Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!

Qin Xin stayed up all night rehearsing for the livestream with Old Wang from next door, Old Zhang, and Old Zhao.

The drivers were all honest rural fellows. Because Qin Xin had always brought them meals, water, and medicine, they were extremely grateful and complied with her every request.

Even when it came to naming their team, they listened to her unconditionally.

”Old Wang, there are seven of you, which makes a team. What should we call you?”

”Ah, do we really need a name, Miss Qingxin?”

”Of course! When you’re out there in the world, your name has to be impressive. Otherwise, how will you introduce yourselves during the livestream? Are you going to call yourselves Old Wang’s Family from Next Door?”

”Ahem, well, Miss Qingxin, how about we call ourselves the Gourd Brothers? There are seven of us just right.”

Qin Xin: ”...Pfft. No, the Gourd Brothers name is already taken. Choose another one.”

The drivers really couldn’t come up with anything.

Qin Xin had a eureka moment: ”How about the Seven Immortals?”

Master Tuantuan: ”...”

Woman, your naming skills are truly unbearable.

However, the drivers were very supportive: ”Hey, that’s interesting, Miss Qingxin. Let’s go with that, it’s catchy!”

Master Tuantuan: ”...” It’s more like eye-searing, alright.

At this moment, Qin Xin turned around and asked him with a smile: ”Master, do you think it sounds good?”

Master Tuantuan: ”Hmm. Sounds good.”

Qin Xin clapped her hands in satisfaction: ”If Master thinks it’s good, it must be a particularly tasteful name. Come on, Seven Immortals, let’s get to work! Does everyone know the order for the livestream?”

Drivers: ”Clear!”

”Are you familiar with the movements?”

”Familiar!”

”Remember the slogans for face-smacking?”

”Remembered!”

Master Tuantuan’s lips twitched as he watched Qin Xin direct the ”Seven Immortals” livestream, yet he couldn’t help but fondly brush off the snowflakes from her shoulder.

That night.

A late-night livestream went viral on the internet, becoming an instant hit.

Seven rural men were broadcasting live, teaching everyone how to practice the Eight Pieces of Brocade, and cheering for patients suffering from ”nightmares”—

”Illness isn’t scary; it’s the heart that is scary.”

”We’ve been sentenced to death by experts, but here we are, alive and kicking in the village. We haven’t given up, so you city folks shouldn’t give up either, okay?”

”If you like us little immortals, please remember to give us a like!”

”If you support us, please help share and seek assistance for the elders in the village. We don’t need expensive medicines, just some of the most basic auxiliary medicines are enough.”

”We’re not afraid of the nightmares, but the elders have no hypertension meds, no gastric ulcer meds, no kidney stone expulsion meds... There’s none of that.”

”Our village is almost out of provisions, we don’t even have a thermometer!”

The Seven Immortals completely blew up.

Overnight, countless petitions flew toward Qingcheng and even the high ranks of the Imperial City, like pieces of paper, demanding support for this forgotten little village.

Even more people, excitedly, left their homes overnight and gathered outside Qingcheng Hospital, calling out to the panel of experts.

They questioned why the expert panel didn’t respect the voices of the people and didn’t investigate the cured cases of nightmares in the village but instead labeled them as ”rumors.”

Xu Shifeng was woken up from his sleep by someone knocking on his window, bewildered as he watched the situation develop in a completely unforeseen direction.

”What? The farmers’ Eight Pieces of Brocade can actually aid in healing? They proved it in a livestream?”

”What? Now the crowd is outside the hospital demanding that I be turned over to apologize to everyone?”

”Have they gone mad? Believing a bunch of farmers?”