Chapter 162: Innate Freeloader Sacred Body
After seeing Hui Zi off, Zhang Zhe carefully considered how to use the Fantasy Pill.
The thing’s effects were incredible, but there was one problem: he had no way of knowing if people were lying after seeing the illusion.
To solve this, he’d probably need a brain-computer interface.
That way, they could watch the illusion while the images were transmitted in real-time through the interface. It would be completely straightforward.
After letting his mind wander for a bit, Zhang Zhe saw it was about time and quickly started his stream.
He was back on Granny Xu’s account today, and there were clearly a lot more viewers than yesterday.
"Were some of you curious why I didn’t stream yesterday?"
"Right now, this instant, go follow the account ’Brother Zhang of Qing City, Matchmaker,’ and find me there tomorrow night."
"I’ll give you all five minutes. After five minutes, we’ll start taking calls."
Zhang Zhe said he’d give them five minutes, and he really did wait that long.
Although some people in the chat were cursing him out, the follower count on his other account had indeed grown by several hundred.
’In that case, it’s fine. Getting cursed at a little is perfectly normal.’
"Alright, alright, time’s about up. Let’s connect with our first caller of the day."
"Hello?"
"Hello, Brother Zhang." The caller was a man, but he spoke with a severe lack of energy, sounding weak and feeble.
Fortunately, he knew the drill and immediately introduced himself:
"I was born in 2000, I’m 175 cm, 65 kg, and a local from Weihai."
"I’m an only son. My dad is in business, does some small-scale construction projects. My mom doesn’t work; she’s a homemaker."
"After graduating with a bachelor’s degree, I do safety inspection and certification work here in my hometown. The job is very relaxed—nine-to-five with weekends off—but the pay isn’t high, around 60,000 a year."
[Bro, did you forget a zero?]
[The 5k a month guy has finally appeared.]
[I really don’t get it. How do you have the nerve to call in with an income like that? Shouldn’t you be out delivering food to make more money?]
[Why can’t a guy making 5k a month call in, but a woman making 3k can? Is the exchange rate different for them?]
[His voice just screams "impotent."]
You can tell when some people are lying on matchmaking shows just by listening. Take this guy, for example. When describing his weight, he used "kilograms."
Normally, people use a different unit of measurement entirely, or at least the common word for kilogram.
You could tell right away he did measurement and weighing work for a living and had developed the habit.
"Bro, what do you look like?"
"I’m actually just average-looking, but my ex-girlfriend said I’m quite handsome."
"So you’ve been in a relationship before?"
"Yes, I have."
"Then you probably aren’t too ugly." Zhang Zhe listened to the guy’s listless voice, which lacked any sense of masculinity. ’If someone like that can get a girlfriend,’ he thought, ’his character model must be decent.’
[Damn, a guy who looks like him can get a girlfriend?]
[I looked at the dude’s photo. He kinda looks like Child Emperor.]
[Which Child Emperor? The one who only plays high-tier matches, or the one from One-Punch Man?]
[Even he can find a girlfriend? Which cougar was that desperate?]
The wording from many of the women in the live comments was extremely harsh.
They were practically itching to find the guy’s ex-girlfriend and demand to know why she was so blind and had to bring shame upon all women.
Even though this was Xiaohongshu, this kind of situation was still quite rare.
Curious, Zhang Zhe clicked on the guy’s profile to take a look.
The guy actually had a selfie, a picture of him in his work uniform. He was about a 2.5 out of 10. As the live comments said, he really did have a bit of a Child Emperor vibe.
The kind of weak, unassuming look, with no real presence—the type of guy you’d expect to talk with a limp wrist.
Back in his student days, Zhang Zhe had always assumed guys like that were gay.
But in reality, most of these guys were still into women. They just had somewhat effeminate personalities and mannerisms; very few were actually what you’d call a Nan Niang.
"Bro, you seeing the live comments?"
"They’re all saying you were born with the sacred physique of a freeloader."
"By Xiaohongshu standards, you’re an ’independent man’ making 5,000 a month. If you’re looking for a partner, you’d have to find someone who makes at least 30,000 a month."
"I see them," the man replied. "Some of them aren’t wrong, actually. When I was in a relationship, I really was a bit like a girl."
"My personality is a little dramatic, I’m a bit of a control freak, and I’m pretty clingy, just like a lot of girls."
"That’s why my ex-girlfriend broke up with me."
"Oh, right, my ex is really pretty. Teacher, let me send you a photo privately. She’s definitely not a 1-out-of-10 hag like these people are saying."
"Sure, send it over and let me see."
Zhang Zhe considered his rating system to be fair and impartial.
After seeing the photo the man sent, he gave her a 5 out of 10 without hesitation.
But no one in the live comments believed him.
[Bullshit. A 5 out of 10? A guy like him could land a 5?]
[He just looks like Child Emperor, he isn’t the real deal. What makes him qualified to play in the high-tier matches?]
[I don’t get it. Brother Zhang, be honest, did you give her a pity score?]
[You gave me a 3 last time. If a 5-out-of-10 woman would go for a guy like him, does that mean I should be looking for a 0?]
[It’s rigged! This is rigged!]
𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
"There’s absolutely nothing wrong with my rating," Zhang Zhe insisted, sticking to his guns. "His ex-girlfriend... let me put it this way for you all: a Xiaolin Qingxia."
"She has a heroic, handsome sort of beauty. The kind of girl with a high-fashion look."
"Honestly, I don’t get it either. How did she fall for you?" Zhang Zhe asked, confused. "Bro, have you heard of Pan, Lü, Deng, Xiao, and Xian? Are you the ’Lü’?"
"I’m not a donkey," the guy said, not understanding what Zhang Zhe meant. He thought he was being insulted and explained, "Maybe she just thinks I’m good-looking."
"Maybe so, but that’s not important."
Zhang Zhe’s tolerance for the sheer variety of humanity had grown much stronger since he first started streaming.
"Based on your current situation, if you’re still hoping to find another partner like your ex, it’s probably not going to happen. You’d likely have to catch her in the act of murdering someone for her to even look your way."
"I know that," the guy admitted honestly. "I still like her, and we’re still in contact."
"Oh, so you called me to get advice on your relationship problems?"
"Yes, yes, exactly."
"Teacher, here’s the situation. My ex and I have a really weird relationship right now. We broke up, but whenever I say I miss her, she tells me to come see her."
"And when I go over, she takes time off work to be with me."
"But when we meet up, we don’t do anything else, we just..." The guy trailed off, hesitating.
"Just sleep together?" Zhang Zhe guessed.
"Right. We just sleep."
"..." Zhang Zhe was speechless for a moment.
’What is this? Is this guy a willing booty call?’
’But with this guy’s looks, if the girl was really that desperate, shouldn’t she be able to find a substitute easily?’
Men experience sexual frustration, and of course, women do too.
But for women, that usually happens when they’re older, like after marriage or having children, when communication breaks down between the couple. That’s when a woman might have issues in that department.
Young women are rarely like that.
[Bro, you’re in the wrong stream. You should be looking for Brother Feng.]
[That’s a good thing, isn’t it?]
[I get it now. You’re being played by your ex-girlfriend.]
[I see. Your ex is the top, right? And you’re the bottom.]