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　　TL: Zhao

　　Editing: Krisaia

　　Shao Xian arrived at the Hangzhou broadcasting station in the afternoon later that day. Her amazement at seeing the president, who showed visible worry, was even greater than seeing sages.

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　　"Broadcasting to the entire world?" Shao Xian repeated with excitement, as Bai Ze had not informed her of the specifics beforehand.

　　"Yes. All of the TV channels, radio frequencies, and even all of the websites. How's that?" Bai Ze said with a smile.

　　"s.h.i.+t! You're kidding me!" Shao Xian's eyes widened.

　　The president nodded upon noticing Shao Xian's stare.

　　"See, I knew that you would bring good fortune if we got married! Wow! Even Fang Shui'er's concert was only broadcasted by three companies…" Shao Xian jumped up in excitement.

　　"What? You're married?" Bai Ze exclaimed.

　　"Yup, this morning!" Shao Xian showed off her certificate.

　　"Is same-s.e.x marriage allowed?" Bai Ze turned toward the president.

　　The president was suddenly starting to doubt his decision in trusting Bai Ze.

　　"Are they… all like that?" The president whispered to Pan Junwei, not understanding how the trio in front of him could be so carefree despite the impending doom.

　　"Well… yes. Before you gave me this, I was also like them." Pan Junwei's worried expression gradually relaxed as he touched the shoulder pad indicating his military rank. After all, to be a guardian was to laugh in the face of overwhelming odds and to joke while defying the Heavens.

　　"When are we starting?" Shao Xian looked around excitedly, looking for her stage.

　　"At seven. We have one hour left," A staff member said.

　　"Ah!? Already? How many songs am I singing?" Shao Xian took out her cell phone.

　　"How many? One, of course." Bai Ze said.

　　"One? Not that one again!" Shao Xian was disappointed.

　　"It's no use if you sing any other song…" Bai Ze pursed her lips.

　　"Alright, alright. One song is fine." Shao Xian's mood brightened after thinking about the scale of the broadcasting.

　　"Let's go. We need to prepare for the performance." Bai Ze shook her head and led Shao Xian toward the make-up room.

　　The room was prepared in a rush, but it was nevertheless a very large one. However, unlike a recording studio, there was no gla.s.s pane separating the room from a control room. Instead, there was a computer desk in the middle of the room with a chair in front of it and a standing microphone.