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Tang Xia opened her eyes and a grey shadow fell into her eyes. After ten more seconds, her eyesights turned clear and she felt a piece of coolness on her wrist. She lowered her head, finding that the blood diamond was on her slender wrist.

Tang Xia fell into a trance for a while. She did not recover her mind until she heard the knocking of the live broadcast room.

The door was opened. A young staff appeared by the door, conveying an order. “Miss Tang, the boss asks you to go to his conference room.”

The boss was still in a meeting. Tang Xia had to sit there to have a rest and wait. She looked through her phone and clicked into a live broadcast room.

“I can’t help but vomit that the standards for our company to recruit anchors have been so relaxing now. Could a Virgin Mary without any capability start the live broadcast?”

“She even showed mercy to a group of virtual data. It’s her choice to lose her life in the fake world, but don’t lose the faces of our company’s anchors, OK?”

“Such a style of this idiot even attracted a bunch of visitors. What’s wrong with people now? Did the style of Virgin Mary revive again?”

“The newcomers are all good-for-nothing indeed!”

On the screen, a young man was screaming in the broadcast room. He wore a black casual suit with a sly look on his face. It was a star anchor of Time-travel Broadcast Space, the meanest criticizer Sinan.

A title was rolling in his broadcast room—Diss Virgin Mary

In fact, the Virgin Mary he was dissing was not someone else but Tang Xia, who was watching his live broadcast.

The comments on the bullet screen were rolling times faster. Tang Xia roughly looked through, finding that most of them were following Sinan to satirize her. A few good comments to her were sunk in the flood of bullet screen quickly.

Tang Xia was somewhat frustrated. Maybe she was really not suitable to be an anchor. She could not just regard the characters in the novel world as a series of data.

They would be upset, would cry, would hurt, and would blood. They were living people, not objects that could be casually smothered.

“You don’t have to care much about their comments.” A cold voice turned out near Tang Xia.

She raised her head, meeting a pair of dark eyes.

It was Tang Xia’s idol, Ye Yifan.

Ye Yifan wore a black casual jacket, leaning against the corner of the room and smoking. A dark cap was on his head, covering his light-white hair and his cold eyes. He seemed to be a teenager at 17 or 18 years old.

Tang Xia was a little shocked and had never expected that she would meet her idol in such an embarrassing situation.

Ye Yifan’s facial features were clearer than he was in the screen, but his body also spread out cold aura which forced people dared not to come near.

“I watched your live broadcast replay.” A mist of smoke came out of Ye Yifan’s mouth, blurring his cool face. “Although it can’t be said to be perfect, you generally have settled your own style.”

Hearing his words, Tang Xia could not help laughing at herself and said, “But most of the visitors can’t understand me. They think that an anchor should not have extra feelings to the characters in the novel world.”

Ye Yifan glanced at her with no expression. “So, what should an anchor do? Playing tricks or showing schemings? Treating the characters in the virtual world with an arrogant attitude? No one is a fool. He could tell whether you have put your emotions in or not.”