novelraw Chapter 503 - 308: Tournament? Why Don’t You All Come at Once
Chapter 503 - 308: Tournament? Why Don’t You All Come at Once
Apart from Rain’s account, Butler Loxley, Pedro Langley, and Henry Chapman all registered today.
Butler Loxley sent a hundred flying rockets.
The number sent by Pedro Langley and Henry Chapman is hard to estimate, since these two accounts started competing in the live stream, reaching one or two hundred and still not stopping.
Because Pedro Langley and Henry Chapman’s nicknames are simple and straightforward, it’s hard to tell the truth, but such actions truly left the millions of viewers speechless.
They went at it for ten minutes.
The popularity of the livestream shot up to twenty million.
Netizens quickly filled the screen with comments—
[@Camilo Nogueira, this is your cue.]
[@Camilo Nogueira, this is your cue.]
[@Camilo Nogueira, this is your cue.]
...
Nora Scott propped her chin up with one hand, watching them with a calm expression as they scrolled through the comments.
Butler Loxley and Pedro Langley...
It’s possible it’s real.
To confuse the public, to prevent netizens from going wild over the "confirmed" situation with Miguel Smith.
But—
Where did Henry Chapman come from?!
Henry Chapman doesn’t even play with social media much, let alone livestreams.
Usually, Henry Chapman is too lazy to pay attention to her. How could he now be sitting in a livestream room, watching her snack on melon seeds, and know how to give gifts?
"Nora!"
"God Z!"
"Ask them to stop, don’t send more gifts."
The program team halted the filming and came to remind Nora.
They all had livestream rooms outside the camera, with dedicated staff stationed there to prevent any issues that might arise during the livestream, to handle them promptly.
So, upon seeing the screen filled with gifts, they immediately notified the entire program team.
The program team was collectively dumbfounded.
Christopher Sullivan quickly passed on the message, asking Nora to remind them—
Stop sending gifts.
All this fuss brought attention, but it was truly a waste of money.
It’s unnecessary.
Nora put down the melon seeds in her hand, took another sip of water, and finally spoke, "Take a break, aren’t your hands hurting?"
What she said really worked.
The gifts flooding the screen suddenly stopped.
Audience: "..."
Program team: "..."
Isn’t that a bit too obedient?
What exactly is this chaotic yet interesting relationship?
...
The livestream ended after Clement Winter, the first disciple, received a transportation tool and finished transporting the water from the tank.
Clement Winter and the first disciple’s group smoothly won this livestream’s reward with a popularity of nearly thirty million.
However, the end of the livestream did not mean the end of the matter—
#Thelavishgifting#
#Nora’sboyfriend#
#HenryChapmanappearsonNoralivestream#
...
In summary, a series of trending topics emerged around "Nora’s ambiguous relationships with several men." The initially quiet "Nora’s boyfriend" topic was once again dug up.
The four major CPs were all being hyped up fiercely.
The Jiangsheng CP (Miguel Smith, Nora), the Zhongsheng CP (Henry Chapman, Nora), the Lingsheng CP (Pedro Langley, Nora), and the Yansheng CP (Camilo Nogueira, Nora) all emerged out of nowhere.
Although Miguel Smith, Henry Chapman, and Pedro Langley appeared to flood the livestream, a small number of netizens secretly speculated that these three were just Nora’s friends, covering up her real relationship with Camilo Nogueira.
In short, netizens have endless imagination; as long as they can link the relationship, it becomes a CP.
As a result of all this fuss, the supertopics for the four major CPs officially emerged, no longer a trifling matter, with fan numbers quickly exceeding ten thousand.
Of course, the program team is also filled with anticipation for this episode due to Nora’s performance.
For example—
How did Nora obtain the other three masters’ reward cards;
How did Nora escape the tracking of the three masters;
What was Nora doing when she wasn’t appearing in the livestream;
...
The enigmatic woman, making the audience look forward to her, hoping the broadcast day would come sooner.
*
Chapman Family.
With nothing to do at home, Mrs. Chapman closed the computer webpage after a certain livestream ended.
Then, she made a call to Henry Chapman.
"Mom."
Henry answered the call.
"Son, I just used your name to throw a few small gifts in Nora’s livestream room."
Admiring her beautiful manicure, Mrs. Chapman happily reminded, "If the media asks you, just admit it."
"...Oh."
Henry didn’t take it to heart.
Livestream gifting, under his name... doesn’t really matter.
Disconnected from the online world, Henry Chapman didn’t think it was anything worth specifically instructing about.
Mrs. Chapman smirked and hung up the phone with satisfaction.
What does it matter if they’re dating...
