Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 446 Top-Tier Brainstorming

She paused for a moment, then cautiously voiced her core request: "My viewers in the live stream greatly admire and are very curious about you. They strongly hope I can turn the camera on you. Would it be convenient for you to allow that?"

After speaking, she glanced quickly and cautiously at Liu Ruyan, who stood beside Ye Fan with a cool and aloof demeanor.

Her biggest worry was that this elegant woman would show displeasure or directly stop her.

Fortunately, Liu Ruyan simply stood there quietly, looking at the display vehicle with indifferent eyes, seemingly unconcerned about it.

Han Yiying's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

Ye Fan did not answer immediately; his gaze lingered on Han Yiying's slightly nervous face for two or three seconds.

This time seemed to stretch on endlessly. Just when Han Yiying thought she was about to be politely refused, Ye Fan slowly nodded, his tone as calm as if he were discussing the weather:

"Do as you please."

This answer is so simple it's almost casual!

Ye Fan's idea was very practical. This was a public exhibition center, and countless mobile phones, cameras, and media lenses were already pointed at them.

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Whether Han Yiying takes the photo or not makes little difference.

His trip was aboveboard; it was neither a secret meeting nor anything to hide, so there was no need for him to avoid the cameras.

"Oh! Really?"

Han Yiying could hardly believe her ears. Overwhelmed with joy, her tension vanished instantly, and a genuine, radiant smile bloomed on her face. She quickly bowed and expressed her gratitude: "Thank you so much, Mr. Ye! Thank you so much for your understanding and support!"

This is the key to massive traffic!

Ye Fan casually waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to be polite.

Just as Han Yiying was about to turn around to get the equipment, Ye Fan seemed to remember something and added casually:

"Your game commentary is quite good."

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Han Yiying's ears!

"You...you've watched my game commentary?" She suddenly looked up, her big eyes filled with disbelief and a hint of overwhelming joy, her voice rising several decibels.

Gaining the approval of such a mysterious big shot was far more exciting for her than the surge in popularity of her live stream!

Ye Fan simply nodded slightly, offering no further explanation.

He understood.

In this life, he naturally never paid attention to game live streaming.

But in his "past life" memories, "Miss," who worked hard in the e-sports circle and had a clear and infectious commentary style, was indeed one of the people he watched in his spare time.

However, as he became increasingly busy with his own business, he gradually stopped paying attention and his knowledge of her subsequent development became vague.

Unexpectedly, fate brought the two together briefly at the auto show.

This understated yet weighty affirmation from Ye Fan left Han Yiying's heart pounding for a long time.

Ye Fan looked at Han Yiying, who was clearly excited by his comment, and remained calm.

He knew that Han Yiying was at the peak of her career in the game live streaming industry, with both popularity and a good reputation.

Given her professionalism and the caution she would exercise during her rising career, it's unlikely she would do anything to ruin her future.

But what does this have to do with him?

In his eyes, whether they are anchors under the spotlight or stars on the screen, once the halo given by fans is removed, they are essentially ordinary people, struggling to make a living, with their own joys and sorrows.

In my past life, watching her commentate or play matches was simply a way to appreciate a professional commentator's clear logic and fluent expression during my busy work schedule, nothing more.

Ye Fan always acts according to his own will, and he never develops any possessive desire to "have" someone just because they are a beautiful woman or a celebrity.

Just like when he bought that G63—it caught his eye and pleased him, so he bought it cleanly and decisively.

The same principle applies to how we treat people.

If the feeling is right, it's fate; if the feeling is wrong, no matter if you're a celestial being or a top superstar, it has nothing to do with him.

This composure and detachment, stemming from his strength and experience, is the essential difference between him and the vast majority of people in the world.

In Han Yiying's online live streaming room, there are indeed quite a few so-called "rich second generation" fans who spend a lot of money.

However, those who flaunt rockets and airplanes in the virtual world to gain attention are worlds apart from Ye Fan, who can be on friendly terms with Fang Yu, a core figure in Jinling's top circles. Their power and influence are worlds apart.

Those are two completely different worlds.

Ye Fan's existence itself redefined Han Yiying's understanding of the boundaries of "second-generation rich" and even "top class".

Therefore, when Ye Fan casually mentioned that he had "watched her commentary," the weight of those words in Han Yiying's mind was far greater than the flattery from the "big brothers" who showered her with gifts in the live stream!

This even gave her a near-flattering, unreal feeling.

Han Yiying's smile grew even sweeter, tinged with a hint of curiosity and disbelief, as she asked, "I really didn't expect you to have watched my live stream?"

She simply couldn't reconcile the image of this mysterious young man with a powerful aura and who spent money like water with the one sitting in front of the computer watching a game live stream.

Ye Fan's answer was direct and flat, without any embellishment: "I just glance at it occasionally."

He paused, then added a fact that surprised Han Yiying even more: "I haven't even registered an account."

That's the absolute truth.

In his previous life, Ye Fan may have clicked on her live stream as a visitor, but he never registered, let alone sent gifts or interacted with her.

For him, it was just pure entertainment.

"Oh, I see!" Han Yiying nodded as if suddenly realizing something, and in an instant, everything made sense to her.

"As expected! This is truly top-tier!"

"Unlike those peacocks online who flaunt their wealth the moment they have a little money, constantly showering gifts and sending comments in live streams, reveling in the adoration of the streamer and viewers, as if afraid others won't know they're rich—that kind of behavior actually exposes their inner insecurity and limited wealth."

"For someone like Ye Fan, wealth and status are ingrained in his very being; he doesn't need to prove himself through outward displays. He watches livestreams purely for the content itself, too lazy to even register an account, and utterly disdainful of the vanity of virtual interaction."

"Never sent gifts? Absolutely not! This precisely proves his refined taste and inner depth! This understated manner, so deeply ingrained, is the true mark of a top-tier scion of a wealthy family!"

These thoughts flashed through Han Yiying's mind, instantly completing her "perfect mental image" of Ye Fan.

The look in her eyes when she looked at Ye Fan was not only filled with awe and amazement, but also with an almost worshipful filter—a perfect second-generation figure who was low-key, reserved, unfathomable, and had a unique taste was firmly established in her mind.

She completely ignored the most basic truth in Ye Fan's words, selectively accepting and amplifying only the part of the information that matched her imagination.

The gap in understanding is silently revealed at this moment.