Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!

Looking at the little woman who seemed ready to explode on the spot with indignation, the man couldn’t help but find it both amusing and exasperating.

It’s just a workout video, but she’s surprisingly serious and committed.

The man asked casually, ”What’s the expert’s name?”

Qin Xin: ”Xu Shifeng, yes, that’s the name. They say he’s an expert professor from the Imperial City. Ha, I’ve never even heard of him.”

Not at Hong Jingtian’s level; in her eyes, he doesn’t even deserve to be called an expert, yet he dares to feign knowledge and criticize the Eight Pieces of Brocade that she and Old Wang meticulously rehearsed.

The man quickly found Xu Shifeng’s information.

”Imperial Royal Academy Medical College, teaches virology. As for the professor title, he just got it this year,” he said slowly, pausing briefly, then squinting, ”The sponsor of his research is the Si family’s company.”

Actually, loads of information popped up in his system.

But for some reason, he especially singled out and emphasized Si Moyu’s sponsorship of Xu Shifeng’s research.

Sure enough.

Qin Xin frowned and snarked, ”What was Si Moyu thinking, sponsoring this trash.”

The man remained calm.

Then continued, ”However, Xu Shifeng is the head of this expert team.”

Qin Xin: ”The head? No wonder I’ve been waiting for days and haven’t received their medicine. This kind of irresponsible, supercilious person who only cares about throwing patients into the countryside and not following up with treatment — what kind of expert is that? He’s unworthy of being a doctor and even less worthy of being a decent human being.”

She’s beyond furious.

Xu Shifeng had initially promised to send the medicine in.

But Old Wang next door and the others have been waiting endlessly, without seeing a single pill.

These past couple of days, they’ve been relying on the concoction she has been brewing to sustain themselves. Luckily, the coachman has a strong constitution and, under her careful care, the condition is barely under control.

But more villagers have been infected, especially the old mayor, who is elderly and has pre-existing conditions. Just using herbal remedies won’t suffice; they need more medication to endure.

Yet, this village seems to be completely forgotten by Qingcheng, with no outside support coming in anymore.

Seeing the little woman genuinely angry, the face under his mask became a bit more serious.

Then he casually asked, ”Want to turn the tables?”

Qin Xin: ”Huh?”

Man: ”They say the video is fake news; we’ll let the whole empire see who’s really spreading falsehoods.”

Qin Xin: ”Master, you mean?”

Man: ”Today, we won’t release a video; we’ll do a livestream.”

Start a livestream!

Qin Xin’s heart skipped a beat as she realized, ”Yes, a livestream can prove it was recorded today. Master, how come you’re so resourceful?”

She had just thought of a few ideas, like holding today’s newspaper or the phone calendar to prove it was recorded today.

In the end, the master came up with the most convincing solution.

She couldn’t help but excitedly open her arms and give the man a strong hug... on the arm.

The man felt exhilarated...

Just about to pull her entire little body into his embrace.

Qin Xin quickly let go and said, ”No way, master, our Douyin account is new and can’t start a livestream. It requires a certain number of followers, likes, and other conditions...”

Before she could finish speaking.

The man already opened the account and showed it to her: ”It’s ready.”

Qin Xin was speechless: ”...”

When did this new account become so fully functional?

Was this a special channel opened by the software’s official team?

That’s just too cool.