Little River Live was about to start broadcasting.
All eyes turned to Nian Shutong's spot, where she, resembling a nearsighted old lady, was stretching her neck, squinting at the Light Computer as if she had presbyopia, and occasionally bumping into the old man beside her.
"Hey, look, is it about to start broadcasting, what time does it say?"
"Let me see."
Fu Yunhe also craned his neck, his eyes squinting as if he couldn't see clearly, then pretended to pull out a pair of glasses from his pocket and put them on.
"Ah... it really is about to broadcast, starting in just ten minutes."
After Fu Yunhe spoke, he turned curiously towards the two scammers with a chuckle and asked, "You guys are really good people, aren't you? You must think we're bored sitting on the Starship and are preparing to entertain us with a performance, right?"
"Oh my, does that mean I can appear in the broadcast?"