Chapter Sixty-Two: A Walking Meme

Indeed, Chen Bo had always considered himself somewhat unlucky. He had already been in this other world, known as the Wildlands Continent, for almost two months. During these two months, he had tried his luck at the basic lottery seventy or eighty times, the intermediate lottery a dozen or twenty times, and even the advanced lottery nearly ten times. All in all, he had drawn over a hundred times.

Still, compared to those who buy lottery tickets back on Earth, Chen Bo was considered fortunate countless times over. All things considered, he was fairly content with his luck—neither praising nor criticizing it. Of course, if his luck decided to improve, he would have absolutely no objections.

After finally eliminating his nemesis Chen Long, Chen Bo felt no relief at all, for behind Chen Long stood a council of Chen family elders, as well as that Guo Liu!

The elders of the Chen family didn’t worry him much; after all, his father still held the family together, and the steward, Chen Sheng, was hardly a pushover either.

Besides, Flame Town was a long way from Tianyang City. The news that he had killed Chen Long would scarcely travel all the way back to Flame Town. To the people of Tianyang City, Chen Long was just a minor character, hardly worth the trouble of making an announcement about his death.

Even if word were to reach Flame Town, it would only happen once someone from Flame Town, currently in Tianyang City, returned home. By then, years would have passed and it would be old news. What’s more, the family elders didn’t have enough influence to extend their reach into Tianyang Academy!

Guo Liu, on the other hand, was someone who had to be taken seriously. Ever since he’d crossed him, Chen Bo had learned from Guo Zi’ang exactly what kind of person Guo Liu was—a man who would stop at nothing to exact revenge, even for the slightest offense.

Even worse, if he simply disliked someone, he would send people after them, like a rabid dog biting at random.

Guo Liu was a senior student at Tianyang Academy, a year ahead of Chen Bo. There was even a story: in the previous batch of freshmen, there was an exceptionally handsome student who, having no background in Tianyang City, became the target of Guo Liu’s jealousy. After leaving the academy for a training expedition, that student never returned; it was said Guo Liu killed him. Some even claimed to have witnessed it, but without evidence, they could only swallow their anger.

The story sounded absurd, brainless, and perhaps a bit far-fetched. But it was undeniable that Guo Liu was a spoiled, reasonably talented practitioner—and a mad dog who would lash out at anyone.

Still, within the academy, he wouldn’t dare to openly kill or silence someone. After all, Tianyang City was not under the sole control of his family’s City Lord’s Mansion.

Shaking off these distracting thoughts, Chen Bo reassured himself. Since he had just humiliated Guo Liu, the man would surely keep a low profile for a while.

Now, the semester had just begun, and there were still two days before classes officially started. It had been years since Chen Bo had set foot in a classroom, and he found himself feeling oddly nostalgic—thinking back to the homeroom teacher who always punished him.

While Chen Bo was lost in thought, his live-stream chat room was already bustling.

“The streamer’s eyes are lifeless, his face vacant—don’t tell me he’s suffering from some aftereffects? Damn, I knew that old man was a quack; he couldn’t even tell the streamer had brain damage!”

“Pfft, the guy above is so subtle with his jabs; I honestly can’t tell if you’re insulting the streamer or not. I don’t even know how to type the word ‘insult’ with my input method.”

“The two above are just something else. I’ve assessed it—they’re not just funny, they’re hilarious, practically flying to the sun with their antics.”

“Anyone want exclusive short videos? I’ve got a collection—just one coin in red packet and it’s yours!”

“Congratulations to the streamer for taking down his first villain—the road to the rise of the underdog is now smooth and unimpeded!”

“Why does ‘smooth and unimpeded’ make me think of laxatives?”

“You’re overthinking it, bro. But it really was satisfying to see the arrogant Chen Long get his head chopped off by the streamer yesterday! Wow, I never knew I had such a violent side—scary stuff.”

“Hahaha, Chen Long’s expression has been turned into a series of memes by the almighty meme-makers—this is killing me! I can’t stop laughing. Hahahahaha!”

“Li Xi tipped the streamer 5,888 coins. I saw that meme today too—laughed so hard my stomach hurt.”

“You guys have such a low bar for humor! I honestly didn’t find it funny—just average. Do you think a seasoned pro like me would laugh at such basic memes? Hahahahaha!”

At that moment, Chen Bo felt amazed by the resourcefulness of Earth’s netizens. If Chen Long knew that even in death he had become a laughingstock, would he be so furious as to reincarnate as a pig? Excellent, very powerful indeed.

But then Chen Bo grew wary—what if these shameless scoundrels turned him into a meme? He could almost see himself with bold letters over his head, a walking meme.

“Streamer is going to ask you all an extremely important, indescribably crucial question! You must answer honestly!” Chen Bo straightened his face and spoke solemnly: “Have you turned me into a meme? You must answer truthfully!”

“No! Absolutely not!”

“That’s right, definitely not!”

“Streamer, do you really distrust us? We’re so cute, so kind, so honest, so adorable. How could we possibly make a meme out of you? Of course not!”

“That’s right, I’ve never even known how to type the word ‘lie’ with my input method.”

Chen Bo thought to himself that the last comment said it all—they really had made him into a meme. Whatever happened to trust between people? This just wasn’t fair!

“Streamer, my poor little soul is wounded, deeply wounded. I don’t even know what to call this injury. But there’s only one way to heal it—a truly, incredibly beautiful girl has to warm my bed for a few nights, then I’ll be as good as new.”

Chen Bo chuckled slyly, though no matter how you looked at it, his smile had a hint of roguishness.

“Streamer, you have no shame! No shame! No shame! My teacher always said that important things should be said three times—because it helps fill up the word count.”

“I’m Xiao Ming, tipping the streamer 88 coins—farming experience, farming experience, farming experience, farming experience, farming experience! Hahaha, my Yaya account is about to level up!”

“I’m Xiao Ming, tipping the streamer 98 coins, farming more experience, more experience, more experience, more experience. I should be leveling up soon, let me check…”