Pitbabe S2, Chapter 19 pg8

 Pitbabe S2, Chapter 19 pg8

   Honestly, I look forward to it too. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be sitting here behind the camera like this. I’m curious what this guy’s going to say to make the higher-ups lose their minds again. Just what he’s said so far (which is a tiny fraction of the info we have) has already brought a flood of calls and warning letters. If I weren’t as crazy as Charlie, I’d probably have fled the country by now.

   “Actually, I didn’t prepare anything to talk about today. Just felt like going live, didn’t want you all to forget my face,” Charlie said, resting his chin casually, scanning the comments flying by so fast it looked like the system was glitching. But really, it’s just the usual chaos that happens every time Charlie goes live. “‘Miss me?’ I miss you too.”

   Charlie sprinkles his charm so naturally that I can’t help but think he might be cut out to be an internet idol. If he didn’t love peace and hate people a little, he’d probably be a star. But then again, if I said that, he’d probably give me a look like I’m rotting garbage and say, “What’re you talking about? Don’t doctors need to be smart?” For sure.

   “I saw it, don’t worry about it,” Charlie suddenly said, his expression still neutral. But I could guess some weirdos must’ve flooded the comments with garbage. I know Charlie doesn’t care about the words of brainless trolls, but I do. So, I decided to check what those idiots were commenting.

   “Is anyone watching because he’s hot?”

   “Babe’s ex is such an attention seeker.”

   “Breaking up with Babe and suddenly thriving.”

   “Wanna know what beauty privilege looks like? Look here.”

   “Seems smart but still banking on his looks.”

   Oh… this kind of nonsense.

   Even the Buddha had haters, so it’s no surprise that someone as seemingly flawless as Charlie could be hated too. I’m sure Charlie knows and understands this well, but those words are just so grating to hear. Even I, who’s not directly targeted by the hate, feel a bit heated in the head. What about Charlie, then? Does his calm demeanor mean he’s not really hurt?

   “They’re here to watch because I’m handsome, and that’s fine. I don’t see anything wrong with it,” Charlie laughed, still looking as relaxed as ever. If I were the one typing those hateful comments, I’d probably be fuming right now. “Everyone loves looking at what they think is good or beautiful. If I’m easy on the eyes for most people, I don’t have a problem with that.”

   I can’t tell what’s going on inside Charlie’s head, but what he’s showing is pretty impressive. I already liked him, but seeing this makes me admire him even more. It’s rare to meet someone who does things that satisfy me like this—it’s genuinely thrilling.

   “If you’re asking if it’s a privilege, yeah, I’d say it is. Because I’m good-looking, people want to check me out, right?” Charlie said with a smile, like he was telling a bedtime story to kids. But if his words were a children’s story, it’d probably never pass the censors. “So let me ask you this: if you had a face like mine, would you use it to your advantage or keep it hidden at home?”

   If I were that kid, this is the bedtime story I’d want to hear every night.

   “I was born with this face. I don’t mind if people like it or not. My face might fit the standard, pleasing to most, but that’s not something I can control. The only thing I can choose is what to do with this face.”

   The comments, already moving fast, sped up even more. Charlie’s live stream was being shared across other platforms, and the viewer count kept climbing. All Charlie did was smile, look at the camera, and say whatever he wanted to say. No script, no team to back him up—just me lounging behind the camera, not even planning to help him.

   Charlie doesn’t need my help, trust me.

   “I could use this face to make money—it’s my right. But right now, I don’t want to do that. I get that my face might annoy some people, make them jealous or hateful. That’s your right too. As long as you don’t bother me, go ahead and do it. It might be the only joy in your life. I understand.”

   Cheers of approval echoed from the second floor. No need to guess—the researchers were slacking off to watch Charlie’s live too. Of course, with content this juicy, who wouldn’t want to join in?

   “When you say I’m chasing clout, you’re right. What I’m doing here wouldn’t work without attention. That’s why I’m sitting here, even though I’d rather be on the racetrack.”

   Charlie’s eyes dimmed when he mentioned the racetrack. He’s barely talked about racing since his breakup with Babe, but I know he still misses it. He misses sitting behind the wheel as a racer, the winding tracks, the racing suit, the crowd and their fiery cheers, the pit and paddock, the X-Hunter. And what I’m certain he misses more than all of that combined—

   His partner and only mentor.

   Charlie misses Pitbabe.

   “So… if my handsome face gets everyone to watch me, I’ll keep using it to talk until everyone understands what I’m saying.”

   It would be so much better if Pitbabe could sense the longing of this young man. Charlie’s wilting heart would surely bloom again if that famous racer understood why Charlie was here. Sure, that might make things boring for me, but for Charlie? No doubt he’d be happier than he is now, many times over.

   “The only thing I want to talk about today is that next Friday, we’re holding our first off-site event. Me and the whole team will be there. There’s a lot I want to say and plenty I want to show everyone. I don’t want to spoil too much because I’m afraid it’ll ruin the excitement, but I promise—if you come, you won’t be disappointed.”

   Even without happiness, he’s this good. If he had the person he loves by his side, someone like Charlie could probably take over the world with ease.

   “Come in big numbers, okay? I want to meet everyone,” the handsome guy flashed a sweet smile, his teasing tone melting the hearts of young and old alike. Honestly, even I got caught up in it for a second. This kid is more dangerous than I thought. “Before, we only met at the track. Now we’re meeting outside. You’re not gonna miss it, right?”

   Seeing this, I couldn’t help but wonder if Charlie was this flirty when he was with Babe. If the answer is yes, I’m not surprised that someone like Pitbabe fell head over heels, to the point of wanting Charlie to do nothing but stay by his side.

   “I’m inviting everyone, okay? Those who like me and those who hate me—come one, come all. I just want us to have fun together.”

   I let out a chuckle, shaking my head, at a loss for words with Charlie’s cheekiness. He’s not the type to throw tantrums like Babe, but trust me, he’s no pushover who lets people walk all over him. Those loudmouths who keep stirring trouble are lucky Charlie doesn’t pay them much mind. Because if they ever got him seriously mad, they’d see hell with their own eyes for the first time. And as someone who’s witnessed it a few times, I wouldn’t recommend anyone go sightseeing there.

   Charlie’s livestream went on for a bit longer. He chatted with viewers, inviting everyone to our first off-site event. And while Charlie was flashing his millionth charming smile, my eyes caught a comment scrolling up. The checkmark next to the account name made it stand out among the others.

   “See you there, Papa.”

   The comment was from an account named Pitbabe.

   

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