"Buzz!"
The hairdryer in his hand made a loud noise.
Sparks flew behind the hairdryer, which made it look kind of cool.
Zhou Kexin's mind went blank, with her ears buzzing.
What just happened?
It sounded like a cannonball exploded beside her ear.
No, no. It was similar to the roar of a plane flying over their heads.
Zhou Kexin didn't know if the hairdryer was a silent product, but she muted the stream regardless.
Chen Yu put down his hands that were covering his ears.
Using his right hand, he waved it twice over Zhou Kexin's ear.
The comments in the livestream decreased briefly, followed by an overwhelming wave of complaints.
"Not only did Brother Crunch create an idiom that will be passed down through the ages, but he also redefined the meaning of the word 'silent'."
"Are you sure that Crunch is selling hairdryers and not the exhaust jets of fighter jets?"
"A mach ring! Brothers, I see a mach ring."