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Shierye rolled her eyes at Feng Zejian.
“I am your master. How dare you have improper thoughts about your master? You unfilial disciple.”
"I'm innocent! In my eyes, my master is family too."
“You’re not wronged at all. I haven’t even said what you mean by ‘inappropriate thoughts,’ and you’re already saying you’re wronged. You clearly did have those thoughts, but you’re still trying to argue.”
Silent wind and marsh.
"Alright, you're the master, whatever you say is right, I won't argue with you."
Twelve Nights smugly hummed, "Hmph, that's more like it."
As Feng Zejian watched the group of girls moving around in the dressing room, he couldn't help but sigh, "Just thinking about seeing these beautiful girls' fashion show soon makes me so happy."
"Do you think this has nothing to do with you?"
Feng Zejian's eyes widened, and his eyebrows were slightly raised.
"What else do I need to do?"
"You're going on stage too."
Feng Zejian looked incredulous.
"Do I have to go on stage too?"
"Yes, I already told the live stream operators to spread the word that you would be participating in this farewell performance. Thanks to your popularity, 400,000 people have already booked the live stream."
Feng Zejian felt like he had been sold out.
“Master, you’re using me, you’re using me. My heart is breaking.”
"You've taken advantage of me enough already, haven't you?"
"I just want to earn more money so I can donate more."
Feng Zejian pondered for a moment.
"Master, you should leave some for yourself too."
Twelfth Night is very carefree.
"It's never too much to keep. When I was at my poorest, I lived on 100 yuan for a month. When I was at my most extravagant, I spent a million dollars in a week. Back then, poor people suddenly became rich and started to consume in a retaliatory manner."
"In my Paris apartment, looking at all the luxury items in the room, I felt no satisfaction, only emptiness."
“I thought I would be happy if I made enough money, but when I made a lot of money, I found that the money did not make me happy. My spirit was extremely empty. Only when I used the money to help children who could not afford to eat did my heart feel a little satisfied.”
Feng Zejian forced a smile and sighed softly, "Yes, we choose to help others because we see in them our own powerless selves when we were young."
"Even though we are no longer weak now, when we think back to ourselves back then, we can't help but want to cross time and space to lend them a hand, to tell them in their most desperate moments that they are not alone, that their future is bright, and that many people will love them, like them, and support them unconditionally."
"But we can't go back to the past. Regret is regret. We can't save ourselves from that time. We can only try our best to prevent more people from becoming like us."
Chapter 437 The Past of the Twelve Nights
As he spoke, Feng Zejian seemed to remember something.
“By the way, Master, I remember you seem to be an orphan. Did you never try to find your parents?”
Twelve Nights shook his head.
"No, I was abandoned by my parents. The day they abandoned me was my tenth birthday."
"They then used the excuse of going out to buy things for my birthday to leave."
“I hate them. Why didn’t they abandon me before I was old enough to understand, or abandon me after I was fully capable of taking care of myself? That would have made me feel better.”
“That winter was very cold. I remember I almost died that winter. My adoptive father saved me, but six years later, my adoptive father did not survive that winter.”
“He was beaten to death, or rather, he had been dead in the snow for several days. My adoptive father died in a snowdrift not far from the door.”
“My adoptive father was a man with a tragic fate. He married a woman he thought loved him, but in reality, she did not. Because of his trust, the woman cheated him out of all his money and went off to live a carefree life with another man.”
"It was this unfortunate person who saved me from collapsing in the snow and ice that winter."
"At that time, I thought that when I grew up, I would definitely repay him properly, but unfortunately he did not survive that winter."
"That little house was completely looted; all the valuables were taken away."
"But those people didn't get my adoptive father's most precious savings, which he had saved up day and night. It was the start-up capital for us to buy a new house and start a new life."
“My adoptive father has saved enough money, and I have also received an offer from a prestigious university. We both look forward to a bright future.”
"I quickly handled my father's funeral arrangements. I knew those people would come back."
"So I waited there for them until they fell into my trap."
"At that time, I realized that the people who killed my adoptive father were the same two scoundrels who had cheated him out of everything."
“That was the first time I killed someone, and I didn’t feel scared at all. Just like when I saw my adoptive father’s body lying on the snowdrift, I was completely calm.”
“I even found pleasure in them. The more they begged for mercy, the more excited I became, until they bled out their last drop of blood and exhaled their last breath.”
“I cut off the heads of that adulterous couple and placed them in front of my father’s grave. I took my father’s savings and left for a distant land, becoming who I am today.”
Feng Zejian took a deep breath.
"It's such a sad story, so sad that I wanted to call 110 (the police emergency number)."
