Chapter Seventy-Five: Rewards from the Special Treasure Chest

Hearing the system’s voice, Wang Mo was overcome with excitement. Finally! He had finally completed this side quest! It hadn’t been easy.

Since he was still live streaming, Wang Mo desperately wanted to know what was inside the special treasure chest, but he held back the urge to open it.

That night, Wang Mo’s stream continued until half past eleven. The highest number of viewers in the room reached 154,000! As for his followers, by the end of the broadcast, he’d surpassed two million, and the number was still climbing every moment.

Judging by this trend, Wang Mo estimated that when the poem “Facing the Sea, With Spring Blossoms” fermented further, his fan count could break three million. Three million fans—even on today’s Douyin—would make him a major influencer.

Seeing these results, the entire team at Yunhai Media responsible for Wang Mo’s live stream was elated. Especially Yuan Xiong, who was constantly issuing instructions to the staff.

“Keep hyping this up, push the momentum even further!”

“Let Xilou’s name spread far and wide!”

“Build a unique streamer!”

And so on.

It was only when the stream finally ended that Yuan Xiong let out a breath of relief. What a thrilling night. But in the next second, his eyes nearly popped out—he watched as Wang Mo, having just finished streaming, dashed out as if his pants were on fire.

Yuan Xiong hurried after him. “Wang Mo, what’s the rush?”

Wang Mo replied, “Isn’t it obvious? If you’re not eager to clock out, something’s wrong with your head.”

Yuan Xiong was speechless for a moment. He took a deep breath and continued, “You can’t just walk out like this. Tonight, with the impact from both the police and your poem, this is huge for you and the company. We have to hold a meeting as soon as possible to come up with the best plan, so we can maximize the heat this event is generating. This is your chance to soar as a streamer!”

Wang Mo asked, “Do I need to attend?”

Yuan Xiong glared at him. “Of course you do!”

Wang Mo: “Really?”

Yuan Xiong: “Really!”

How could this guy even say such things? As the person at the center of all this, how could he skip the meeting?

But Wang Mo was unmoved. He’d seen his share of so-called meetings. What did it matter if he was involved? His presence was pointless—just sitting there, listening to dry, tedious discussions.

He shook his head. “I have more important things to do.”

Seeing Wang Mo’s resolute expression, Yuan Xiong had no choice but to relent. “Fine, I’ll fill you in on the meeting details tomorrow. But before you go, answer me this—when did you go to the seaside? When did you write that poem? How come I didn’t know?”

Ever since Wang Mo’s scandal, Yuan Xiong had stuck to him like glue. Even when he wasn’t around, he’d have someone else look after Wang Mo. He simply couldn’t recall a single day when Wang Mo had gone to the sea.

Going to the seaside was one thing—but to write “Facing the Sea, With Spring Blossoms”? It was as if he’d seen a ghost.

Wang Mo hesitated. “Uh… I really need to pee, I’ll tell you next time!”

With that, he made his escape.

Yuan Xiong watched Wang Mo’s retreating figure, frowning in thought for a long time before huffing, “No one has ever kept a secret from me for long. Just you wait, kid!”

…

Wang Mo returned to his apartment as quickly as possible. He shut the door and took a shower, finally calming his excited heart. Inwardly, he whispered, “Open the special treasure chest.”

The system’s voice promptly sounded in his mind:

[Congratulations, host: Singing skill +1.]

[Congratulations, host: Acquired professional-level piano technique.]

[Congratulations, host: Acquired the piano piece ‘All That I Think of Is Starlight.’]

Three rewards. Each one left Wang Mo stunned.

The first reward—singing skill.

“Singing skill? Even this alone is a huge gain,” Wang Mo murmured to himself.

He knew perfectly well how terrible his singing was. He was the type who could kill with his singing—so hopeless that no amount of training would ever make him decent. But this time, the system had given him a singing boost.

“System, what’s my singing skill now?” he asked inwardly.

[Host’s current singing skill is 5 points.]

“Oh.” Wang Mo nodded, speechless. Even with the improvement, he only had 5 points. Did that mean he’d had just 4 points before? No wonder his singing had always been a disaster.

“System, how are singing skills graded?”

[

Tone-deaf: 1–4 points

Average person: 5–6 points

Ordinary professional singer: 6–7 points

Elite singer: 7–8 points

Top singer: 9 points and above

]

Now that Wang Mo’s singing skill was 5 points, he’d finally returned to a normal human level. Just one more point and he’d enter the realm of professional singers. The future looked promising!

He moved on to the second reward.

“Only professional-level piano technique? Shouldn’t it be expert or master level?” Wang Mo frowned.

In truth, as a former top celebrity, Wang Mo wasn’t without talent. At the very least, under the tutelage of a pianist hired by the company, he had painstakingly managed to pass the highest professional level for piano students.

[Kind reminder: The professional piano technique awarded refers to the level of a professional pianist, not the basic certification for children. Please be aware.] the system explained.

“Oh,” Wang Mo replied, slightly embarrassed.

Looked at this way, this reward was actually quite good.

As for the third reward, Wang Mo saw it as a supplement to the second. He recalled “All That I Think of Is Starlight” in his mind.

“Not bad at all.”

With his piano foundation, he could tell that while the piece wasn’t a world-famous composition, it was quite melodious and of high quality. For someone like him, to have such a piece as his first piano composition would certainly surprise people, but it was within the bounds of reason.

Otherwise, if his very first piece was something like “Mariage d’Amour” or “Für Elise,” who would believe it?

Wang Mo wanted to try playing “All That I Think of Is Starlight” on the piano, to get a feel for it, but unfortunately, there was no piano in his apartment. He had to give up for now.

…

That night, Wang Mo slept soundly. The completion of his quest and the success of his live stream left him in high spirits. Before bed, he even had time to glance at the private messages in his Douyin inbox.

After the explosion of popularity, his private messages were increasing at breakneck speed. Netizens from all over the country had sent him all kinds of messages.

Such as:

“Xilou, thank you for your poem. It really warmed my heart.”

“Xilou, how are you so talented? Could you send a photo?”

“Xilou, I want to marry you!”

“Watch videos, everything you want, add V: 11qwe.”

Wang Mo specifically picked out a message from a fan who had lost a leg and replied: “I’ve seen your message. I’m very glad my poem could give you strength. Please focus on your recovery for now—work can wait. Once you’re healed, just update your novel by a hundred thousand characters a day to repay your readers…”