The Young Matriarch

Chapter 309: Chapter 309: The Grand Entrance of the Ancestral Patriarch
 

And the number of viewers is still skyrocketing!

Bai Chuwei saw that her class group was also receiving the same message from their English teacher, who was mandating every student to watch the live stream.

Although Chuwei didn’t think highly of English, considering she had been writing Chinese characters for so many years, who could deny that English was currently the most widely used language? Even many scholarly materials were written in English.

So… the situation was getting a bit out of control.

High school English teachers from various schools began frantically notifying their students to join the live stream, with some even resorting to calling each student personally.

Even the freshman and sophomore students received the notice.

Did you think middle school students could escape?

All of them got the notice, to go to the live stream room to listen to a story told by an Immortal Teacher!

Some teachers even assigned English homework—Why did Katy die?

Some adults who didn’t study English joined the live stream simply to listen to the story. They were itching with curiosity—how exactly did Katy die? Although they came for the story… they belatedly realized they were also remembering vocabulary words.

With interest, Bai Chuwei stroked her chin and watched as the online viewer count soared effortlessly past one hundred million.

Her live stream room was in chaos, with barrage comments completely dominating the screen and students sending gifts like crazy, saying it was their tuition fees. The notifications in the background were ringing non-stop.

This was the spectacle befitting the appearance of an ancestor!

Clearing her throat, Bai Chuwei spoke with a smile that held no limit, “Classmates, we shall now continue… Huh?”

The moment the online viewer count in the live streaming room surpassed one hundred million, it crashed.

All the viewers stared at their blackened screens, tapping repeatedly!

No response.

Damn—this goddamn Salty Fish Video!

It had to stop working at the crucial moment.

All of the Salty Fish Video staff were stunned… completely panicked, truly they were.

Within just a few minutes, a crazy influx of new users surged in. The Salty Fish Video app was frantically downloaded from various app stores, with new users continuously registering. Who could withstand this? No server could handle such pressure.

Even the verification of the Chen Family Conjecture on Salty Fish Video yesterday hadn’t caused such a scare.

A bunch of programmers shivered uncontrollably: There was another issue with the backend, and they worried if Mr. Duan was going to fire them now.

Bai Chuwei waited for a good while and, finding that there was no fix, her enthusiasm waned.

It wasn’t her fault; she had written a complete mystery short story with 3500 words in one go, yet who knew that this lousy software would be so unreliable.

Sure enough, the crash of Salty Fish Video went straight to the top of trending searches. The official Weibo account helplessly announced it would take at least three hours to fix, instantly prompting a wave of complaints from the public.

[I Want to Be Rich: Damn, it’s disrupting my passion for learning.]

[Won’t Change My Name if I Don’t Get into a University: The name Immortal Teacher is really well deserved. The thing I dread the most is memorizing words, but the Immortal Teacher just used those words to write a mystery story, and I remembered all of them!]

[Hooligan: What’s all this about an Immortal Teacher? I’ll go have a look too.]

…

Chuwei guessed today was not going to work out and exited Salty Fish Video, only to see that Duan Feihan had sent a voice message three minutes ago:

“You’ve worked hard. I’ve ordered something you like for you.”

Bai Chuwei was a bit surprised, could it be that the delivery person from before was bringing her takeout?

Although she practiced Fasting and didn’t need to eat or drink, but… it was still nice to feel remembered by someone.

Feeling satisfied, Bai Chuwei headed downstairs and saw Auntie Chen, the housekeeper, going to help receive the takeout.

The delivery guy asked, “Is this takeout for Miss Bai? Will you be signing for it?”

Auntie Chen nodded, took the yellow paper bag, and knowing it was for Bai Chuwei after seeing “Attic” written in the remarks, assumed Bai Chuwei had ordered it.

It felt as if something in the paper bag suddenly moved, and Auntie Chen shrieked in alarm, “Ah—”

The whole paper bag fell to the ground, its contents rolling out.

A white hamster with a giant chicken leg strapped to its back scurried towards the staircase entrance.