The End of the Universe Is Live-Streaming E-commerce – CH71

Chapter 71: The 71st Day of Livestream Selling

“You’re much more amazing than a flower,” Lin Zhao whispered to Reinhardt. By now, he had become very good at handling Reinhardt, just like how, from a very young age, he had known how to make his younger brother behave.

Every monkey had its own way of being tethered. With Lin Xiang, all it took was one sentence—“My little brother is the smartest person in the whole world”—and that peerless child prodigy would help explain problems to him, and even help him with his homework. As for Reinhardt…

You had to make him feel that, in your heart, he was the best, the most special, the one and only. In short, he could compare himself with anything in this world, including but not limited to the refrigerator at home.

That day, Lin Zhao had merely sighed offhandedly, “This fridge is really convenient. It can make ice directly.” As a result, in the middle of the night, he almost caught a cold in a world of ice and snow, because Reinhardt had spent the entire night practicing how to use his mental power to make ice, and successfully froze Lin Zhao awake.

Lin Zhao: When a person was speechless, they really could be very speechless.

Reinhardt immediately pounced over, trying to warm Lin Zhao up while cautiously saying, “Look, Zhaozhao, I can make ice directly too!”

Theoretically, Lin Zhao should have been angry. But after hearing Lenny say that, he somehow failed to hold back and burst into laughter. “Yes, you’re the most amazing refrigerator in the world.”

And then Reinhardt the fridge was satisfied.

Also, yes, the two of them were still sleeping in the same bed for the time being, just like when Reinhardt was still a silver tabby. Because the moment Lin Zhao tried to get Reinhardt to sleep in the guest room, Reinhardt would reveal a pitiful expression that said, “Human, do you have another kitty outside?” Even Lin Xiang’s return could not stop Reinhardt’s obsession with sleeping with Lin Zhao. At most, it turned into him secretly climbing in through the window at night.

He even found it a little thrilling and never tired of it.

Lin Zhao knew this big cat had an excellent physique. According to Lin Xiang, Reinhardt could jump down from the third floor without even blinking. But Lin Zhao still could not help worrying. And so, it became a situation where he waited until his younger brother fell asleep in the middle of the night, then secretly opened the door for Reinhardt.

Reinhardt: Even more thrilling!!!

Lin Zhao said nothing and focused only on continuing to grow the flower.

After the Sigh of Ishtars was planted, it quickly took root and sprouted in the culture medium. On the third day, cracks of color genes appeared. On the seventh day, milky-white embryonic roots extended out. They rapidly spread in all directions, forming a three-dimensional structure similar to a snowflake, firmly gripping every pore in the culture medium.

The second stage began on the twentieth day. In other words, it could finally be moved into a pot.

That was because the Sigh of Ishtars had grown its first leaf. Under specific lighting, its leaves would give off a faint shimmer. Its root system had also grown into a perfect silver-white sphere, tightly wrapping around the entire culture medium. This made it extremely convenient to transplant them together into the flowerpot Reinhardt had prepared for Lin Zhao, a flowerpot that looked expensive at a glance and perfectly matched Lin Zhao’s aesthetic.

Over the next few days, the main stem began to shoot upward rapidly, becoming a magical kind of translucent, to the point that the liquid flowing inside could be vaguely seen.

Whether other people liked Lin Zhao’s recent plant livestreams was hard to say, but Mr. Dandelion loved them to death. Plants, “eating broadcasts,” and its favorite cub growing up—this was basically a perfect dandelion trap. Every day, as soon as it opened its eyes, it waited for the livestream. It was the most loyal viewer and also the one urging him most frequently.

In the past, Lin Zhao had always updated whenever fate allowed. Even after getting an iron rice bowl within the system, he only kept it up for a while before reverting to his old ways, returning to a state of “if I remember, I’ll stream; if I don’t, then forget it.” Now, he was actually being urged into going to work every day and had to livestream on time.

Because if he was even a little late, Mr. Dandelion, who completely failed to understand human social tact, would anxiously come ask him, “What happened to you, Zhaozhao? Did something happen?”

Honestly, Lin Zhao would have felt better if it scolded him instead.

But Mr. Dandelion was genuinely concerned about Lin Zhao, afraid that something had happened to its Blue Star friend, just like how it checked every day whether its cubs were still breathing. It would even ask Lin Zhao, “Do you need me to fly over to find you? I’m very strong. I can protect you.”

Lin Zhao believed that. This dandelion was extremely lethal. It also left Lin Zhao completely unsure how to respond to its heartfelt concern.

In the end, he could only crawl up every day and start the livestream.

1114 was so moved it almost wanted to set up a longevity tablet for Mr. Dandelion. Benefactor! It had never seen its host be this hardworking. Even though it knew very well this was only a fleeting flash in the pan, it was still deeply touched. It announced that Mr. Dandelion was the most beautiful flower in the entire universe! No offense to Little Xiu.

Yes, Lin Zhao’s plant had been given the name Little Xiu. After all, its original name was really too long to keep saying.

