Speaking of Science in a Supernatural Livestream 79

Chapter 79: Still Want to Raise Her 

Bei Shan was active online and of course knew who Encounter was. A new voice actor who had debuted a few years ago and had become popular with one work. After that, her career had been smooth sailing. She had many fans and a good public image, and her character was also well-regarded in the industry.

“Xie Yu is Encounter???” Bei Shan thought of the incident where Encounter had gone to Sang Jing’s livestream to debunk her. “Then who is that Encounter?”

“Who knows what she is? We’ll know after we investigate,” Sang Jing said, glancing at the still-dazed Xie Yu, her tone low. “I suspect that someone has swapped their fate.”

“Xie Yu has the appearance of wealth and a long lifespan, but she died an unnatural death. If I hadn’t taken her away, and she had known that she was supposed to have lived so well but had her fate swapped and her identity replaced, would she have hated? Would she have resented?”

Bei Shan and Wenren Jin understood the rest of Sang Jing’s words. Probably no one would not resent it. It completely met the conditions for raising a ghost with a ghost.

“I’ll arrange for the gala to be held earlier. I’ll arrange for it to be in Liangshui,” Wenren Jin said and was about to make a phone call.

Sang Jing: “It doesn’t have to be too fast. I’m afraid she won’t dare to come.”

Wenren Jin: “Alright.”

Bei Shan asked again, “Then how are you so sure she will come? Since she went to your livestream, she must have seen Xie Yu. Isn’t she afraid of being exposed?”

Sang Jing’s dimples were faintly visible. “In the past, Encounter would not participate in the White Whale Live gala. This is the first time. She is eager to establish that she is Encounter. She wants to stand in the spotlight and be seen by people. As long as she insists that she is Encounter, she is not afraid of being exposed. After all, Encounter has never shown her face before and has no identity information. No one knows what the real Encounter looks like.”

“That makes sense,” Bei Shan nodded and glanced at the message notification on her phone. “I’ve ordered food. Do you want some?”

Sang Jing looked at herself, then looked up at her. “How can I eat?”

Bei Shan snorted a laugh. “Let your ghost feed you.”

Sang Jing: “…”

Bei Shan thoughtfully ordered a portion of sweet porridge for Sang Jing. She didn’t even look at Sang Jing and handed it to Xie Yu. “You feed her.”

“Alright.”

Bei Shan and Wenren Jin were eating at the table outside. Only Sang Jing and Xie Yu were left in the room.

Xie Yu opened the bag, holding the porridge in one hand and a spoon in the other. The porridge was still warm, just right for the current Sang Jing to eat.

“I’ll do it myself,” Sang Jing said, having already raised her hand.

Xie Yu didn’t listen. She scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and then brought it to Sang Jing’s lips.

Sang Jing felt that she was not so cold anymore, and was even a little hot. She opened her mouth and carefully drank the porridge.

After a few spoonfuls, Xie Yu suddenly said, “Why did you just say I was your ghost? Didn’t you say you wouldn’t raise me?”

Sang Jing: “…”

Seeing that Sang Jing was silent again, Xie Yu leaned closer to look at her. “Do you want to raise me again?”

Sang Jing pursed her lips and stared at the porridge in her hand. “I’m hungry.”

Xie Yu: “…”

She moved the porridge in her hand a little further away. “If you don’t say it, I won’t feed you.”

Sang Jing looked up at her, her clear black and white eyes innocent and pitiful. Coupled with her haggard expression, it made people unable to bear to bully her.

Although she knew that Sang Jing couldn’t be judged by her face, Xie Yu couldn’t bear it when she looked at her. She silently took the spoon and fed her the porridge.

In the few seconds she was drinking the porridge, the corners of Sang Jing’s lips curled up.

Sang Jing could only drink half a portion of the porridge. The other half was almost forced down by Xie Yu.

After lunch, Sang Jing felt that the yin energy in her body had been mostly drawn out by the formation. She was about to take a shower, change her clothes, and go to Jiutian Media.

Bei Shan leaned against the door and said slowly, “Why don’t you let your ghost accompany you in the shower? Look at your pale face. What if you faint inside?”

Sang Jing gave her a sidelong glance and smiled, sending her a single word. “Get lost.”

Bei Shan pouted.

Such a good idea, and she won’t even listen.

“I think it’s a good idea. If you’re embarrassed, I can close my eyes,” Xie Yu said, following Sang Jing to the bathroom door.

Sang Jing pointed at the room door. “You get lost too.”

Xie Yu: “Oh.”

On a hot day, Sang Jing put on a coat when she went out and wore an ear cuff. Xie Yu was attached to the ear cuff. No one should be able to touch her ear.

Except for a certain ghost.

Arriving at Jiutian Media, Manager Pan came downstairs to pick them up. When she saw Wenren Jin beside Sang Jing, her brow twitched. Why was this young mistress here again? Did she like this flower so much?

“Manager Pan, don’t be nervous. I’m just here to drop off Sang Sang. I’ll be leaving soon. I still have to work on the gala,” Wenren Jin said with a polite smile.

Manager Pan had also seen the notice that the gala had been moved up and would be held in Liangshui. Her eyes darted between Sang Jing and Wenren Jin again.

She understood.

According to Sang Jing’s qualifications, she couldn’t have entered the gala at all. But the young mistress had forced her in, and now she had even moved the gala to Liangshui for her.

Don’t be too in love. A rich person would really do anything to make a beauty smile.

Manager Pan had labeled Wenren Jin a love-struck fool in her heart.

“How does Manager Pan plan to cultivate our Sang Sang?” Wenren Jin asked.

