VFMESR Chapter 66.1

During the break, the live stream of the meetup lost a bunch of viewers, simply because the prodigy’s match was just around the corner. Before this, not everyone knew about him; it’s just that after hearing so many people talk about him and searching for info on this prince, curiosity crept in.

 

The match of the double S-level spiritual user – something they’d never witnessed before. Now that there’s a chance, might as well check it out and be part of the buzz.

 

Ji Yun, true to his promise, opened the live stream of the mecha competition early. Seated behind his mentor, his actions drew the attention of the old professor.

 

He knew a thing or two about the affairs among young people but kindly reminded, “Now you can watch for a bit, but after the break, focus on learning from their therapist’s personal experiences.”

 

Though he appeared indifferent, when the young man came out, he glanced over due to a sense of familiarity. Later, he listened attentively, gradually gaining interest. While others might only notice Jiang Ling’s age and voice, he found genuine inspiration. With such a keen ability to comprehend, he could potentially excel in other fields of study as well. The only unknown is his spiritual power level – just like in the mecha profession, the most important thing is his talent in spiritual abilities.

 

“I got it, Professor.” Ji Yun’s gaze remained fixed on the screen, responding casually.

 

The professor, observing Jiang Ling’s calm demeanor, then stealing a look at Ji Yun engrossed in the screen behind him, chuckled and shook his head. It seemed, for now, the alpha in the mecha department was more popular.

 

The break wasn’t long, and soon everything returned to normal. Chu Wenyu, feeling tired, decided to wait for Alpha in the lounge. It took him some time to figure out how to watch the live stream online, as he wasn’t into these things before.

 

When Jiang Ling took the stage again, some of the audience below seemed a bit exhausted, and a discreet group even slipped away. Meanwhile, the mecha competition next door was at its peak. The camera almost entirely followed Jiang Qian, and even his mecha’s appearance elicited a lot of cheers. It was almost crazier than idol worship, with the prince’s identity adding a significant halo. The difference in levels between him and his opponent was blatant.

 

Jiang Qian’s opponent, also a student from a prestigious school, though not on par with Holy Dan Academy, was widely recognized for his skill. So, it was expected to be an intensely exciting match.

 

This allure started shaking the meetup live stream viewers.

 

[Sorry, little brother, you’re charming, but it seems the excitement next door is stronger.]

 

[I’ll come back as soon as I finish watching that match.]

 

In this situation, only a very few viewers who truly disliked combat scenes stayed to listen to Jiang Ling’s explanation of therapeutic knowledge.

 

In fact, this meetup had achieved better results than previous ones. Never before had there been a force capable of competing with the mecha league. The stronger this force, the greater Yagor’s ambitions grew.

 

Thinking it was time, he signaled the host on stage and instructed backstage staff to prepare immediately.

 

Ji Kai sat in the audience, occasionally glancing at the vacant seat beside him, his expression dark and inscrutable. The man hadn’t shown up, and he couldn’t help but wonder where he could be at this moment. He found himself unable to resist delving deeper into his thoughts. Considering how intimate they were before entering the lounge, who knows what might have happened during this time to keep the man from coming.

 

The more he thought about it, the more Ji Kai developed a subtle resentment while watching Jiang Ling on stage. There was an inexplicable bitterness that he couldn’t swallow.

 

Various thoughts crossed his mind, leading him to log into the interstellar therapist forum, where he found the masses discussing today’s two live broadcasts.

 

[I never thought that this little Jiang is so young. He seems to have a pretty face under the mask.]

 

Ji Kai immediately recalled the side profile he accidentally caught a glimpse of, his gaze shifting.

 

[But let’s be real, our meetup is struggling. We’re completely overshadowed by the one next door. The popularity comparison between the two live streams makes me feel embarrassed.]

 

[Let’s be blunt, I’m also watching the other broadcast, haha. Originally, my dream was to major in mecha, but speaking of it, this prince with soaring popularity is truly impressive. I thought it was just hype…]

 

[Us grassroots folks can’t compare to them. Just look at the audience numbers; people clearly prefer the tall, rich, and handsome ones.]

 

Ji Kai noticed that Jiang Ling had been keeping a low profile without revealing his face or real information. A thought crossed his mind, and he joined the chatter among the crowd.

 

[I’m here at the venue, and I accidentally caught a glimpse of the true face of that nickname ‘Little Jiang’ backstage. Honestly, he’s quite ugly, no wonder he wears a mask.] Ji Kai, of course, had activated anonymous mode; otherwise, he wouldn’t dare joke around with his own reputation.

 

But if he didn’t do something, it would really make him feel uncomfortable.

 

[Really? I thought the outline was still okay. Well, thank goodness he wears a mask; he still managed to fool some viewers.]

 

Ji Kai looked at the comments on Jiang Ling’s appearance, chuckled, but still felt dissatisfied. Because he knew it wasn’t the truth, so there was no satisfaction at all. More importantly, he didn’t like that old man. Thinking about the last time they shared a room, Ji Kai pursed his lips and continued.

 

[You guys don’t know, this guy is hilarious. Probably the first time he didn’t have to pay for such a place, he turned into a complete miser. He even brought his boyfriend to freeload on food and drinks. The kicker is, his boyfriend is just like him, old and ugly, probably here to leech off him.]

 

[Damn, really that awesome?]

 

Ji Kai instantly skewed the direction of the forum discussion. Seeing everyone gossiping, he felt relieved. He couldn’t let himself be disgusted alone.

 

Since no one knew it was him, Ji Kai was in no rush.

