Tokyo: My obsession with China led me to become the king of Japanese entertainment.

When asked questions in the live chat, Jun Sakurada simply maintained his professional smile.

In the past year of operating his account on Huaxia and attracting fans, he has lost count of how many times he has answered similar questions. So answering them again is a piece of cake for him.

Given the precedent set by Lavrov, overly grandiose reasons, such as "I love China" or "I admire everything about China," are easily criticized as pretentious or performative.

Although Jun Sakurada's soul is indeed that of a genuine Chinese person, and he truly loves China far more than Japan, there's nothing he can do now that he's transmigrated into a Japanese person; he can only keep these thoughts to himself.

Saying things that are relatively practical but also imply praise and optimism for the Chinese player community, such as "the rapid development of the Chinese market is enviable," is more likely to win favor.

After all, his main job is a game producer, and being an internet celebrity is just a marketing tactic.

Yokai Survivor is innovative enough in terms of gameplay. Even without considering any marketing, spending around twenty yuan to buy such a game is definitely worth the money.

With his high-quality products, rather than blindly trying to please, genuine sincerity and equality are more likely to convince players of his true abilities.

However, just as Sakurada Jun was about to unleash his usual rhetoric, he seemed to notice something, his gaze sharpened slightly, and the smile on his face faded a bit.

Before the viewers could even react to what was happening, the live stream suddenly switched from the front camera to the rear camera, giving Sakurada Jun a first-person perspective.

What's going on? The audience was stunned.

In the scene, Jun Sakurada appears to be standing at a fairly wide zebra crossing on a street in Tokyo, where many people are waiting for the green light, including local office workers in suits, housewives, and tourists from all over the world carrying large backpacks.

As the red light turned green, Jun Sakurada began to move with the crowd, remaining silent throughout, leaving the audience wondering what he was doing.

Until that person suddenly appeared.

She appeared to be a middle-aged woman, dressed casually, wearing a mask that covered most of her nose, with her head slightly lowered, walking hurriedly with very long strides.

It was outside of working hours, so this rush seemed a bit abrupt.

Directly in front of this woman, a couple was holding the hand of a child who looked to be only five or six years old. The child was positioned diagonally in front of the middle-aged woman.

But the woman neither slowed down nor turned around, and just walked straight up to it.

"Thump!" With a slight but dull impact, the child staggered two steps and fell to the ground. At the moment of impact, everyone in the live broadcast room clearly saw the woman make a subtle elbowing motion.

But before the comments section could erupt, the woman continued to stride forward. This time, her target was a JK girl who was a little over 1.5 meters tall, wearing a mask and sunglasses, and dressed in a high school uniform.

"Bang." Without slowing down either, the woman, with her slightly larger size and the fact that she was caught off guard, also bumped into the girl, causing her to stumble.

As he lost his balance and fell to the ground, his black-rimmed glasses also fell to the ground. In the hurried flow of pedestrians, his chances of survival were slim.

the second.

Just as the viewers in the live stream were already dumbfounded, the middle-aged woman's rampage continued.

She increased her speed again, and this time, she charged straight towards Jun Sakurada.

Sakurada Jun, who had already sensed something was wrong with her, didn't flinch or dodge, but instead went straight to meet her.

then--

"Bang!" This time, the sound of the collision was much louder, and the woman could even faintly hear a buzzing sound like metal clashing.

Jun Sakurada's thin shoulders remained as firm as if cast in steel, despite the powerful run-up and impact from a slightly overweight middle-aged woman.

Even from the perspective of the viewers in the live stream, no one noticed any shaking in the image.

On the contrary, the woman who had hit the person was jolted back by the recoil and staggered, taking two steps back before falling to the ground.

Before the woman could react, she felt a hand gripping her wrist tightly through the fabric of her sleeve, like a giant clamp.

At the same time, she felt a chill on the lower half of her face; the mask had mysteriously disappeared.

The woman instinctively looked up in fear, revealing a tired, prematurely aged face that even makeup couldn't hide.

What greeted her was a phone with a rear camera, an extremely handsome face, and a pair of cold, emotionless eyes.

"It was intentional." Sakurada Jun switched back to Japanese, his tone cold and devoid of any doubt.

It wasn't until then that the live stream chat, belatedly realizing what was happening, began to erupt in chaos.

"Holy crap, is this woman crazy? She hit three people?"

"Is this guy crazy or what? What kind of operation is it to hit someone on the main road?"

"You even bumped into the streamer here, is it someone you know?"

Clearly, no one knew what kind of person this middle-aged woman who suddenly appeared was.

"Private Marseille! I'm so sorry! I was just in a hurry and accidentally bumped into you. I'm really sorry for the trouble!"

To everyone's surprise in the live broadcast room, the middle-aged woman who was arrested on the spot by Jun Sakurada neither struggled nor became hysterical, and did not even try to defend herself.

After scrambling to his feet, he repeatedly bowed and apologized, bending over at an angle of more than ninety degrees. The skill with which he performed the actions, the decisiveness of his bows, and the submissiveness of his tone were astonishing.

It was as if the ruthlessness and ferocity he displayed when he hit the person earlier had all been shattered by Jun Sakurada's impact.

Her pitiful and helpless voice, coupled with her face that was clearly battered by life, might have made viewers in the live stream think she was the victim if they hadn't watched the entire incident.

Seeing that she was still pretending to be stupid, Sakurada Jun didn't indulge her and just turned his head away indifferently.

"Waaah! Mommy..." The child's wailing came from behind. Judging from the accents of the couple with the child, they were also locals.

The child, who had been elbowed on the head, kneed, and then landed hard on his bottom on the main road, finally felt the pain and immediately burst into tears.

Along with this came the mother's soothing voice and the father's angry glare.

At the same time, the middle-aged woman felt that the pliers on her wrist seemed to loosen for a moment, and then tighten again.

And in that instant, Jun Sakurada had something in his hand.

Those were the glasses that the JK had just dropped after being bumped. Jun Sakurada clearly saw that a foot had just rushed straight towards its spot, ready to smash it to pieces in the next second.

Fortunately, Jun Sakurada, who awakened his succubus physique, has excellent athletic ability.

Meanwhile, the girl who had lost her glasses was still sitting on the spot, groping around. One of her knees seemed to be scraped and was bleeding.

All of this was captured clearly by Jun Sakurada's camera.

He finally turned his gaze back to the woman, his tone cold and tinged with a hint of mockery:

"This...is also the accident you mentioned?"