On the forty-fifth day, Little Xiu entered a period of rapid growth. Its beautiful leaves evolved into a unique spiral arrangement, and the fine fuzz on their surface allowed it to better absorb moisture from the air. Flower buds began to differentiate. At the tip of the main stem, a tiny dot the size of a bean appeared, emitting a purple glow. That was the earliest form of the flower bud.

It also foreshadowed Little Xiu’s future color.

Or, in other words, the base color of Lin Zhao’s soul: purple.

To be honest, even Lin Zhao found it rather surprising. He did not really have any particular favorite color. Or perhaps he had simply never encountered it. In the past, he would only vaguely tell people that he preferred cool tones—green, blue, anything was fine.

Now, seeing this deep purple, he suddenly realized that he did seem to like purple more. There was no special reason. It simply made him feel at ease and secure when he saw it. Just like the life he had always pursued: calm, plain, and without waves.

On the sixty-sixth day, Little Xiu’s flower bud began swelling, like a balloon being inflated. The outer layer of the bud was already faintly about to open, revealing the tightly wrapped petals within, marked with purple patterns of varying shades.

On the eighty-eighth day, at 10:43 in the morning, Huaguo time on Blue Star.

Little Xiu decided to bloom.

Of course, before that moment came, Lin Zhao did not know what it had decided. He was simply doing what he had done for the past week, preparing to have 1114 aim the livestream camera at the flower he had poured quite a bit of effort into.

At first, Lin Zhao had not felt much emotion or had many thoughts about growing the flower. He was simply happy that his friend had given him such a special gift, one that could also help him reasonably pad out his livestream hours.

But when he started coming every single day to observe the flower’s changes, watching it slowly grow from such a tiny seed into its current upright form, whether or not it matched the base color of his soul, he thought he could not help pouring more affection and attention into it.

Just as The Little Prince said, it was the time you spent on your rose that made your rose so important.

The flower bud kept swelling, and its patterns gradually became clearer, like a star map slowly unfolding. But Lin Zhao had never seen it move before—until this day. Just as he turned around, preparing to look for Reinhardt, he caught a slight change from the corner of his eye. The flower bud trembled gently.

Then, starting from the outermost bracts, it began to loosen. Almost in the blink of an eye, the petals that had wrapped around it for more than twenty days began to slowly bloom along the lines already designed within them.

The petals fully opened.

It was also at this moment that Lin Zhao suddenly remembered to call Reinhardt over to witness it together.

They stood together beneath the gentle light and watched it stretch freely. At first, it was slow, as if every cell’s movement could be seen, from the edges of the petals to the extremely fine ring of fuzz inside, then to the natural halo embedded in the petals. Because of the flow of cell fluid, the edges of the petals seemed to flash with one faint glimmer after another.

When the Sigh of Ishtars fully bloomed, the entire flower was about eight centimeters in diameter. The petals layered upon each other like a flower in full, passionate bloom, yet somehow, magically, the entire flower still gave off a lazy feeling.

A more accurate description would be: Lin Zhao. Beautiful, but languid.

Even in a violent storm, if he wanted to rest, he would sleep through it without fail.

Lin Zhao and Reinhardt finally saw the color of the petals clearly. It was a gradient spreading from the inside outward. It was not entirely purple. More accurately, it transitioned from white to blue, then to purple. The pistil was white, gradually shifting to a large area of blue in the center of the petals, and finally gathering into a deeper purple rim at the petal tips.

That purple was not static. Under the light, it flowed, just like the nebula Reinhardt had once invited Lin Zhao to see.

Slowly, and brilliantly.

It finally made Lin Zhao understand why it was called the Sigh of Ishtars. Anyone who saw it bloom for the first time would probably be unable to stop themselves from sighing in the face of such a dreamlike sight.

He only did not know whether it was his imagination, but the purple along the edges looked a little like Lenny’s eye color.

It was also at that moment that Reinhardt’s mind jolted, and he vaguely remembered something.

He had once privately asked Carlos’s partner, Su Li, in great embarrassment, how had he fallen for Carlos? Was it just because Carlos wore glasses?

This omega, who had grown up in an ABO world and had been pampered since childhood, laughed until he nearly doubled over. He said, “Oh, Your Highness, how could you think that? Who would fall in love with someone just because of a pair of glasses? I fell in love with him because he specifically pretended he needed to wear glasses all the time for my sake.”

Although it sounded a little convoluted, and a little silly, it really was adorable, wasn’t it?

“Of course, it was also because when I visited his home, I saw the Sigh of Ishtars he was raising. Guess what I saw?”

“What?”

“I saw myself.”

Reinhardt: ?

Reinhardt truly had no idea how one could see a person in a flower.

Until this moment, when he saw his own color in Lin Zhao’s Sigh of Ishtars. Even if it was only a tiny bit at the very edge, it was enough to drive him wild with joy.

This purple could only be him. It could not possibly be anyone else.

His heart had never beaten so fiercely before. It was just like the first day he saw Lin Zhao.

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