Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon (Cordelia and Sanderson)
Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon Chapter 150

Chapter 150 

Cordelia gazed at the stream of comments scrolling across her screen, her expression cool and detached. “Let’s have a question then,” she said with a hint of challenge. 

Sure enough, a question popped up, sent into the chat. 

“Color regions A, B, C, and D using five different colors. Each region must have a unique color, and no adjacent regions can share the same color. How many ways can this be done? Note, ABCD represents the four regions of a grid.” 

As soon as Cordelia finished reading the question, she declared,” “260 ways.” 

Seeing it, everyone was shocked, and some accused her of staging a setup with planted questions. 

Cordelia frowned slightly, “If you think these are plants, then you come up with a question.” 

The audience got excited: 

“Fine, just give me a second to crack open my textbook.” 

“Damn, I can’t stand that smugness. I’ve got to knock her down a peg. Let me find a hard one.” 

And so the chat was inundated with all sorts of questions, growing more complex by the minute. Cordelia’s responses became faster and faster, almost instantaneously after each question appeared. The stream was electric with excitement. 

But the chat had its limits, and some of the more complex problems couldn’t be fully presented there. Someone suggested, 

“Can we take a photo of the problem and post it in the comments under your first tweet on WhiteLight, and then you solve it there?” 

Cordelia replied, “Sure, but I’m pressed for time, so I’ll only do the first hundred questions.” 

The crowd was stunned. A hundred questions? That would take them hours. 

Cordelia opened the comment section, and sure enough, there were photos of problems waiting for her. 

The chat was suitable only for simpler textual problems, but with the photos, the questions escalated to challenging calculations. 

Cordelia glanced at the first problem, a geometry question, and said leisurely, “This problem requires an auxiliary line.” 

She picked up a pen, pulled out a sheet of paper, and quickly sketched the problem from her phone, drawing the necessary auxiliary lines before reciting the solution, “Since AC is parallel to BD, therefore… 

After explaining one problem after another, the stream’s popularity soared. 

WhiteLight’s follower count on social media skyrocketed from forty thousand to a million in no time, and it was still climbing. 

“OMG. Respect!” 

“My mom came home and saw me watching the stream. For the first time, I proudly showed her my phone, saying I was observing a genius at work. Now she’s watching with me. I feel so proud.” 

“Our teacher told us to come watch what a real genius looks like.” 

Amidst the buzz of comments, the staff at StreamRapid finally took notice. 

Initially, WhiteLight, just a small–time streamer, had been targeted by a more prominent broadcaster, leading to a flood of reports and a ban by the platform. 

But now staff members were practically on their knees. 

In the chat, amidst the flood of messages, official comments from StreamRapid appeared, “WhiteLight proven to be genuine, the stream ban has been lifted, and an apology statement is now on our official homepage 

This message had to be posted several times before Merry finally caught it. 

There were also comments like, 

“Sorry, I secretly threw in a university–level problem and can’t believe the genius got it right. I’m on my knees. 

‘I slyly asked a competition question, and the genius answered it correctly.” 

This isn’t just a genius, and this is a deity of learning. Take my respect.” 

As the online debate raged, StreamRapid sent Merry a private message, now eager and humble, “WhiteLight, when you have time, could you please record more videos of this genius solving problems?” 

Merry replied with feigned indifference, “Guess that depends on my mood, huh?” 

After responding to the message and returning to the stream, Merry saw that a hundred questions had been asked and Cordelia was close to finishing them. 

Just then, a unified message spread through the chat, 

“WhiteLight, check out what Warren’s saying.” 

“Warren’s bashing you, go look at it.” 

You are being criticized, hurry and see” 

Merry was puzzled. She knew of Warren, a contemporary bestselling author and a figure of integrity in the literary world with a significant following. He often criticized social phenomena with piercing words on his blog, but why would Warren insult her? 

Merry quickly switched to the blog and discovered that Warren had just published a poem. 

Warren @WhiteLight. 

In the olden days, true scholars were scarce in halls of power, 

Amidst the hustle, to pen works in publican odd hour? 

In discussions of science, philosophy, and moral towers, 

How can a lowly maid, bereft of virtue, match their prowess? 

