Chapter 65: Live Broadcast

Chapter 65: Live Broadcast

The three of them dragged their luggage toward the breakfast shop, where the owner was frying Fried Dough Sticks. The moment she saw them, she recognized Xia Jin and asked, "Aren’t you that celebrity, Xia Jin?"

"Yes, Auntie," Xia Jin replied with a smile.

"What would you like to eat?" the owner asked cheerfully.

"Auntie, we don’t have any money. Could we—"

Before Xia Jin could finish, the owner laughed and said, "I know, I know! You’re filming that... show, right? So you don’t have money. It’s on me."

"Thank you, Auntie. You’re so kind," Tang Ting said.

"My daughter likes you, Xia Jin," the auntie said excitedly as she handed them Steamed Buns and Milk.

An Wen simply stood by, smiling.

Just then, a few girls buying breakfast walked over and gasped in surprise when they saw Xia Jin and the others.

"Xia Jin!"

"And Tang Ting!"

Xia Jin was an actor whose popularity had skyrocketed after several hit projects, making him a household name. Tang Ting, on the other hand, was a singer-dancer who rose to fame through online variety shows. Though he was also a popular figure, his recognition was mostly limited to younger netizens. As for An Wen, she had no notable works to her name—her only claim to fame was that one episode of Heartbeat Prince, so her public recognition was even lower.

However, An Wen was now widely known online as a stunning beauty, and most netizens recognized her.

Upon hearing they had no money, the girls immediately offered to treat them.

One of them handed a Fried Dough Stick to An Wen and said, "An Wen, you’re so beautiful."

She really was breathtaking. The photos and videos online didn’t do justice to the delicate features of her face, especially those mesmerizing peach-blossom eyes. Her hair was tied into a ponytail with a hairband, revealing her graceful swan-like neck, and her posture was impeccable—straight-backed and elegant.

So incredibly beautiful!

An Wen accepted the Fried Dough Stick and smiled gently at the girl. "Thank you!"

"No need to thank me!" Oh my, she looked even prettier when she smiled.

The girl suddenly felt a pang of regret—she had once mindlessly joined in the online hate toward someone so lovely and pure.

As Xia Jin and the others walked while eating, Tang Ting suddenly asked, "We’re not actually walking to the airport, are we?"

"No way! By the time we get there, the plane would’ve already left," An Wen said.

When they reached a Bus Stop, Xia Jin suggested, "How about we take the bus?"

"No, the bus departs at 5:20. Who knows how long it’ll take to get here, and buses are slow," An Wen countered.

The production team was truly ruthless, scheduling a flight for 6:00.

Just as the three of them were at a loss, a car pulled up in front of them—it was one of the girls who had bought breakfast earlier.

"Let me drive you," she offered.

"Thank you!" Overjoyed, the three of them got in, and the car sped toward the Airport.

By the time An Wen and the others arrived, it was only 5:30, making them the first team there. Soon after, Zhao Ning’s team arrived, while He Jie’s team was the last to show up—though they made the grandest entrance, arriving in three cars.

All three teams boarded the Airplane.

Meanwhile, photos and videos of their morning encounter with passersby were uploaded online, quickly climbing several Hot Search lists.

[Damn, even newcomers like An Wen with no works can get on Running Without Limits now?]

[These three’s visuals are seriously unbeatable. Even if they’re not that famous, their looks are top-tier.]

["An Wen probably joined the variety show to promote 'Ding Qian Kun.' Can we ease up on the malice toward beautiful women?"]

["In the video, Xia Jin takes such good care of An Wen!"]

["What a gorgeous pair—Xia Jin and An Wen’s visuals are so well-matched!"]

["Compared to Xia Jin, Tang Ting’s looks just don’t measure up."]

...

The Guardian Army had been without news of An Wen for a long time, so they were thrilled when they learned she’d joined "Running Without Limits."

An Wen’s follower count began to rise again, surpassing 5 million.

Having debuted just over half a year ago, amassing over 5 million fans purely on her looks was unprecedented in the Entertainment Industry.

The Guardian Army swelled with pride. While other fans fought to bring glory to their idols, for them, it was the reverse.

Amid the domestic chaos, An Wen and the others remained oblivious, arriving in Country N.

Just after leaving the Airport, the group split up to board separate cars. The moment An Wen got into her vehicle, her eyes were blindfolded.

She felt the car come to a stop, and everyone inside got out, closing the door behind them.

An Wen asked, "What’s going on? Can I take off the blindfold now?"

After several unanswered attempts, she removed it to find the car empty. A phone lay beside her seat, with a mission card tucked beneath it.

The card read: Start a live broadcast using this phone. By 2 PM, the team whose member attracts the most viewers will get to visit the final location early to familiarize themselves with the terrain.

A live broadcast? Was the production team joking? They were in Country N—how was she supposed to stream when she didn’t even speak the language?

Holding the phone, An Wen hesitated. When she turned it on, she found it already open to a live-streaming app.

Well, though An Wen had always prided herself on relying on talent, this was a time when she had no choice but to leverage her beauty.

She undid her hair tie, letting her dark locks cascade down, then adjusted her hair and took a stunning selfie for the stream’s cover image before hitting "Go Live."

The stream started with zero viewers, so An Wen stepped out of the car.

A few days earlier, she’d gained minor fame on Country N’s internet, and many recognized her. Seeing her face on the stream thumbnail, they clicked in—only to find it was really her.

["An Wen? Is this really An Wen? Or just a lookalike?"]

["It really looks like her!"]

["So beautiful—a natural beauty."]

["I need to know her lipstick shade!"]

...

An Wen was asking a local in English where they were when she noticed over 10 viewers had joined the stream.

In her past life, she’d known an artist from Country N, so she could speak a bit of the language—though she couldn’t read it. Switching to Country N’s language, she introduced herself:

"Hello, everyone! I’m An Wen, recording a show right now. I’m so happy to be in Country N."

Her voice was gentle, her looks captivating, and soon the bullet comments flooded in.

The viewer count climbed past 20, so An Wen added in Country N’s language, "Could you type in English? I can’t read your script."

Many switched to English in response.

["You’re so pretty!"]

["What show are you filming? A Country N production?"]

...

An Wen answered each question, learning translations for what she didn’t know.

"Thank you!"

"It’s a show from China."

"What kind of live streams do you like watching?"

"Here’s the thing—this stream is a competition to see which member can attract the most viewers."

"Could you help spread the word and invite more people?"

The viewers from Country N watching the livestream were very friendly, helping spread the word and soon over 200 people were tuning in. While beauty could attract attention, retaining viewers required talent. Inspired by Country N's popular mukbang trend, An Wen planned to try Korean food and discuss it with her audience, but she lacked the money. Later, An Wen found a coffee shop and retrieved cosmetics from her suitcase.