C172 – Poor Little Streamer
Su Ming couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight before him.
He decided to update his ID.
Farming Expert!
Farming Expert chimed in on the chat: “Little Streamer, I’ve got my wine and peanuts ready. Shout out the story of you and your NO.1 fan for us!”
“Sorry, there’s no epic tale to tell. Just a mishap!”
NO.1 fan clenched his jaw in frustration.
“NO.1 fan, you’re being so cold. You didn’t talk to me like this when things between us were sweet...”
“Little Streamer, you’re shameless. We’ve never actually met!”
“I always knew I should let go of things I can’t hold onto. I knew this day would come...”This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com
Little Streamer feigned heartbreak, dramatically pressing a hand to her forehead. Big Brother NO.1 fan was shaking with anger.
He nearly met his maker at 21, but the thought of Little Streamer’s unpaid debt to him spurred him to hang on.
That’s the power of money for you!
“I totally forgot tonight’s the guild’s PK battle. I need all the support I can get, friends!”
Little Streamer glanced at the clock and gasped in surprise.
“Little Streamer, got a fever again?”
“You haven’t slept, and you’re already talking nonsense.”
“I’ve always tuned in for free. You think I’m going to start paying now? Not happening.”
“Exactly, what’s wrong with free entertainment?”
The bullet comments flew by in a frenzy.
Despite her sweet smile, Little Streamer felt a twinge of discomfort.
Such was the plight of a bottom-tier streamer.
Many were easily replaced, and once they fell from the pyramid, there was no coming back.
“Little Streamer, life’s been rough on you...”
Farming Expert dropped a bullet comment.
“Huh?”
Little Streamer hesitated; “I don’t recognize this ID. Is this your first time in my stream? Please hit follow.”
“Sorry, you’ve got it wrong.”
Farming Expert sent another comment: “I was curious to see what the least popular live stream looked like. Now I’ve seen it.”
“Well, enjoy the show,” she replied.
Don’t let her youth fool you; Little Streamer was savvy.
Time was ticking.
Little Streamer remained silent, just sitting there, engaging with her audience.
She was accustomed to it.
She always came in last.
Fame was an elusive dream for Little Streamer.
“Do you want to win?”
Farming Expert posted a bullet comment.
“Are you suggesting you can help me win? Don’t kid me!”
Little Streamer was visibly annoyed.
But Su Ming’s eyes sparkled; he’d picked up on a crucial bit of info.
“Have you been tricked by someone?”
“That’s none of your business!”
Su Ming burst into laughter.
The girl was just too adorable.
Yet, upon further reflection, he realized it made perfect sense.
Little Streamer’s thirst for victory was immense.
Glancing at the clock, Su Ming noted it was already 8 PM.
The competition was underway.
Little Streamer’s adversary was a female streamer, strikingly beautiful in a pink outfit.
Her channel was aptly named Ms. Pink.
“So it’s you.”
Ms. Pink’s smile was courteous, her barely concealed excitement evident.
Everyone was aware of Little Streamer’s losing streak.
Facing her meant a sure ticket to the next round for Ms. Pink.
A single win promised a reward.
Her fortune seemed boundless!
Just then, a high roller entered Little Streamer’s channel.
He went by Mr. Pink.
“Consider this your medical expenses.”
Mr. Pink dropped a $99 treasure map gift for Little Streamer before swiftly returning to Ms. Pink’s stream.
Little Streamer struggled to come to terms with the gesture.