As long as the groundwork is laid thoroughly enough, once they break up, her son can easily swoop in and take advantage.
Mrs. Chapman eagerly thought.
*
Night fell.
After a whole day of recording for "City Secret," the guests were exhausted, and finally, it was time to wrap up that episode.
At the closing venue, all the guests were present, and four important NPCs were about to make their appearance one by one.
Before the recording started, the guests and NPCs moved around freely, casually chatting with each other.
"Where’s Nora Scott?"
Amid the small talk, an older guest asked.
As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere turned a bit odd.
Especially for the three masters, their faces fell instantly, and the image of wise, reclusive experts collapsed; each of them was fuming.
The guests were okay, except for Luna Durant, they had no quarrel with Nora Scott, and found her quite interesting and charming.
It’s true that Nora favored Clement Winter and the big apprentice’s group, and targeted Luna Durant and her young group, but she was still good to the other two groups, never making things difficult when they asked her for cards.
However—
They had heard about how she fooled the three masters.
And almost everyone had heard about the incident where some big shots blew up Nora’s temporarily managed livestream room with gifts.
An eSports god, a domineering CEO, a famous movie star...
Oh, and a celebrity grandpa supposedly her fan.
With these four identities backing Nora, they found it hard to see her as a regular artist. Naturally, they felt a bit distanced from her, hesitant to gossip or joke about Nora in public, lest it reached the ears of someone with ill intentions and caused trouble.
"The director team said there’s a bit of a traffic jam on the road, she’ll be here in a few minutes."
In the awkward atmosphere, the big apprentice proactively answered.
Luna Durant scoffed and complained coldly, "Keeping everyone waiting for her."
"..."
Everyone gave her a subtle glance, but no one took up her words.
In a corner, an assistant pulled Clement Winter aside.
"Don’t say anything!" the assistant warned, then kindly advised, "There’s still one episode left, just maintain a surface harmony with Luna Durant. Be good, listen to me, hold back a bit. Let’s not be trolls."
"Hmph."
Clement Winter pouted and turned his head.
"Don’t be mad."
Hearing the sound of cars approaching, the assistant pulled at him, pointing in another direction, "Look, look, your idol is here."
Clement Winter wasn’t one to stay angry for long, and as soon as the assistant diverted his attention, his earlier frustration vanished instantly.
Once the car stopped and Nora Scott got out, he was the first to rush over.
While they were all joyfully excited on this side, the three masters and Luna Durant over there wore expressions of discontent.
"Later, none of you hold back."
The Yong Chun Boxing master rolled up his sleeves, frowned, and with a darkened face, whispered to the other two masters.
The three of them had been played around by Nora Scott all day and were holding a belly full of anger.
"Hmph, mere Plum Blossom Fist."
"So young and already so audacious."
The other two made their statements one by one.
Their sinister gazes directed at Nora Scott carried a bit of viciousness.
...
All attendees gathered, and the program officially began recording.
Aside from Nora Scott, the other three were true "masters," possessing certain "Martial World status," so the program team took a few minutes to introduce their identities.
As for Nora’s turn...
The program team didn’t arbitrarily slap on labels and very honestly stated her "substitute" status.
"..."
Nora Scott was quite dissatisfied but couldn’t argue.
"Next is the final segment, and now each group’s points list has come out. However, as masters, a few of you have the chance to help the groups fight for points and save the day."
Deputy Director Coin raised a megaphone, detailing the rules from off stage.
The competition was in a tournament format.
The master with the highest group points would take the stage as the ringmaster, and the other three masters would take turns challenging; defeat one, and you win points.
Since in the livestream segment, Nora had helped Winter and the big apprentice’s group earn a considerable number of points, causing their group’s points to lead by a long stretch, it was only natural for Nora to defend the ring.
"Master, good luck!"
"Go, Nora, go!"
As soon as Deputy Director Coin finished speaking, Winter and the big apprentice turned into fanboys, cheering for Nora.
Under everyone’s gaze, Nora walked onto the open-air ring.
Below, the three masters exchanged glances, hesitating on who should go tame her.
But—
Nora didn’t give them a chance to hesitate.
"The three masters are getting up there in years; they’re probably past their peak levels."
Nora stood casually in the middle of the ring, her nonchalant tone drawing everyone’s attention.
The three masters hardened their expressions.
But she wasn’t finished.
Nora strolled forward, looking down upon them with a lazy gaze, a hint of contempt and disdain in her demeanor, an expression that fueled their fiery anger.
"I’m still young; I won’t bully you older folks or take advantage. So how about this—"
Pausing mid-sentence, Nora curved her lips and, in a light-hearted manner, threw down the challenge:
"Why don’t you all come at me together."