With tricks as dusty as old shoes, seeking public favor, 

Tainting the sacred texts with their filthy endeavors. 

How can one gather muck at the writing desk’s clover, 

Without the stench of flies tainting the gown forever?” 

Someone kindly explained the meaning of the poem, 

“Let me translate the master’s profound poem for 

you. 

“True scholars of old were rare in official roles, preferring solitude over public applause. Isn’t writing homework. in the public eye just a farce? The accumulated wisdom of science, philosophy, literature, and ethics can a woman of low station and virtue hope to comprehend? 

Employing tricks as common as the dirt on one’s shoes, seeking adoration from the masses. Such actions profane the sacred writings. It’s like smearing mud on a clean desk, the stench of decay ruining a fine dress 

“I’m not a creator of words, just a humble translator. You’re welcome” 

Other comments clarified. The master is criticizing WhiteLight, accusing her of turning learning into a 

In the chat, amidst the flood of messages, official comments from StreamHapid appeared, “WhiteLight has proven to be genuine, the stream ban has been lifted, and an apology statement is now on our official homepage.” 

This message had to be posted several times before Merry finally caught it. 

There were also comments like, 

“Sorry, I secretly threw in a university–level problem and can’t believe the genius got it right. I’m on my knees 

“I slyly asked a competition question, and the genius answered it correctly.” 

“This isn’t just a genius, and this is a deity of learning. Take my respect.” 

As the online debate raged, StreamRapid sent Merry a private message, now eager and humble, “WhiteLight, when you have time, could you please record more videos of this genius solving problems?” 

Merry replied with feigned indifference, “Guess that depends on my mood, huh?” 

After responding to the message and returning to the stream, Merry saw that a hundred questions had been asked and Cordelia was close to finishing them. 

Just then, a unified message spread through the chat, 

“WhiteLight, check out what Warren’s saying.” 

“Warren’s bashing you, go look at it.” 

“You are being criticized, hurry and see.” 

Merry was puzzled. She knew of Warren, a contemporary bestselling author and a figure of integrity in the literary world with a significant following. He often criticized social phenomena with piercing words on his blog, but why would Warren insult her? 

Merry quickly switched to the blog and discovered that Warren had just published a poem. 

Warren @WhiteLight. 

In the olden days, true scholars were scarce in halls of power, 

Amidst the hustle, to pen works in publican odd hour? 

In discussions of science, philosophy, and moral towers, 

How can a lowly maid, bereft of virtue, match their prowess? 

With tricks as dusty as old shoes, seeking public favor, 

Tainting the sacred texts with their filthy endeavors. 

How can one gather muck at the writing desk’s clover, 

Without the stench of flies tainting the gown forever?” 

Someone kindly explained the meaning of the poem, 

“Let me translate the master’s profound poem for you.” 

“True scholars of old were rare in official roles, preferring solitude over public applause. Isn’t writing homework in the public eye just a farce? The accumulated wisdom of science, philosophy, literature, and ethics can a woman of low station and virtue hope to comprehend? 

Employing tricks as common as the dirt on one’s shoes, seeking adoration from the masses. Such actions profane the sacred writings. It’s like smearing mud on a clean desk, the stench of decay ruining a fine dress.” 

“I’m not a creator of words, just a humble translator. You’re welcome.” 

Other comments clarified, “The master is criticizing WhiteLight, accusing her of turning learning into a 

spectacle. The current state of the internet is indeed deteriorating” 

“The master has a point. A student’s duty is to study. Is it appropriate for someone like you to be streaming?” 

Shaken to the core, Merry trembled with fear. 

The literary titan, a veritable North Star of the Western canon, had set his sights on her, ready to lead the charge of public opinion. The chat in her livestream had slowed to a crawl, and now some parents had joined in, their voices ringing with authority. “The master is right,” they said, “Learners shouldn’t be live–streaming.” 

Merry clenched her fists, a flash of humiliation sparking in her eyes. 

She knew all too well that her status didn’t quite align with the world of live streaming. But beyond this, she 

simply couldn’t think of another way to make money that was both safe and viable. 

If she didn’t scream, she’d starve. 

These people didn’t understand her at all. Why were they stirring up the masses to berate her? 

Lifting her head, her voice strangled by emotional upheaval, she called out,

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