Chapter Seventy-Two: I Was Secretly Filmed in the Bathroom—And It Was Livestreamed!

Jiang Yun, wearing a mask and clutching his stomach, returned to the lobby on the first floor. Beneath his mask, his expression was as dark as a thundercloud, almost dripping with gloom.

"Damn it! You really can't eat expired food!"

Pushing through the crowd, Jiang Yun made his way to the table.

"Everyone, the real Jiang Yun has arrived. I'm heading out!"

Jiang Yun sat down and began signing autographs for the crowd.

"Are you really Sanyu?"

Jiang Yun nodded.

"Why are you wearing a mask and sunglasses?"

Jiang Yun rolled his eyes. The reason for the mask and sunglasses was simple: he didn't want to reveal his other identity as the singer Jiang Yun.

Just as he sat down, his stomach rumbled again.

"Zhang Yi, Editor Zhang!" Jiang Yun called, "Come and help me out again!"

With a resigned sigh, Zhang Yi returned to the table.

By now, there were already several dozen people who had come for the signing event.

Jiang Yun struggled through the crowd, making his way toward the restroom.

Inside, the sound of running water echoed.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yi continued signing on Jiang Yun's behalf. In no time, another few dozen people had arrived, swelling the crowd to over a hundred.

In the restroom, Jiang Yun pulled up his pants and stood, feeling a deep sense of relief.

Returning to the hall and surveying the crowd of a hundred, he was taken aback.

He hadn't expected the event to be such a sensation offline, with so many people eager to attend the signing.

Pushing past the throng, he made his way back.

Zhang Yi stood up. "The real Jiang Yun is here, everyone. Please stop asking me!"

"Editor Zhang, help me buy a box of montmorillonite powder."

"What do you need that for?"

"To treat diarrhea, obviously. Don't ask, just go get it!" Jiang Yun urged.

"Alright, wait here for me!"

Jiang Yun sat down to sign for each person in line.

From morning until noon, he barely had a moment's rest, and the number of people kept growing.

"Sanyu, who would've thought your book would be such a hit offline too!"

"It's not bad," Jiang Yun replied modestly.

At lunchtime, Jiang Yun placed a sign on the table: "Books will be signed again at 2:30 PM!"

He and Zhang Yi found a restaurant—the Red Romance Western Restaurant, Library Branch.

They settled into a booth and began to order.

"Jiang Yun, your 'Battle Horses of the Firmament' has already started casting. Filming will begin soon—aren't you excited?"

"It's alright," he answered.

After their meal and a brief chat, they got up to leave.

The medication had taken effect, and Jiang Yun felt much better.

That afternoon, the signing event grew even more crowded.

The line stretched endlessly, and murmurs passed through the crowd.

"Why is Sanyu wearing sunglasses and a mask?!"

"Maybe he's ugly and embarrassed to show himself!"

"Nonsense. With that tall, slender figure, you can tell he's handsome."

"You're such a fangirl—"

"Who are you calling a fangirl?"

"You, obviously!"

"So what if I am? What are you going to do about it?"

Zhang Tie, a veteran streamer and an avid reader, was also present at the event.

"Hey everyone, take a look at this superstar! His royalties have broken ten million!"

He pointed his camera at the long queue and then at Jiang Yun behind the table.

The online audience responded with a flood of comments.

"I know this book! I'm following it, though I'm just a newbie—just reached the Yunlan Sect."

"Why is the author wearing sunglasses and a mask?"

"Maybe he's too ugly to show his face!"

"Maybe so!"

"Nonsense, I bet this author isn't ugly at all. In fact, he's probably quite handsome!"

"How about a bet, then?"

"Alright!"

"If you think he's ugly, type 1. If you think he's handsome, type 2!"

"1"

"1"

"1"

"2"

"1"

Zhang Tie read the comments and declared to the camera, "I'm going with 2!"

Just then, the top donor sent a message: "Streamer, if you can get the author to take off his mask and sunglasses, I'll send you ten rocket gifts."

Zhang Tie's eyes lit up. "Really?"

The top donor replied, "A promise is a promise!"

Gritting his teeth, Zhang Tie declared, "Damn it, I'll do it!"

The chat erupted in excitement.

"Streamer, if you can get a shot of Liu Sanyu's real face, we'll shower you with gifts!"

"If one day the streamer doesn't broadcast, there are only two reasons!"

"What are those?"

"First, he's been beaten to death. Second, he's been locked up—three meals a day included!"

"Looking forward to either outcome!"

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The signing event continued deep into the afternoon. By now, Jiang Yun's fans and readers were gradually dispersing.

"Finally done!" Jiang Yun let out a long sigh.

But just then, his stomach growled once more, contorting his features beneath the mask.

"All afternoon with no trouble, but now it's back again..."

Clutching his stomach, he hurried to the restroom.

Inside, he removed his mask and sunglasses, feeling a wave of relief.

Suddenly, a noise—"Click!"

"Who's there?"

Jiang Yun looked up sharply, just in time to see someone leaning over the partition, phone in hand, snapping photos.

Zhang Tie cursed under his breath, "Damn, my foot slipped!"

He scrambled off the toilet, grabbing his phone and dashing out. He'd just stumbled upon a huge secret, and if he didn't run, he might not make it out alive.

Jiang Yun hastily wiped himself, pulled up his pants, and chased after him.

"Stop right there!"

Zhang Tie ran while shouting into his phone, "Guys, are you surprised? I risked my neck for this—send those gifts!"

"Whoosh!"

"The mysterious web novelist is actually Jiang Yun—sending a rocket gift!"

"Thank you to 'The mysterious web novelist is actually Jiang Yun' for the rocket!"

"What?! Jiang Yun was filmed in the restroom—sending a rocket!"

"Thank you to 'What?! Jiang Yun was filmed in the restroom' for the rocket!"

"Jiang Yun's skin is so fair—sending ten rockets!"

"Thank you to 'Jiang Yun's skin is so fair' for the ten rockets!"

Zhang Tie kept filming even as he ran, which led to him tripping and falling hard.

Jiang Yun seized the chance, tackled him to the ground, and quickly wrestled the phone from his grip. One glance at the screen, and he was livid.

Jiang Yun immediately pulled out his own phone and dialed the police.

"Hello, yes, I'd like to report something."

"I was filmed in the restroom—someone livestreamed it!"

"Really, I swear to God!"

"Alright, I've already detained the suspect. Please hurry!"

Straddling Zhang Tie, Jiang Yun pinned him down forcefully. "Do you realize you've violated my right to my own image?!"

"Please, man, let me go! I won't do it again—I swear!" Zhang Tie wailed. If he got caught, he could very well end up in jail.

The thought sent a chill down his spine.

Before long, the sound of sirens pierced the air.

Zhang Tie was handcuffed and escorted into the police car.

Jiang Yun joined them as well.

For a moment, the world was quiet.

But the livestream chat was still boiling over.

"Where's that person who predicted two possible outcomes? Right on the money—the streamer really got taken in!"

"I could laugh about this for a year!"

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