Fang Chenyi's pained expression, as if he had lost all will to live, amused not only the fans in the stream but also Principal Wang and his group.
The stream chat was flooded with "Hahaha."
He shook his head helplessly. 'If I had known this would happen, I never would have started this stream. But since it's broken, it's broken. I'm a major shareholder in Apple now anyway. If worse comes to worst, I'll just have them custom-build me a phone with 500GB of RAM.'
"Hehe, Brother Fang, you can use my phone for the stream."
Bufan, standing to the side, grinned and handed over his phone. But Principal Wang spoke up with a smile:
"No need, Bufan. Go check my bag; I should have a backup phone with me. It's a custom-made gaming phone with 36GB of RAM. That shouldn't crash, right?"
Bufan acknowledged and ran off to find Principal Wang's bag. Meanwhile, Fang Chenyi helplessly took back his own phone, which he had used for several years, and used a SIM ejector tool to remove the SIM card.
