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Chapter 1635: Chapter 1309: Hello Everyone, I Am Chu Kuang_3

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Meanwhile, in the live broadcast room.

Chu Kuang’s word “lowly” was only visible for two seconds before it was pixelated.

However, the audience saw what they needed to see!

“Damn!”

“Hahaha!”

“Awesome!”

“Chu Kuang is too fierce!”

“The most audacious person in the world!”

“Swearing at you in front of the entire world, and there’s nothing wrong with it!”

“I just thought Chu Kuang was a god, now I think he’s still a person, just like us, with love and hate!”

“The old rascal is defying heaven today!”

“His personality is really different from Fish Papa’s.”

“Quick, quick, quick!!”

“Show your face!!”

“Didn’t you say you’d reveal your face at the end!?”

The audience hadn’t forgotten the main highlight of today’s live stream!

Chu Kuang is going to reveal his face!

Even though, without showing his face, Chu Kuang has already proven with 50,000 words beyond “Dream of the Red Chamber” and “Diary of a Madman” that throughout the ages, there’s only one Chu Kuang, and no one else!

But the audience was too curious!

What does Chu Kuang, the old rascal, really look like?

What is the true appearance of this madman who has tormented readers a thousand times?

In fact.

There were also people shouting “reveal” live.

Someone even jokingly shouted “unmask.”

The audience was amused, and the barrage was filled with calls for “unmasking.”

The atmosphere relaxed, and host An Hong, who could see the barrage, couldn’t help but laugh, finally daring to crack a joke:

“How about unmasking? Do you think this is ‘The Masked Singer’?”

After a pause.

An Hong became serious again, turning around to face the silhouette: “Mr. Chu Kuang, are you ready?”

“Ready.”

This time, Chu Kuang didn’t type; he spoke directly.

Many people’s expressions subtly changed, feeling like they’d heard this voice somewhere before?

A very young voice.

But for a moment, no one could recall where they had heard it.

Host An Hong’s expression grew serious; in fact, neither he nor the director knew Chu Kuang’s true appearance, so his voice was low and resonant, filled with anticipation:

“Mr. Chu Kuang, please formally greet everyone.”

“Hello, everyone.”

Because someone was shouting “unmask,” Lin Yuan felt like he was dreaming back to the stage of ‘The Masked Singer.’

Back then.

He imagined countless times how he would greet the audience when he first revealed himself, but it turned into a simple phrase:

I am Xian Yu.

Lin Yuan had imagined today’s scene many times as well.

But in the end, Lin Yuan still chose the simplest manner, just like before:

“I am Chu Kuang.”

As he spoke, Lin Yuan completely faced the audience.

Through the scene, through the lens, through countless gazes, that all too familiar face clearly entered everyone’s view around the world, accompanied by pupils contracting to needlepoints.

Lin Yuan felt his eardrums momentarily go deaf.

And then it seemed the entire world trembled along.

Neighborhoods?

Campuses?

Streets?

Train compartments?

Parks?

It was coming from the ground.

It was coming from Blue Star.

Wherever there were people gathered, there were those watching the broadcast, instinctively stunned and screaming, making the world seem like boiling water, hot waves surging upwards!

Hello everyone, I am Chu Kuang.

Hello everyone, I am Xian Yu.

It was as if two different timelines converged in an instant, as if two figures from two times and places gradually overlapped, finally becoming Lin Yuan, who stood on stage with a slight smile.

Dazzling light.

Life Like A Summer Flower.

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PS: Afraid of comments disrupting my thoughts, I wanted to post this part of the story in one go, which is why I’ve delayed for so many days. This behavior isn’t very web-novel like, and it lets down those who invested since I didn’t know there’s a rule against continuous non-updates cutting off investment. Fortunately, this part of the story is finally written, so after holding it in for so many days, I feel Polluted White is worthy of Chu Kuang, the old rascal.