Genshin Impact: Danmaku—Live Comments in My Eyes [3]

“Xingqiu, wanna make some serious Mora?”

In a secluded corner of the academy, Wang Hao cornered Xingqiu with an expression that looked suspiciously like a shady adult trying to lure in a kid.

“No, I don’t.”

Xingqiu replied flatly.

“Huh?”

Wang Hao froze. Something was wrong—was there actually someone who didn’t want to make money?

In Wang Hao’s simple and straightforward worldview, Mora was among the most important things in existence.

With Mora, the orphanage kids could eat candy—even if it was stale candy nobody wanted.

With Mora, they could read books—even if they were old and tattered.

With Mora, Granny Headmaster wouldn’t have to beg at the Ministry of Civil Affairs so often—even if the officials there always smiled and promised to help.

With Mora, it felt like anything could be solved.

As Wang Hao stood baffled, the danmaku surged again in his vision.

[Wanna earn money? “No, I don’t!” LOL!]

[Poor Wang Hao, rejected on your first try!]
[Wang Hao, you’re so dumb. He’s rich! Of course he doesn’t care about money.]
[Right, right. For our second young master, you should ask if he wants to achieve something grand!]

Seeing these comments, Wang Hao quickly caught their meaning.

Turns out there really are people who don’t like Mora, huh?

He swiftly adjusted his approach and grabbed Xingqiu, who was turning to leave. “Fine, forget about the money. Xingqiu, do you wanna accomplish something great—something that’ll make everyone look up to you?”

Xingqiu froze. His eyes sparkled with interest. After all, he was still just a child—and one deeply addicted to martial arts novels at that.

Something great, something admired by all—that was far too tempting.

Xingqiu swallowed slightly, his throat bobbing. “What sort of great accomplishment? Explain.”

“It’s like this. Xingqiu, have you noticed that many of our classmates waste their allowance on snacks and toys, never doing anything productive with it?”

Wang Hao adopted the tone his teacher used when scolding him, full of frustrated disappointment as he criticized their fellow scholars.

Xingqiu nodded seriously. Right, those classmates were so lazy, spending all their Mora on snacks and games—not like him, who bought martial arts novels to study the spirit of chivalry.

“So… Wang Hao, you’re planning to beat—uh, discipline them so they mend their ways?”

Xingqiu’s eyes lit up as he imagined the scenes from novels, where heroes used martial arts to set wrongdoers straight.

“Ahem.” Wang Hao coughed awkwardly, surprised Xingqiu was even more direct than he was. “We definitely can’t do that. This is the academy—fighting would break school rules, and the Headmaster would punish us in front of everyone.”

He stared at Xingqiu darkly. “You want the Headmaster to smack your palms in front of everyone?”

Xingqiu shivered as he imagined that humiliating scene. He wasn’t afraid of pain, but public embarrassment? That was too much.

“Then what do we do?” Giving up on force, Xingqiu looked at Wang Hao, confused.

“Heh heh.” Wang Hao chuckled smugly before explaining, “You know, there’s another type of hero—one who doesn’t rely on martial arts. They use their wits and cunning to punish corrupt nobles, take their Mora, and help the suffering.”

Xingqiu nodded eagerly. Of course, he’d read plenty of stories like that.

“But… aren’t we talking about our classmates, not corrupt nobles?” Xingqiu asked, puzzled.

Wang Hao’s gaze sharpened suddenly. “Compared to kids starving in the orphanage, aren’t our classmates just as selfish?”

Xingqiu jumped at Wang Hao’s fierce expression—he’d never seen such intensity in Wang Hao’s eyes. But Xingqiu wasn’t cowardly by nature, and after thinking it over, he found Wang Hao’s logic oddly convincing.

“So what exactly are you saying?”

“Exactly this: Take Mora from these rich kids to aid my orphanage!”

Wang Hao paused dramatically, watching Xingqiu’s reaction. “Well? Are you in or not?”

By now, Xingqiu’s eyes burned with visions of future glory. He nodded decisively. “Yes! How can I help?”

In Wang Hao’s vision, the danmaku exploded again:

[Little Xingqiu’s so easy to fool!]
[Wow, Wang Hao’s really good at this. Second Young Master’s completely lost.]
[Catching the key point, setting the scene, appealing to morality—Wang Hao’s a natural-born leader!]
[Haha, half the credit belongs to us commenters!]

Seeing this, Wang Hao silently thanked them: No, ninety percent of the credit belongs to you all!

He leaned in close and whispered his plan into Xingqiu’s ear.

The danmaku instantly praised him as clever and crafty once again.

…

That afternoon after the midday class, under the astonished gaze of many classmates, Wang Hao and Xingqiu loudly began arguing.

“I’m telling you, Ningguang will definitely become the next Tianquan!” Wang Hao shouted at Xingqiu.

Xingqiu scoffed disdainfully. “Her? Ningguang’s just some petty merchant. You think she can be Tianquan?”

“Don’t you dare insult Miss Ningguang! You have no idea how incredible she is!” Wang Hao yelled back passionately.

“Ha! Incredible means nothing. The Tianquan needs to help Rex Lapis govern Liyue—ability matters most,” Xingqiu sneered again.

Their classmates, though all young, quickly gathered around, drawn by the heated argument. They’d only ever heard adults talk about selecting the Tianquan—never two kids fighting over it.

Seeing the crowd growing, excitement flickered secretly in Wang Hao’s and Xingqiu’s eyes—their plan was halfway complete.

“Hmph! If Miss Ningguang isn’t good enough, then who do you think should get it?” Wang Hao challenged loudly.

Xingqiu raised his chin, playing the arrogant young master perfectly. “I say Hua Shuo from the Ministry of Civil Affairs. He comes from a prestigious merchant family, he’s worked there for years, and he’s got experience. Plus, his family has produced multiple Qixing already.”

The gathered classmates all nodded at this. Xingqiu’s argument made perfect sense to them; such a person surely qualified as a Qixing.

Had any older students overheard, they’d be laughing aloud right now, telling these kids that family background never mattered in Qixing selection. Ningguang may have risen from poverty, but she’d long since built an impressive fortune through her own efforts.

Wang Hao, appearing furious, shouted back, “Xingqiu, I know you’re the Feiyun Commerce Guild’s Second Young Master, but do you dare make a bet with me on who’ll become Tianquan?”

Xingqiu raised his head proudly, matching Wang Hao’s angry glare without flinching. “Fine! I accept your bet. But I have Mora to wager—do you even have enough to pay up?”

The classmates murmured in agreement. Xingqiu was the Feiyun Commerce Guild’s young master; obviously he was loaded.

As for Wang Hao, everyone knew he was an orphan. How much Mora could he possibly have?

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