 

The members of the Warwick team were somewhat angered by these messages, but they didn’t know the truth. According to their understanding, Jiang Ling did indeed have a boyfriend, and based on his boyfriend’s possessiveness, he might have really tagged along. However, they didn’t believe that Jiang Ling’s character was as bad as the forum discussions portrayed. As for his appearance, they didn’t care; they weren’t celebrities, and they valued friendship over looks. They even thought that using looks as a point of criticism had a foul odor.

 

To those steering the narrative on the forum, it seemed like their character was even worse.

 

Even if the audience was initially curious, after such a long time looking at a masked face, they would inevitably become a bit tired. Meanwhile, the live stream next door was entering its most intense phase. The outcome would be decided shortly, and it was clear that Jiang Qian was on the verge of victory. However, he didn’t seem to intend to let his opponent off easily. Students from Holy Dan Academy, familiar with Jiang Qian’s gaming habits, knew he was preparing his unique move. They eagerly predicted this in the barrage.

 

Jiang Ling, feeling parched, finally saw the host announcing the next segment.

 

[Next, our Little Jiang will simulate the entire process of therapy for everyone and then bid farewell.] As the host spoke, the staff had already brought the simulation equipment onto the stage, mirroring the simulation room in the app.

 

Once he wore the equipment, Jiang Ling would enter a virtual space where virtual patients awaited him.

 

This segment wasn’t communicated to Jiang Ling beforehand, but considering the nature of the tournament, such an activity was reasonable. Moreover, the curious audience below was watching the stage, and at this moment, there was no room for him to refuse.

 

Under the guidance of the staff, Jiang Ling wore the simulation equipment.

 

The simulated scene in this program was one of the most classic scenarios in the current therapy field, attempted by almost every therapist who reached a certain level, simply because the simulated patient’s condition was extremely complex. The therapist could adjust the patient’s spiritual level based on their own abilities, as it was nearly impossible for most therapists to approach a patient with excessively high spiritual levels.

 

Yagor casually watched one or two of Jiang Ling’s match videos and was surprisingly amazed to find that he handled patients with double S-level spiritual powers with ease. Although luck might play a role, given his level, he wouldn’t be unknown in the field without the skills. 

 

Without much hesitation, Yagor set the difficulty to double S-level spiritual powers. Even if unsuccessful, it would be a highlight of the meetup. No one would be too harsh on a young person, and Yagor’s focus wasn’t on showcasing the opponent’s strength.

 

Why rely on skill when you can thrive on looks?

 

The progress in the virtual room would be projected onto the big screen so that all the viewers could see clearly.

 

‘This scenario… they’re not mistaken, are they?’ Other therapists, also guests, watched what was happening on stage. They glanced in Yagor’s direction, uncertain about his intentions.

 

Even if they entered the simulation, it might not be easy to discern, especially for a newcomer like Jiang Ling. Moreover, if they weren’t mistaken, it was set at the highest difficulty level. As long as Jiang Ling’s spiritual power wasn’t at the S-level, there was a higher chance that he wouldn’t even get close to the patient’s body, possibly facing virtual harm. Though it was just virtual, this would leave a mark in the young man’s history.

 

The old professor became interested in the show’s unexpected move. He roughly checked some of Jiang Ling’s information and noticed that, while his techniques might not be optimal, he consistently managed to crack each time. He speculated about the possibilities; this young man might lack experience, but his aptitude and spiritual power seemed extraordinary.

 

“Ji Yun, pay attention.” He reminded the student beside him, urging him not to get too caught up in trivial matters of love and instead focus on understanding the professional knowledge.

 

Ji Yun was feeling a bit annoyed due to the barrage of comments on the screen, so he resentfully lifted his head. It wasn’t that he wanted to watch Jiang Ling’s performance; it was just a display of his bad temper.

 

He was well aware of Jiang Qian’s popularity, but the pretentious display irked him. Besides catching the attention of the fans, what other purpose could there be?

 

He didn’t know about Ji Kai’s recent psychological fluctuations in such a short period, so he was now somewhat curious about Jiang Ling due to Ji Kai’s influence.

 

Everyone’s gaze was fixed on the stage, even those in the sparsely populated live stream, eager to see what kind of spectacle would unfold.

 

Familiar sensations engulfed Jiang Ling as he quickly immersed himself in the virtual world. Opening the door, he stepped into the room before him, cautiously preparing to face the situation.

 

The virtual room resembled a palace. The further he walked, the more familiar it felt, similar to a low-budget version of the Burke Star Palace.

 

The virtual patient’s figure and face were created, not modeled after a real person. Even the face of Jiang Ling displayed on the big screen was virtual, not an exact representation of his real appearance.

 

The patient sat in a wheelchair with their back turned to him, surrounded by thick spiritual energy fluctuations.

 

This scene immediately reminded Jiang Ling of Chu Wenyu. Everything, from the virtual patient’s spiritual turmoil to the spiritual energy waves, had a striking resemblance to Chu Wenyu’s situation.

 

Meanwhile, in the lounge, Chu Wenyu observed everything happening in the live stream. His initially lazy demeanor suddenly sharpened, as if contemplating something.

 

Fine, he wanted to know which therapist had replicated his symptoms for research. This meetup was getting increasingly out of line.

 

However, as he watched the live stream and saw the real person sitting in the device with seemingly softer eyes, he wasn’t as angry anymore. He shelved the idea of immediately stopping the meetup.

 

Alpha, it seemed, knew him well. Even the appearance of his spiritual energy surge was remembered.

 

Chu Wenyu rested his chin on his hand, feeling a sweet sensation in his heart. He wanted to see firsthand how Alpha treated him in his daily life. Normally, he couldn’t control himself, let alone observe Alpha’s demeanor.

 

At least it was all virtual, and others were unaware. Chu Wenyu could easily guess the expressions on Jiang Ling’s face based on the eyes visible outside the mask.

 

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