Shierye rolled her eyes at Feng Zejian again.
"You unfilial disciple, your master is telling you the truth, and you're sending your master to the police station, aren't you?"
"hey-hey."
Twelve Nights glanced at the time.
"That's about enough, come with me."
"me."
"Yes, it's you."
Following behind Shierye, Fengzejian arrived at a 20-square-meter walk-in closet.
This is all men's clothing, and even the sizes have been altered for Feng Zejian.
"These are all prepared for you, they will fit perfectly, see which one you want to wear."
Feng Zejian scratched his head.
"I don't really have anything I want to wear. Just pick out a few outfits for me, like in those dress-up games. I'll just be a clothes hanger."
Twelve Nights smiled and began to ponder.
To be honest, Feng Zejian is over 1.8 meters tall, and his physique is impeccable. He's a great clothes hanger, and Shierye really does feel the urge to put together an outfit when she sees him.
"Then don't move. With my professional eye, I'll put together a few outfits for you that will attract the attention of all women."
For the live broadcast of this meal, Twelve Nights invited more than twenty top international hairstylists and makeup artists.
The dressing room was quite large, over 100 square meters, but with so many models, makeup artists, and hairstylists, the three groups together looked rather crowded.
These international hairstylists and makeup artists will tailor their work to each girl's unique features, bringing out their beauty to the fullest.
The live stream had already started, but the camera was off and there was no sound.
Suddenly, the signal in the live stream flashed, and Twelve Nights' pretty face appeared on the screen.
The comments section started to buzz.
While Twelve Nights was choosing accessories for Kazesawa, I saw the comments section.
"Apprentice, there are quite a few people criticizing you in the comments."
Feng Zejian disagreed.
"They're just envious. A bunch of people who've never even touched a woman's hand, who don't know how to work hard, who only fantasize, like rats spying on other people's happiness in the sewers every day."
Why bother arguing with them about these things?
The people in the live stream fell silent upon hearing Feng Zejian's words.
The trend of the comments section suddenly shifted.
"Brother, I was wrong, please don't scold me."
Twelve Nights couldn't help but laugh.
"The comments section is full of apologies to you."
"It's good that you know you were wrong. I'm happy today, so you can send out a lucky bag in your live stream. Whoever wins this lucky bag will receive one-on-one relationship advice from me."
Twelve Nights was somewhat worried.
"Can anyone participate in this?"
"It's up to them whether they want to participate or not. We'll post our own content, and it's their business whether they try to grab it or not."
Twelve Nights sent out a lucky bag containing the most basic live-streaming currency.
After distributing the lucky bags, Twelve Nights glanced at the number of participants in less than three seconds.
"Two hundred thousand people have already participated? That's even less likely than winning the lottery."
"Is finding a partner really that much better? Even if you win the lottery, you still have to pay taxes, be worried about by relatives and friends, and not be able to eat or sleep well."
Suddenly, Feng Zejian changed the subject.
"But if I had to choose, I'd still pick the lottery. But I guess I can participate in the lucky bag thing for fun."
The stylists and makeup artists began to further refine Fengzejian's work.
The comments section was filled with the same message: "Give me a win! Give me a win!"
Everyone really values this lucky bag.
Twelve Nights watched the countdown to the lucky bag; the draw was about to begin.
By this time, the number of participants had reached nearly a million. The probability of one in a million is much lower than winning the lottery.
"Apprentice, the lottery results are in."
Feng Zejian said calmly, "Get the person who won the prize on the microphone."
"wait."
Twelve Nights manipulated the situation, pulling the winner onto the microphone.
The microphone icon is a Hatsune Miku avatar.
It's highly likely to be a man.
There was a three-second silence on the other end, then the excited tone rose.
"Did I get it?"
Twelve Nights smiled and said, "Yes, this is a viewer with a Hatsune Miku avatar, but no name."
"With a one in a million chance, I really should buy a lottery ticket."
Twelve Nights forced a smile: "Well then, I suggest you go buy a lottery ticket and give it a try. If you don't need Feng Zejian's emotional guidance, I'll just pull you off the mic."
"No, it's not easy to win a prize, I should try it out."
Twelve Nights placed the phone, along with its stand, next to Kazesawa.
Aside from not being able to move around too much, there's nothing wrong with Feng Zejian.
Chapter 438 Don't tarnish the reputation of anime and manga.
"What emotional problems does this lucky audience member have?"
There was a pause on the other end.
"I don't actually have any emotional problems, I just wanted to get involved."
Feng Zejian glanced at the profile picture and then said:
"Judging from your profile picture, you must be a male anime/manga otaku."
Upon hearing this, the person on the microphone sounded somewhat agitated.