22: Chapter 22 Pure Love Warrior? What era are we living in? How can there still be people like that?

Su Yun glanced at the winner's ID and raised an eyebrow.

Pure Love War God? These days, there are usually only two types of people who dare to use this name.

One type is truly foolish.

The other is playing dumb.

"Come on, let us congratulate this Pure Love War God, Zhao Xiaobei."

Su Yun clapped his hands toward the camera.

"Since you won the draw, then fate has brought us together."

"Is this friend here?"

"If you're here, type '1' in the chat, and by the way, pay the divination fee."

Less than two seconds later, a golden '1' floated across the public screen.

Immediately after, the special effect of a Douyin No. 1 soared into the air.

A 'Douyin No. 1' is in place!

This guy was quite straightforward, not hesitant at all.

Su Yun didn't dawdle either and directly sent a video call invitation.

"Beep!"

It was picked up almost instantly.

The screen split into two.

Su Yun's face was on the left, while a slightly dim room appeared on the right.

This room was very distinctive.

At a glance, it was filled with glass cabinets.

The cabinets were packed with all kinds of anime figurines.

From Hatsune Miku to Rem, from Gundam mecha to One Piece—it had everything.

Just this wall of 'waifus' alone could probably cover a down payment for a house in Jiangcheng.

And in the center of the camera sat a young man who looked to be twenty-four or twenty-five years old.

He looked quite refined, wearing a pair of thick-rimmed black glasses; his hair was a bit oily and lay messily against his scalp.

He wore a T-shirt printed with a cartoon girl; he looked like a standard otaku.

At this moment, the guy was staring nervously at the camera, his hands restlessly rubbing the hem of his shirt.

His face was flushed bright red, looking as if he had just finished a five-kilometer run.

"He... Hello, Master!" Zhao Xiaobei stammered a greeting, his voice trembling slightly. "Hello everyone, I... I'm Zhao Xiaobei."

Su Yun looked at the room full of figurines and then at the guy's inexperienced appearance; he had a rough idea of the situation.

Isn't this the legendary 'honest man' type?

The bullet chat in the livestream was also full of teasing.

"Good heavens! Looking at that background wall, he's clearly a rich second-generation!"

"Is this a Pure Love War God? More like a 2D War God, right?"

"This room of figurines must be worth at least a million, right? A tycoon is right among us!"

"This guy looks so shy; is this his first time on a video call with someone?"

Su Yun smiled, trying to keep his tone as gentle as possible.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not going to crawl through the internet cable to eat you."

"Since fate has brought us together, tell me, what would you like to have calculated?"

"Are we looking at your wealth? Or your career?"

"Looking at your collection, we probably don't need to calculate your wealth, right?"

Hearing this, Zhao Xiaobei scratched his head sheepishly.

He adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyes dodging slightly.

"That... well, Master."

"I'm not calculating wealth. Although my family isn't exceptionally rich, we have enough to spend."

Humblebragging!

This was definitely humblebragging!

Su Yun felt like he had taken a critical hit.

Listen to that—is that how humans speak? 'Not exceptionally rich, just enough to spend'!

Su Yun suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and maintained a professional smile.

"Then what do you want to calculate?"

Zhao Xiaobei took a deep breath, looking as if he had made a big decision.

He looked up, and a sudden light appeared in his eyes.

Su Yun was very familiar with that kind of light.

That was the light of a simp... ah, no, that was the unique glow of a deeply devoted person.

"Master, I want to calculate my marriage prospects."

Zhao Xiaobei said each word deliberately.

"I want you to help me calculate... when can my girlfriend and I get married?"

As soon as these words came out, the livestream's bullet chat exploded.

"Woof woof woof! What did I just hear?"

"A Pure Love War God asking about marriage? I know this script!"

"Don't talk nonsense upstairs, what if it's true love?"

"I have a feeling today's drama is going to be juicy!"

"Master, hurry up and calculate! I want to see if this guy will cry on the spot!"

Su Yun looked at the red-faced Zhao Xiaobei on the screen and sighed inwardly.

These days, there are more and more of these 'honest men' who move themselves to tears with their own devotion.

The way Zhao Xiaobei looked, he practically had the words 'Come and scam me' engraved on his forehead.

"Master, why aren't you saying anything?"

Zhao Xiaobei awkwardly pushed up his black-rimmed glasses.

He probably thought Su Yun was shocked by his sincere feelings.

Su Yun picked up his cup, took a sip of water, and spoke in a calm tone.

"First, tell me, how did you two meet?"

As soon as Zhao Xiaobei mentioned this, his eyes immediately turned tender.

He gave a silly laugh, and his whole being sank into his memories.

"Three years ago, I met Mengmeng on a 2D subculture forum."

"That day I posted an unboxing thread for a figurine, and she left a comment below saying she really liked that character too."

"And that's how we started chatting."

"Master, you have no idea, Mengmeng is a particularly pure and kind girl."

Su Yun raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? Pure in what way?"

Zhao Xiaobei brought his phone screen close to the camera.

"Look, these are our chat records."

On the screen, pink dialogue boxes were packed tightly together.

"Mengmeng is usually very thrifty. She never asks for designer bags or expensive cosmetics."

"She says those things are just vanity; she only wants someone who truly understands and loves her."

Su Yun squinted to take a look.

Although the image was a bit blurry, the system's powerful capturing ability still allowed him to see the content clearly.

She indeed didn't want bags.

But on every page of the chat logs, there was basically a money transfer following the messages.

"Baby, the cafeteria ran out of ribs today. I want to go outside the campus for some Maocai, but I'm short thirty yuan."

Zhao Xiaobei transfer: 520.

"Baby, I went to the library today and saw so many girls wearing new dresses. I've been wearing this one for a year."

Zhao Xiaobei transfer: 1314.

"Baby, my dad suddenly collapsed. The hospitalization fee is still short twenty thousand yuan. I'm really scared, I only have you."

Zhao Xiaobei directly transferred thirty thousand.

Su Yun's heart jumped as he watched.

This scamming technique was practically textbook-level in the fraud industry.

It focused on 'a steady stream' combined with 'occasional large-scale harvests.'

The viewers in the livestream also saw these records through the camera, and the bullet chat exploded instantly.

"Brother, you call this 'not vain'?"

"520 for Maocai? Are you eating golden beans?"

"Didn't buy new clothes for a year? I bet she asks you for money every time she buys a new dress!"

"This guy is truly brave. This transfer frequency makes my heart ache just looking at it."

"Pure Love War God? More like a Pure Love Sucker!"

Zhao Xiaobei got a bit anxious looking at the bullet chat.

He retorted loudly.

"What do you guys know? Mengmeng is the campus belle of Jiangcheng University!"

"There are plenty of people chasing her, including rich second-generation guys driving Ferraris."

"But she rejected them all. She said those people only want her body, and only I truly love her."

"She even fell out with her family just to be with me."