Manager Pan had already prepared her words. “It’s like this. We’ve invited the best vocal teachers, and also some seniors to guide…”

“Guide?”

“Um… exchange. It’s an exchange.”

Wenren Jin nodded with satisfaction. “Alright, then that’s it.”

She turned to leave and said to Sang Jing, “I’ll pick you up at night.”

Sang Jing: “Alright.”

After sending off this young mistress, Manager Pan’s back straightened. She led Sang Jing to the piano room. She had indeed invited some teachers for her.

In front of the few teachers, Sang Jing once again showed off her voice.

She sang so badly that the few teachers were twitching. They had to look at Manager Pan for cues and clap, and then say the most insincere words of their lives.

“She sings so well.”

“She has talent, she has talent.”

“That’s right. If she participates in the King of Singers competition in the second half of the year, she’ll be the first.”

The first two teachers who had praised her turned to look at the last one in disbelief.

Are you serious?

Bei Shan was standing on the side, her teeth aching.

If she had known, she would have left with Wenren Jin. This was too torturous.

Taking a deep breath, Bei Shan’s gaze shifted and saw Qin Ge at the door of the piano room.

Qin Ge was squinting at Sang Jing in the piano room, her eyes almost shooting daggers.

The next second, Qin Ge suddenly looked over at Bei Shan. The ferocity in her eyes subsided, and she returned to her gentle and kind appearance on screen, smiling at her.

Bei Shan raised an eyebrow.

Oh, a face-changer.

The three teachers were also just putting on a show. Soon, Manager Pan found an excuse. “Sang Sang, you don’t look very well. Did you not rest well? Why don’t you go and rest for a while first?”

Sang Jing did not refuse. She wasn’t really here to learn how to sing.

Manager Pan took her to the break room. Then she suddenly got a phone call and went out of the break room to answer it.

“Didn’t you want to go to the bathroom? Go on,” Sang Jing said, turning her head to Bei Shan.

Bei Shan: “Huh? Oh, then I’ll go.”

Sang Jing was sitting on a chair, and in front of her was a makeup mirror. She was adjusting her ear cuff in the mirror.

She blinked again, and Qin Ge appeared in the mirror.

“Senior Qin Ge,” Sang Jing smiled at Qin Ge in the mirror.

Qin Ge suppressed the disgust in her heart and forced a smile. “Sang Sang, how do you feel?”

Sang Jing was still smiling. “Not bad. The teachers said I have a lot of talent and the potential to be the King of Singers.”

Qin Ge: “…”

I spit! With that broken gong of a voice, you want to be the King of Singers? Where’s your face?

Qin Ge chuckled lightly. “Then congratulations in advance, Sang Sang.”

Qin Ge rested her hands on the back of the chair and bent down, leaning close to Sang Jing’s ear, the side without the ear cuff.

“What does Sang Sang think of my voice?”

Sang Jing praised, “It’s pleasant.”

“Then does Sang Sang want it?”

Sang Jing looked up and saw Qin Ge in the mirror. On that beautiful face was a pair of eyes that did not match her. In her eyes, there was ambition and suppressed unwillingness.

She curved her lips. “Of course. Senior Qin Ge’s voice is insured. Who wouldn’t want it?”

Qin Ge’s eyes narrowed imperceptibly, a sinister glint flashing in them. She whispered, “If you want it, come here after ten tonight.”

If you want it…

Sang Jing pondered her words. If she wanted it, could she have it?

Could it be that there was also a spiritual doctor involved here?

When Manager Pan came in, Qin Ge straightened up and was about to leave.

As they passed each other, Manager Pan reached out and grabbed her, warning in a low voice, “What did you say to her? You should know that some things can be said and some things cannot. Don’t forget who holds your life in their hands.”

Qin Ge smiled at her. “Don’t worry. It was just a senior’s concern for a junior. I didn’t say anything.”

“You’d better not have,” Manager Pan said, using some force with her hand. She didn’t believe that Qin Ge would be an honest and well-behaved person.

Qin Ge smiled and forcefully broke free from her arm.

Manager Pan looked at Qin Ge’s retreating back and thought of the phone call just now.

“My lord, I’ve already found a replacement for Qin Ge. When do you think you can come over and switch them?”

“Oh? So soon? Who is it? You didn’t just find someone to fool me, did you?”

“How could I? She… she’s a flower raised by a company shareholder. She has status and background, and she’s also very pretty. The way Qin Ge looks at her has already changed.”

“Alright, then I’ll go over tonight. To avoid any long nights and many dreams. Remember to keep her in the company.”

“Eh, alright. Then what about Qing Tian? Is it the same as Qin Ge? Should I let her live with Sang Jing or…”

“How can it be so easy to find someone like Qin Ge and Qing Tian? They were originally test subjects. Since the experiment was successful, just take Qing Tian’s throat this time. After it’s done, throw her to the ancient town and let them watch this flower bloom in all its glory.”

Manager Pan put on a smiling face and came to Sang Jing’s side. “Sang Sang, how were those three teachers just now?”

“Not bad,” this answer was not wrong.

“How about I take you to see another teacher tonight? After you see her, I guarantee your singing will be even more moving than Qin Ge’s,” Manager Pan said with a bewitching tone. “It’s not impossible to become an overnight sensation.”

“Oh?” Sang Jing smiled. “So powerful? Alright, I’ll listen to Manager Pan.”

They both asked her out at night. Was it planned?

“That teacher might be a little late. What about Miss Wenren?” Manager Pan gestured at Sang Jing’s phone.

Sang Jing understood and directly sent a message to Wenren Jin. “I’ll tell her. I’ll stay at the company tonight.”

“That’s great,” Manager Pan said, smiling and adjusting her glasses.