33: Chapter 33 798 Civil War

After everyone muted their mics, Cao Mo said to the audience in the Livestream Room: "The first round is about the number of people supporting with sunglasses; everyone just send one pair, that's enough. Everyone just send one, don't send more. Only one is needed; sending more is useless."

"Everyone heard clearly, just send one pair of sunglasses. Sending more is useless," Cao Mo repeated.

As soon as Cao Mo finished speaking, gifts immediately flooded the Livestream Room, and the sunglasses special effects appeared incessantly on the screen of the Livestream Room covering Cao Mo's eyes.

"Everyone, let's start, just one pair of sunglasses is enough."

"There are so many people in the Livestream Room, we're competing on numbers now. If you all lose, it would be really embarrassing."

"Sunglasses are only ten yuan. Everyone, chip in, just one is enough."

"Ten yuan, not even enough for a cup of milk tea. Everyone, please support."

"Hubby, I sent one."

"Everyone, please support!"

"Hubby, come on!"

"Everyone, just send one pair of sunglasses, no need to send more."

...

Cao Mo looked at the barrage in the Livestream Room and the continuous stream of sunglasses gifts, then said: "Thanks, thanks everyone for the sunglasses, thanks for the gifts. I've never done a PK before, so I don't know how to shout slogans. I'll just perform for you all; let me play the Erhu!"

Saying this, Cao Mo stood up, took the Erhu, and sat back down in front of the camera.

The Erhu isn't just for sad songs, and sad songs aren't suitable for a PK, so Cao Mo went straight into playing "Racing Horses."

"Racing Horses" is beloved for its majestic momentum, passionate atmosphere, and uninhibited melody. Whether it's the spirited riders or the galloping, neighing steeds, everything is vividly portrayed by the melody of the Erhu. The piece unfolds amidst the neighing of a herd of horses, with a rugged and uninhibited melody. The crisp and elastic bouncing bow strokes from far to near, along with the distinct tremolo, depict the grand occasion of the horse race. The application of the Erhu's fast bow and bouncing bow techniques, along with plucking and tremolo, makes this piece showcase a vivid and enthusiastic horse racing scene.

With the addition of Cao Mo's "Racing Horses," the sunglasses gifts in the Livestream Room became even more frantic; the sunglasses special effects on Cao Mo's screen never stopped.

It stood in stark contrast to the screens of the other five Livestream Rooms.

The other five Livestream Rooms were chattering non-stop, and their hands were also gesturing non-stop.

But no matter how hard they tried, Cao Mo still ranked first, whether in terms of the displayed score or the number of people sending sunglasses.

Until Cao Mo finished playing the Erhu, the PK also ended.

The final result was that Cao Mo's number of supporters sending sunglasses was 5862, ranking first by a huge margin, without any suspense.

Five thousand eight hundred and sixty-two—meaning five thousand eight hundred and sixty-two people watching the Livestreaming sent Cao Mo a ten-yuan sunglasses gift.

This was only in five minutes. If the time were extended, reaching even ten thousand wouldn't be impossible, directly breaking the record.

Everyone unmuted their mics again.

"Ouch! Damn! How are we supposed to fight this! I can't even reach a fraction of his total," Tian Jiu shouted.

"Who can reach it!" Wang Ziyan added.

"Pointless! Pointless!" Ying Xiaojie also said.

"What's the point of fighting! It's not even a fraction of Brother Mo's total," Zisheng said, covering his forehead.

"My god! Nearly six thousand in five minutes. If it were ten minutes, it would break ten thousand, then he'd really be famous and break the record," Zhilong also exclaimed.

"It's alright! There are over eighty thousand people in my Livestream Room, this isn't even one-tenth," Cao Mo replied with a smile.

"Brother Mo! Are you mocking us?" Tian Jiu said.

Ying Xiaojie said at this time: "He has tons of female fans, how can we compete with that."

Indeed, female fans accounted for at least half of Cao Mo's Livestream Room, and women are more prone to impulsive consumption.

If Cao Mo had been given enough time, ten thousand supporters for sunglasses really wouldn't be impossible to achieve, because in five minutes, many hadn't even had time to top up.

"Alright! Let's change our names!" Wang Ziyan said.

The five immediately began to change their Douyin nicknames, adding parentheses at the end of their nicknames (Cao Mo is awesome!).

For example: Zisheng 798 (Cao Mo is awesome!), Zhilong 798 (Cao Mo is awesome!).

After all five had changed their nicknames, Cao Mo said: "Should we continue fighting?"

"Fight! Definitely fight! No backing down," Zhilong shouted.

"Come on! This time it's still a five-minute muted fight, whoever has the most hot air balloons wins," Ying Xiaojie said.

"Still five minutes! Let's make it longer! How about ten minutes," Tian Jiu suggested.

"I also think a longer time is pretty good," Wang Ziyan said.

"Then let's do ten minutes, let's start!" Ying Xiaojie replied.

The PK started again.

Cao Mo said to the audience in the Livestream Room: "This time we are competing on the number of hot air balloons, 52 yuan, it's quite expensive, everyone please act within your means. Still the same saying, minors, don't send gifts!"

The special effects of hot air balloons began to fill Cao Mo's Livestream Room; if you didn't turn off the gift special effects, you couldn't see the barrage at all.

"Get those hot air balloons going!"

"This time there is no limit on quantity, everyone send as much as you want!"

"Brothers and sisters who have the means, chip in!"

"This time it's really a competition of the big shots' strength."

"Sunglasses can still be sent, but hot air balloons are beyond my help."

"Rich brothers and sisters, if you have the ability, please support Little Mo!"

"The top three on the leaderboard can taste the food cooked by Little Mo himself, now is the time to fight for the top three."

...

Cao Mo took out his musical instrument again, this time a flute.

"Let me play 'Floating Light' for you all, 'Flowers intoxicate three thousand guests in the hall, one sword frosts fourteen states!'"

Saying this, Cao Mo put the flute to his lips.

A sharp flute sound, like sword light, resounded throughout the entire Livestream Room.

The other five saw Cao Mo playing the flute again and complained one after another.

Zhilong: "Damn! How do we fight! We're just shouting here, and he's playing the Erhu and then the flute. This is a disparity in form."

Tian Jiu: "What the hell! Another flute and Erhu, this makes us look too incompetent!"

Ying Xiaojie: "Pointless! Pointless! This is dimensionality reduction warfare. Truly fierce, he shouldn't be fighting us, he should be fighting foreign wars! Let the top PK streamers see how fierce the 798 Brother Yi is."

Zisheng: "I reckon all three rounds will be Cao Mo's. My Brother Mo is invincible, handsome and talented!"

Wang Ziyan: "Fight my ass! How to fight this? He's performing talent, we're just shouting here, it's too damn LOW. His current number already makes people despair."

The five people were clearly discouraged; they couldn't compete for first place at all.

Even Zhilong, Zisheng, and Ying Xiaojie felt they had no hope.

Because up to now, Cao Mo's number of hot air balloons was far ahead.

With two minutes left in the PK, Cao Mo's number of hot air balloons reached 3,634.

In terms of value, that's nearly 200,000 RMB.

This number made the others truly desperate.