great-warnovel Chapter 6: Live Streaming Can Be Started with Thoughts
Chapter 6: Live Streaming Can Be Started with Thoughts
The elevator arrived at the basement level, and the doors opened.
The underground parking garage was dimly lit, and the air was filled with a damp, musty smell and the stench of car exhaust.
Chen Hao led his daughter inside and found his car among the rows of parked vehicles.
He bought a white, domestically produced SUV for just over 100,000 yuan last year in cash. He uses it for commuting and occasionally takes it out for a drive on weekends. The car is in decent condition.
He pressed the unlock button, and the car lights flashed twice.
He first opened the trunk, put the pink and gray suitcases inside, then closed the trunk and opened the back door.
Shen Xiaoting stood by the car door, looking up at the inside of the car, feeling a little lost.
Chen Hao bent down, grabbed his daughter under her armpits, picked her up, and gently placed her on the back seat.
Shen Xiaoting's short legs dangled in mid-air and swayed twice before stepping onto the edge of the seat.
Chen Hao leaned in, pulled the seatbelt over his daughter's shoulder, and inserted it into the buckle.
The seatbelt was loose on my daughter, and the shoulder strap was digging right into her neck.
Chen Hao tugged at it, trying to tighten it, but no matter how he adjusted it, it didn't feel right—
This seatbelt is designed for adults; it's not secure enough for a three-year-old. The shoulder straps are too high, and the horizontal strap is too loose.
If the car brakes suddenly or a collision occurs, the seatbelt will not only fail to protect her, but may even strangle her neck.
Chen Hao frowned.
"Tingting, sit here for now, Daddy will take you to buy something," he said.
Shen Xiaoting nodded, gripped the seatbelt with both hands, and sat obediently in her seat.
Chen Hao closed the back door, got into the driver's seat, and started the car.
The engine roared to life, and all the lights on the instrument panel lit up.
He shifted gears, released the handbrake, and the car slowly drove out of the parking space, heading up the ramp in the underground garage.
As I exited the underground parking garage, sunlight streamed through the windshield, almost blindingly bright.
Chen Hao reached out and flipped down the sun visor, glancing at his daughter in the back seat through the rearview mirror as he drove.
Shen Xiaoting sat quietly in the back seat, her hands still gripping the seatbelt, her face turned towards the car window.
Her profile glowed white in the sunlight, her eyelashes were long and slightly upturned, and the outline of her nose was already clearly as straight as Shen Mengyao's.
Her small mouth was slightly open, her breathing was very light, and the wind outside the car window blew a few strands of hair around her ears, but she did not brush them away. She just quietly watched the buildings and pedestrians rushing past the window.
Chen Hao looked away, a strange and inexplicable emotion churning within him.
He actually has a daughter with Shen Mengyao.
Shen Mengyao.
The Four Princesses of Beijing's Elite Circle.
The daughter of the Shen family.
A CEO with assets exceeding 100 billion.
The goddess in the hearts of countless men.
He had occasionally come across those posts discussing Shen Mengyao on financial forums, and the comments below were all the same: "Life winner," "Fairy Sister," and "Who could be worthy of a woman like her?"
He was just casually looking at her at the time, thinking that women of that caliber were completely out of his league, from two entirely different worlds.
But now, his daughter, whom he had given birth to, is sitting in the back seat.
Between him and her lay an insurmountable chasm—
She was the heiress of a wealthy and prestigious family, while he was a migrant worker from the countryside.
She controls a business empire worth hundreds of billions, while he drives a domestic car worth only 100,000 yuan.
She lived in a luxury mansion in Beijing, while he lived in a dilapidated shared apartment.
The difference between the two people is not just a little bit, but a world of difference.
But he and she have a daughter together.
This thought swirled in Chen Hao's mind again and again.
His fingers tightened around the steering wheel, and a thought he never dared to consider before popped into his head—
Will he be able to be with Shen Mengyao in the future?
He himself found the idea absurd as soon as it came to mind.
Who is Shen Mengyao?
How could she possibly be interested in him?
That night four years ago was probably just an accident, an accident she didn't want to talk about.
She hid the child for three years. If she hadn't encountered some trouble, she probably would never have let him know about her daughter's existence.
but--
He remembered Shen Mengyao's reddened eyes when she squatted down to talk to her daughter, her slightly trembling shoulders when she turned to leave, and the last look she gave him before entering the elevator.
In that instant, her face no longer held the aloofness of a billionaire CEO, but rather that of an ordinary, vulnerable mother forced to separate from her daughter.
Chen Hao shook his head, suppressing the jumbled thoughts in his mind.
It's too early to think about these things now; he doesn't even know what happened to her.
The most urgent thing is to take good care of our daughter and let her stay happily in the countryside for six months. We can deal with the rest later once Shen Mengyao has resolved her troubles.
He glanced at the rearview mirror. Shen Xiaoting was still looking out the window, her small face expressionless, but not sad or scared either; it was more of a look of curiosity and scrutiny.
At this moment, Chen Hao remembered the system.
He hadn't had time to carefully examine the voice that suddenly exploded in his mind while he was in the rented room.
As he drove, he kept an eye on the road while silently repeating "system" in his mind.
An interface immediately appeared in his mind, as if a screen had been opened in his brain.
The interface design is very simple, with the words "God-level Dad Live Streaming System" written at the top and several tabs below: Live Streaming, Shop, Tasks, Backpack, and Attributes.
He used his mind to open the "Live Stream" tab, and a description text popped up—
This system supports live streaming without a device.
[After registering an account on any live streaming platform, the host can bind the account through the system and start a live stream with their thoughts.]
During the live stream, the host can freely switch between three perspectives: first-person perspective (host's perspective), second-person perspective (daughter's perspective), and third-person perspective (God's perspective).
[A God's-eye view is equivalent to having a professional camera team filming you, resulting in clear image quality and perfect angles, without requiring any additional equipment.]
[Live Streaming Interaction Feature: The host can send text to the live stream's public screen using their thoughts to interact with viewers without speaking or operating a phone or computer.]
After reading the explanation, Chen Hao was secretly amazed.
This system is amazing! It doesn't even need a camera; it can broadcast live directly in your head and switch perspectives. If this technology were sold in the real world, it would probably be worth hundreds of billions.
He then clicked on the "Shop" tab, which contained rows of product icons, but they were all grayed out and displayed "Unlocked".
He clicked on one casually, and a dialog box popped up—
[God-level Culinary Skill: Requires 10000 Popularity Points to redeem.]
[Note: Mastering basic cooking skills will enable you to prepare delicious meals and enhance your daughter's dining experience.]