister scolded me!"

"Mom, love me one more time!"

Qi Tongshan seemed to be used to it all and paid no attention to these enthusiasts with special attributes.

The terrorist attack in neighboring Ukyoto has caused widespread panic here as well.

Almost every few steps, you can hear news reports on the homeowner's television from the window, with the anchor loudly reading out disaster relief information amidst the wailing sirens.

"Sister, can you give us a live broadcast of the terrorist attack from District 16?"

The comments section was encouraging them.

"Forget about live-streaming terrorist attacks, that won't affect my livelihood. I might consider live-streaming myself eating big plate chicken, though."

While she was talking, she knocked on the glass window in front of her, which clearly had the words "Zhanjiang White Cut Chicken, Sichuan-style Saliva Chicken, Shawan Big Plate Chicken, Cantonese Roast Duck, Longjiang Pig Trotter Rice" written in Chinese, but the shop name was "District 9 Rice Noodle Roll Shop".

"Wow, they're expanding their business, huh?"

Qi Tongshan clicked his tongue in amazement.

As she was speaking, she had already entered the store and glanced at the interior decoration.

If it weren't for the wallpaper, it would probably look even more shabby. There were some broken wooden tables, peeling paint on the stools, and an old lucky cat that was probably out of power and could no longer shake the "bring in wealth and treasures" charm in its paws.

A disheveled man was sitting with his back to her, looking up at the TV with great interest. Two other children, one older and one younger, who looked like they were in high school, were sitting on either side of him.

The TV is mounted on the wall so customers can see it right in front of them, but the receptionist has to turn around to see it.

What's unusual is that these three guys didn't even read the news.

They are watching SpongeBob SquarePants.

(End of this chapter)