The blurb has been revised.
On the first day after transmigrating to the interstellar age, Zuo Yan was slapped in the face by a pop-up from his datapad: [Notice: Repayment of Student Loan Due].
Once a minor livestreamer back on ancient Earth, he looked at the nutrient packs glowing green in his fridge and resolutely opened a holographic livestream platform. "Hey, everyone! Today we're recreating rose pastries from three thousand years ago!"
In the shabby camera's view, the young man smiled brightly, flour dusting the tip of his nose. He didn't notice the vines slowly emerging behind him, forming a rose-shaped nebula totem.
But the viewers went wild at the spectacular effects filling the livestream...
The holographic camera wavered amid the cloud of flour as the young man's slender fingers stretched the dough into a spiral. No one expected this ordinary motion to perfectly match a psychic totem from an ancient mural. The comments suddenly burst into rainbows of light:
[Oh my god! He's recreating the lost psychic-guidance technique of the Temple!]
During a late-night gaming stream, the image stuttered into a blur. The young man tugged at his holographic headset in frustration. "This lousy internet!" Meanwhile, tactical analysts watching from the sidelines excitedly captured the path he traced as he repeatedly crashed into walls:
[Look! He's repeated the asteroid-belt turnback for the seventh time. That's clearly an S-shaped path demonstrating pheromone overload!]
A child's wailing echoed down the corridor. Zuo Yan took out his last half-piece of candy and crouched by the electronic door. The holographic camera accidentally captured his hair swaying as he comforted the child. That night, a new chapter appeared in The Sentinel-Rearing Guide:
[A mysterious streamer demonstrates how to build trust through orange-flavored hard candy. Key move: maintain a 17-degree side-facing angle.]
After ending the stream, Zuo Yan eagerly checked his earnings, only to leap in shock when a private message suddenly popped up:
[Federation Guide Administration] Dear Mr. Left, the S+ grade mass-guidance wave you released today at 01:23:17 has triggered a red alert. Please proceed immediately to the nearest psychic assessment center...
The young man mumbled around a bite of burnt pastry: "Are scam texts in the interstellar age always this over-the-top?"
"Guide Administration? I'm not a travel streamer."
1. Livestream format + forum format + everyone thinks he's a genius
2. Carefree, sunny, flirtatious top
3. Electronic rose pheromones that can soothe Sentinels through the internet
4. A wild Guide who transmigrated here and knows nothing about Sentinel-Guide settings
5. The special effects are visual manifestations of psychic power leaking out
[Bonus scene]
Zuo Yan blankly accepted the grand trophy from the Federation Marshal, then stared blankly at the wildly cheering crowd below... still completely blank.
The Federation Marshal gazed at the young man with eager admiration. "Mr. Zuo Yan, you have brought the Federation this wonderful success. What would you like? We will make it happen!"
Hearing this, Zuo Yan perked up. "Then could you please get me a new livestreaming setup? The old one I put up for sale on Zhuanzhuan, er, I mean, let me start over. My old one keeps setting off special effects, and it's practically blinding me..."
Everyone: "..."
Zuo Yan: "?"
Theme: Let go of past regrets and look ahead
