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Fatty's actions were somewhat impolite; pointing at someone upon first meeting is very disrespectful, especially when accompanied by foul language.
Uncle Ta frowned upon seeing this and thought to himself, "Impudent!" How could Fatty speak to Yuming like that!
Before Uncle Ta could react, Yuming laughed heartily and said, "Fat Brother! Do you know who I am now? You called my name three times back then! It made me so happy!"
"Of course! A group of 50! Five million two hundred thousand, brother, you just tossed it over like that, it's a huge support for both me and my brother, the best recognition!"
Fatty also dropped his pretenses; one moment he was being dismissive, and the next he was genuinely smiling. With a thud, he sat down next to Yuming, casually draping an arm over his shoulder as they chatted happily, feeling as if they had known each other for ages!
At this moment, Lin Ye recalled that group of "50" and finally remembered the name "Night Rain Whisper." Now Yuming was still the top streamer in his live streaming sessions and could be considered his number one fan.
The second place on the leaderboard had only zero gifts, half of what Yuming had received. This represented a difference of several million; indeed, Yuming's contributions were immense.
Upon learning about Yuming's true identity in the live streaming world, the atmosphere shifted instantly. The earlier coldness quickly faded away as Fatty and Yuming engaged in lively conversation about everything.
Although Yuming appeared gentle and refined, he truly let his guard down and revealed a personality different from his appearance. Despite his age being similar to Fatty's, he retained a childlike spirit.
Through this period of observation, Lin Ye realized that while Yuming might be wealthy, it likely wasn't earned by him personally. He was older than both Lin Ye and Fatty but not by much; their ages were comparable. Given his demeanor, he was still a big kid who loved to chat and have fun.
Understanding this brought Lin Ye some relief; at least this person wouldn't be difficult to deal with—he wasn't someone with ulterior motives.
...
The sudden shift in atmosphere was most uncomfortable for Morning Black Tower. He awkwardly stood behind Fatty and Yuming as they became so engrossed in their conversation that they completely ignored him.
The wariness and seriousness in his eyes gradually faded; this Undersea Alien didn't seem like someone looking for trouble, so he felt he didn't need to worry too much.
"Cough, cough!"
After standing for a long time without being noticed, Uncle Ta had to awkwardly clear his throat twice to attract attention.
As the coughing sound echoed, Fatty and Yuming, who were chatting enthusiastically, immediately stopped. Yuming turned around and smiled at Fatty, saying, "Fat Brother, is this your bodyguard? Not bad-looking!"
"Pfft!"
Fatty almost burst out laughing but managed to hold it in when he saw his father's dark red, frustrated face.
Lin Ye felt a bit embarrassed and explained, "Yuming, hello. This is my father, Morning Black Tower, and also my neighbor. I call him Uncle Ta."
Only then did Yuming realize he had been too casual and had been led astray by Fatty. He quickly stood up, wiped the playful expression off his face, straightened his clothes, and bowed deeply to Uncle Ta.
"Uncle Ta, I'm sorry for my earlier behavior! I hope you can forgive me."
Yuming's bow was quite proper, at a ninety-degree angle with his legs straightened, indicating he must have undergone formal training.
Seeing this scene, Lin narrowed his eyes. Such upbringing allowed him to quickly turn the awkward atmosphere around; his education couldn't be lacking... It was just unclear whether this was typical of Fifth-Level Civilization or related to his family background.
Morning Black Tower's reaction was also somewhat unexpected. Although the anger on his face had faded, he did not reach out to help Yuming but instead stood with his arms crossed for a moment.
To outsiders, it might seem like a rural person was momentarily stunned.
However, Lin noticed a hint of amusement in Morning Black Tower's eyes; there was a glimmer of "this kid should learn a lesson." After waiting for about a minute, which made Yuming's bow feel increasingly uncomfortable, Uncle Ta finally bent down to assist Yuming.
This bowing gesture is a common etiquette in the Galactic Era, often used by juniors to apologize to their elders when they have made a mistake. If the elder does not forgive you, you cannot rise; you must remain bent over and wait for the elder to assist you.
Uncle Ta also bent down, supporting Yuming as he said, "Hey, hey! This greeting is too much; I'm just an ordinary Azure Planet person. How can I receive such great courtesy?"
His words were polite, but it was clear to everyone that Uncle Ta's tone was off. He placed particular emphasis on the term "ordinary," as if to stress his normalcy, and his tone conveyed a sense of indifference rather than genuine fear.
At the moment he lowered his head, a necklace around Uncle Ta's neck moved.
Uncle Ta was wearing a tank top, and the necklace was short. When he stood upright, the pendant hanging from it was just covered by his clothing, but as he bent down, the pendant slipped out.
It was a tag made of an unknown material that appeared metallic, engraved with intricate patterns. On the front, it bore the words "Black Tower, Second Team Vice," indicating it was a nameplate.
A nameplate is something soldiers or adventurers carry into battle so that if they die, they won't be forgotten and will have an identity.
The moment the necklace slipped out, Uncle Ta quickly covered it with his hand. From this angle, Yuming could see it clearly. Uncle Ta even paused for a moment to let Yuming take a good look before putting the nameplate away.
Upon seeing the nameplate, Yuming's pupils suddenly constricted. He looked at Uncle Ta with astonishment, his lips slightly parted as he seemed to want to say something.
Unexpectedly, Uncle Ta quickly helped him up before he could speak and patted his shoulder vigorously with a grin, saying, "Good kid! Knowing your mistakes and correcting them! Hmm, not bad!"
This pat also gave Yuming some clarity. He smiled awkwardly but with even more respect than before. "Uncle Ta, you flatter me; it was my fault earlier! I shouldn't have acted that way!"
If Yuming's earlier apology was influenced by Lin and Fatty's Noodle Shop, this time it was sincere; this person in front of him deserved such treatment!
"Then I won't disturb you young people any longer. You youngsters need your own space!"
Uncle Ta scratched the back of his head without any image of propriety, laughing heartily and revealing his white teeth shining in the sunlight, looking just like a street tough.
"Fatty, you should eat less! Don't forget that I told you to lose weight!"
Uncle Ta pointed at the embarrassed Fatty, resembling an ignorant big man casually scolding a child in front of outsiders.
"And next time you make something delicious, don't just give it all to Fatty; think of Uncle Ta too. The stuff you make is absolutely fantastic! Even the top chefs on interstellar flights can't cook porridge like that!"
Giving a thumbs up and praising Lin, Uncle Ta then swaggered back.
His gray tank top clung to his body, outlining his muscular frame, while he wore colorful beach shorts and flip-flops that made a slapping sound as he walked.
Uncle Ta swayed out like that, indistinguishable from the other rough men on the street.
Watching that figure leave, the three people in the room had different expressions.
Fatty looked terrible, his face turning purple. How could he boast in front of Yuming after that fall?
Yuming's gaze was serious; it was a bit strange. Just a few minutes ago, Uncle Ta had looked at him with that same intensity, and now he was looking at Uncle Ta with the same expression.
Lin Ruo was deep in thought, a smile slowly creeping onto his face as he murmured in a voice only he could hear, "Uncle Ta, you really are quite interesting..."
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