Genshin Impact: Danmaku—Live Comments in My Eyes [4]

“Hmph!” Wang Hao sneered, pulling out a banknote from his pocket. “You recognize your Feiyun Commerce Guild’s notes, right?”

Xingqiu took the note and looked shocked. “A hundred thousand Mora! How did you get this much money?!”

Xingqiu’s startled exclamation caught the attention of the surrounding students. Though many of them came from wealthy families, they’d never seen a hundred-thousand-Mora note before—especially not held by someone their age.

“Hah! I earned it all running my stall. Just say it—are you betting or not?” Wang Hao quickly snatched back the note and tucked it safely away.

“Fine! I’m in. Who’s afraid?” Xingqiu pulled out his own banknote and slammed it down on the desk. The crowd gasped again—another hundred thousand Mora!

As they spoke, the two began drafting up a contract.

Of course, both banknotes were genuine. They wouldn’t dare deceive anyone with fakes.

Wang Hao felt bitter—money he couldn’t earn in a lifetime of stalls was merely Xingqiu’s allowance.

At that moment, someone in the crowd called out, “Hey, Xingqiu, Wang Hao, can we join too? I have someone I’m backing for Tianquan!”

Hearing this, Wang Hao exchanged a knowing glance with Xingqiu. They’d arranged this person ahead of time.

“Sure, everyone can join. We’ll write up a contract—you pick someone to support, and whoever wins splits the losing bets according to how much Mora they put in.”

Most of those present were merchants’ kids; they immediately understood Xingqiu’s meaning.

“But, to make it easy to count, bets start at one thousand Mora—no odd amounts.”

This was agreed upon earlier by Wang Hao and Xingqiu, a way to exclude students who couldn’t really afford it.

Of course, anyone still stubborn enough to gamble despite their financial situation was asking for trouble. Wang Hao figured he’d deal with them after the betting concluded.

Seeing Xingqiu produce a proper contract, the students grew visibly interested.

As previously mentioned, most were from rich households and didn’t lack Mora—just excitement.

In an instant, bets piled up rapidly on Xingqiu’s side.

Watching Xingqiu’s side grow heavier with bets, Wang Hao felt genuine joy inside, but he wore an increasingly gloomy expression, perfectly portraying the frustration of someone whose opinion was ignored.

It continued this way until a purple-haired girl pushed through the crowd and slapped down a fifty-thousand-Mora note on Wang Hao’s side.

Everyone gasped again. They’d watched the argument earlier and overwhelmingly sided with Xingqiu’s reasoned opinions over Wang Hao’s.

When this girl boldly placed a huge bet on Wang Hao’s side, they were stunned.

“Ke—Keqing, why’d you bet on him? Did you make a mistake?” another student asked the purple-haired girl.

In an instant, Wang Hao’s vision exploded with danmaku again.

[Ahhhh, my wife!!!]
[Swift as lightning, slaying Golden Shrimp Balls!]
[Golden Shrimp Balls slayer has arrived.]
[Ke-kitty! Ke-kitty! Ke-kitty!]
[I am Keqing, Yuheng of the Liyue Qixing.]
[C6 Keqing main reporting in!]
[She’s got looks, she’s got damage, and she’s got looks again!]

The rapid flood of comments alerted Wang Hao that the girl before him was another crucial character—possibly even more important than Xingqiu, the Feiyun Commerce Guild’s second young master.

Keqing scornfully glanced at the student questioning her. “Hmph. Because I feel like it, got a problem? Why shouldn’t a woman become Tianquan? I’m betting on her. Am I not allowed?”

The student flushed after being rebuffed. He muttered angrily, then loudly declared, “Of course you can! It just means more Mora for us later.”

As if retaliating, he pulled out a large note worth ten thousand Mora, slamming it onto Xingqiu’s side. “I’m raising my bet!”

Oh, this is fantastic! Wang Hao almost broke into a grin.

Though Keqing taking a third of his future winnings was irritating, this student’s increased bet helped balance things out.

After the minor disruption, betting continued swiftly. Out of the thirty young students present, twenty-four placed bets. Beyond the extra ten-thousand-Mora bet, another seventy thousand Mora piled up—around three thousand Mora each on average. These kids really were loaded.

Then again, this was Liyue’s top academy. Apart from outliers like Wang Hao, who relied on inheritance left by their parents, most here came from wealthy or influential families.

Only a small minority had been enrolled through parents’ hard savings and their own outstanding efforts.

Wang Hao noticed this small minority hadn’t joined in; they were still quietly studying at their desks.

Collecting the sizable sum of Mora, Wang Hao and Xingqiu handed out prepared contracts for everyone to sign.

…

Outside the classroom window, a teacher watched the large sums of Mora being wagered, shaking his head. It was already beyond his authority—he’d better inform the Headmaster.

But when he reported it to the elderly white-haired Headmaster, the latter unexpectedly showed no anger and instead smiled slightly.

“Headmaster, these kids are holding such a huge betting pool. Shouldn’t we stop them?” the teacher asked, puzzled.

The Headmaster glanced at him. “Did they state what they were betting on?”

“Yes, they’re betting on the next Tianquan.”

“Did they clearly define the stakes?” the Headmaster continued.

“One thousand Mora per bet—very clearly stated!” the teacher replied.

“And did they sign a formal contract?”

The teacher realized his mistake. “Yes—clearly written and signed!”

“If they’re betting on a major Liyue event, clearly stated their stakes, and even signed a proper contract, then why stop them?”

“But it’s still gambling,” the teacher hesitated.

The Headmaster chuckled and glanced at the teacher. “If you were going to stop it, you should’ve done so at the start—not waited until after they made a formal contract to find me. Now, if we intervene, aren’t we forcing those two children to break their contracts? Contracts must always be honored—surely you understand this?”

The teacher’s face flushed in embarrassment. “You’re right, Headmaster. It was my oversight.”

The Headmaster nodded. “Then do you know what to do now?”

The teacher thought briefly. “I’ll change tomorrow’s lesson to cover the history of the Liyue Qixing. We can use this betting pool as a starting point to teach these youngsters about the Qixing.”

The Headmaster stroked his beard, smiling approvingly. “Exactly.”

…

Elsewhere, after handing out contracts and waiting for everyone to disperse, Wang Hao and Xingqiu huddled together, exchanging sly smiles.

“Xingqiu, your acting was amazing—better than the Opera Troupe’s performers!”

“Haha, you’re too kind. You were pretty great yourself. When you pretended to lose your temper, you nearly scared me.”

While the two happily praised each other, they failed to notice a purple figure quietly approaching from behind.

“Hmph! I knew something was fishy!”

Keqing snapped angrily, like a Millelith soldier catching criminals red-handed.

“Ahhh!”

Startled, Wang Hao and Xingqiu spun around—only to see Keqing glaring at them.

“Phew… what was that about? You nearly scared me to death!” Wang Hao patted his chest, feeling his heart race.

[Oh no, Wang Hao’s heart is racing—he’s fallen in love!]
[LMAO, what a legendary leap of logic!]
[Yes! Supporting Keqing as the female lead!]

As danmaku exploded again, Wang Hao felt speechless. What is even happening here?

He barely even knew this girl!

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