Chapter 928: Chapter 507 Boss_2 Chapter 928: Chapter 507 Boss_2 “It’s connected!”

Although most people are now continuously weeping because of Childhood’s tear-jerking gameplay, there are also plenty who’ve had enough.

Some can’t bear to see such misery, and even if his companion repeatedly stresses that it’s all scripted, all acting, he still can’t understand why it’s like this and keeps pointing at the screen, repeating, “That kid is so pitiful, that kid is so pitiful!”

“Grandpa Cheng, I’ve told you it’s all acting!”

“So pitiful! Can’t even have enough to eat, gets beaten every day, and then it’s all recorded for others to watch, so pitiful.”

Watching Old Sir Cheng Tianhua cry his eyes out, Qian Xiaohao felt helpless at this moment.

He should never have let the old man play this game!

At first, Old Mr. Cheng was quite happy playing it.

After all, the game simulates Childhood, so by inputting the old man’s past experiences, it could recreate Grandpa Cheng’s childhood memories, allowing him to make up for past regrets.

In this game, the old man didn’t board the ship; he stayed with his parents, hanging out with his buddies every day, selling newspapers, secretly participating in the revolution, trying to make up for his regrets.

This game had brightened up Grandpa Cheng quite a bit and had also helped bring back a lot of his awareness. The family doctor who came for the check-up even said that it was a miracle and encouraged Old Sir Cheng Tianhua to keep playing, as there might be another miracle.

To ensure that Grandpa Cheng could have even more fun, Qian Xiaohao started watching various live streamers’ videos, hoping to expand the game’s content, which led to Old Sir Cheng Tianhua’s tearful incident.

Watching his old pal cry like this, Qian Xiaohao’s grandpa, Qian Dadan, gave Qian Xiaohao a kick and yelled angrily, “Look at the mess you’ve made!”

“You told me to bring Grandpa Cheng to play!” Qian Xiaohao roared back.

“Did I tell you to make him cry? I don’t care; you better cheer him up, or you can get out of this house!”

“I’ll get out! I’ll go back to my room and figure something out right now!”

He scurried back to his room, nearly in tears himself.

Where was he going to come up with a plan?

Watching that live broadcast of a tearjerker video, the more Qian Xiaohao watched, the angrier he got, but he was impotent to do anything about it.

Just as he was stewing in his own irritation, his bedroom door opened. Hearing the door, Qian Xiaohao instinctively shouted, “I’m working on it; I’m not slacking off!”

“Young Master, it’s me.”

The maid stood at the door with an expressionless face, looking at Qian Xiaohao, “There’s something I want to tell you.”

“Hold on, I’ve got more important things right now. Grandpa Cheng starts crying whenever he sees that female streamer, saying the child in the video is too pitiful.”

“Well, just don’t let him watch.”

“He’ll cry anyway, claiming the girl must have been shot dead. So what should I do?”

The maid was originally going to talk about something more important, but seeing Qian Xiaohao like this, she felt she couldn’t bring it up.

After some thought, she said, “Young Master, have you watched Xiemen Waidao’s video before?”

“I always watch my bro Xiemen’s videos… What video?”

“…Sigh. What am I to do with such a useless master if you weren’t here.”

“I think so too, so don’t leave me.”

The maid looked at Qian Xiaohao with an expressionless face.

Although he was quite useless, with almost no merits other than giving overtime pay generously, he did have a pretty nice face, looking as cute as a Chihuahua.

Moreover, he had been undergoing Old Mr. Cheng’s training recently, gaining some muscle, seeming to grow a bit taller, and now he looked even more like a man.

But what was the most infuriating was his recent awakening, always subtly saying things that flirted with her, making it even harder for her to speak up.

“Sigh…”

“I’ve been putting up with you for a long time! You’ve been sighing since you came in; what did I do wrong?”

“Breathing.”

“Do you want me dead?”

“Forget it, just take a look at the video later.”

Bringing out a video from the Old Fox’s live stream, the two watched it through. Afterwards, the maid pointed at the video and spoke, “Did you see that?”

“Yeah, I saw it. My bro Xiemen is really cool.”

“That’s not what I mean. What I mean is, this game is online.”

“I know that.”

“You don’t know jack. Online means, if you’re willing, you can totally enter the game the other person is in, and then do whatever you want to do.”

Qian Xiaohao immediately furrowed his brows, looked at the maid, and said, “Your idea is pretty evil, isn’t it?”

“What I’m saying is, you could just be nice to her, let her have a good life, and then Old Mr. Cheng will be happy too. So, what exactly were you just thinking?”

“…Nothing…”

“What do you mean, nothing?”

“Stop with the nonsense, just do it!”

Thus, when the streamer known as Miserable World launched “Childhood” and prepared to follow her own script to milk some tragedy, she was shocked to discover a few extra people in her home.

The father, set as an abuser, had just raised his hand when two elementary school students appeared out of nowhere and called the police with a phone.

Then, they took the still clueless streamer away from the place, righteously telling her, “Comrade, we’ve finally found you.”

“Who are you guys?”

“Please call us Childhood Hero! We felt your painful childhood, so we came especially to rescue you!”

“I don’t need rescuing! Let me go back!”

“Look at this, look at this, now she’s even sympathizing with her abuser. What’s this called again? An Armstrong-style Armstrong whirlwind acceleration cannon?”

“Sir, it’s called Stockholm syndrome,” his companion, the maid using a red scarf as a mask, said helplessly, “You claim to be cultured, yet you blur out words at random. And for someone who claims to be educated, how can you not even remember this term?”

“Maid, are you having a go at me?”

“You actually noticed? Seems your IQ perfectly matches your current role, eh.”

“Maid!”

Qian Xiaohao, dragging the streamer along, finally stopped panting in the middle of a street.

Turning around and looking at the host behind him, he put his hands on her shoulders and said seriously, “Miss, don’t be afraid, we…”

A crisp slap rang out. The female broadcaster swung her hand at Qian Xiaohao, but he deftly dodged, which sent the slap flying back, landing heavily on her right cheek.

Suddenly slapped by her own hand, Miserable World couldn’t hold back and immediately broke into tears.

“Who are you people! Why are you tormenting me? I’m just a small streamer, why are you messing with me?”

“To be honest, we came to rescue you,” Qian Xiaohao quickly said.

“Who asked you to rescue me! Look at the popularity of my stream, it has dropped by 20% now! My boss is going to dock my KPI again!”

“What a cruel boss.”

“What’s it to you! Did you donate? Did you join my fleet?”

Qian Xiaohao didn’t say much but directly showed his top-up record.

Grandpa Cheng is now quite senile, and to cheer him up a bit, Qian Xiaohao would occasionally donate to Miserable World, unknowingly reaching the top position on the leaderboard.

For a small streamer, a few thousand bucks could dominate the leaderboard for a long time, which was a breeze for Qian Xiaohao.

Seeing the number one record, Miserable World immediately wiped away her tears, acting as if nothing had happened.

Afterward, she even wrapped around Qian Xiaohao like a snake, coquettishly saying, “So it’s really Boss! I’ve always wanted to meet face to face offline, and I never expected to meet you here. Boss, you’ve made me wait so painfully.”

Watching this scene between Miserable World and Qian Xiaohao, the maid’s expression turned even colder.

She didn’t know what Grandpa Cheng would think later on.

But she knew someone was about to die.