We arrived a little late, even though we departed early, anticipating traffic along the road. But even then, today's traffic was especially bad.
We were all nearly soaked in sweat when we entered the wedding venue.
As soon as we entered, people who knew Uncle and Aunty made their way to us and started talking to them.
My eyes went straight to the big standing fans arranged around the venue. Nearly every fan was occupied by people standing or sitting near it.
Though I am a little introverted, I can engage with people like an extroverted person. In my previous life, I learned to adapt. I learned that opportunities won't just fall in your lap—you have to hunt for them yourself.
Oh, lucky me—the three people that occupied one fan moved. I made my way to the fan. Finally, liberated from this sticky heat.
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**Zao Ling POV**
I was live-streaming and commenting on the performance here and there, but there really wasn't much to talk about regarding the singing, so the topic of conversation kept switching between games I had promised my fanbase I would play and the singers. Mostly, it was the former.
Even though I have 20K subscribers, on most days the live viewers are at most 300 to 400. Today it is much worse—only 150.
Currently, there is some microphone issue going on, so the singing is on pause. Just two more people will sing and the event will be over. At first, I planned to stream the whole time.
But I am exhausted from the heat, so I will end the stream early today. As I was thinking that, suddenly my chat exploded with messages. I rechecked, and there were still only 150 live viewers, but they were posting emotes of a frog looking behind. What is going on?
Just then, in my peripheral vision, I saw someone coming close to the fan near me. As I instinctively turned to look at them, I was left speechless.
A 17–18-year-old boy was walking in my direction. He was tall and elegant, with fair skin and black hair. A face so handsome and pretty, most celebrities with their makeup and plastic surgery would feel shame. By the looks of it, he had just arrived at the wedding—he was sweating. And if there had been such a pretty boy present earlier, I would have noticed.
Wait a minute! He is sweating. But there is not a trace of makeup on his face—not even a little.
He's completely natural? No makeup in this day and age? There should be a little makeup, right? Even the most pure and frugal boys still wear a little makeup, right? Or is this because I don't know much about makeup?
He came up to the fan and stood right in front of it, cooling himself, releasing a deep, relaxing sigh.
My face turned red—from feeling ashamed that I got aroused by it.
No, this is not the time to think about such things. I have to talk to him. I can't miss such a godsend opportunity as this.
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As I was cooling myself in front of the fan, a voice called from behind.
"Y-You just arrived here..?"
I turned around to see a girl sitting at the table behind me, with cameras set up on the table. She was a tall girl with dyed blond hair—looks-wise, a solid 8/10 according to my old world's standard.
"Yeah, we got stuck in the traffic," I replied.
Then a middle-aged woman got up on the stage and set up a microphone. Just as the microphone was set up, a teenage boy got up and started singing.
"So they finally fixed the audio issue, huh?" she muttered.
It looked like they were having issues with the equipment, so that's why she was sitting while the other wedding videographer was working. So, they have divided the work among them. Quite a good team—if the other doesn't mind that she is resting.
"Did the groom's family hire singers for the wedding?" I asked.
"Hehe, no. They're just from the groom's and bride's families. They don't have that kind of money to hire singers. Anyone can sing after the families of both the groom and bride finish," she replied with a hidden disdain in her voice.
His singing sounded decent to me, as I didn't have much previous musical training. The system has not given me any musical knowledge. The only thing I have for now is that I've gotten a better voice.
The girl next to me was still staring at me. Even though I have traveled to a different world with different expectations for men and women, it is still awkward to be stared at by someone I considered to be beautiful. So, I decided to break the silence.
"Um, don't you have to do your work?" I said, pointing toward the stage.
"The work?" she asked, looking a little confused.
"Aren't you the wedding videographer?" I asked.
"No, no! I'm not a little wedding videographer! I stream on Mutube," she exclaimed. She sounded a little offended.
Damn, man. First the comment about them not having money, and now she's looking down on the wedding videographer's job?
I know how hard it is to earn money. Why did she have to go and look down on someone just because they earn less than her?
My evaluation of her dropped from 8/10 to a straight 4/10. I didn't want to continue the conversation anymore.
"Excuse me then, nice talking to you. Bye," I replied and moved.
"Where are you going? Let's talk a little bit more," she blurted out.
"I'll go and sing a song on the stage, then eat and leave with my uncle and aunty," I replied, leaving no opportunity for her to approach.