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Chapter 172
Chapter 172
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…”
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.
Another viewer hoping for a free ride.
She discreetly visited Farming Expert’s profile.
She saw he followed quite a few streamers, mostly gamers, with the occasional beautiful female streamer in the mix.
He might have been the highest level, but he’d never spent a dime.
Here was a user who wouldn’t open his wallet for anyone!
I’ve got plenty of users like that; adding one more to the mix is no problem.
Another person adds a bit more buzz to the place.
Just as long as she doesn’t rub anyone the wrong way.
“The guild war is about to start. I’m hoping the big shots here can lend a hand. Thanks in advance.”
Little Streamer stood up, offering a slight smile.
“We’ll send you gifts. What’s in it for us?”
“How about a song, Little Streamer?”
“You’re kidding, right? Singing’s boring. We want to see Little Streamer dance.”
“Too bad, this guy’s going to be let down—Little Streamer can’t sing or dance.”
“He must be a die-hard fan to know that much about Little Streamer.”
“Damn! I’ve made the wrong payment before too!”
“Really? That bad, huh?”
Little Streamer’s expression soured as she read the bullet comments.
She truly lacked any special talents.
She might have been easy on the eyes, but her singing was off-key.
And dancing? She had even less aptitude for that.
Her streams did better outdoors, where her popularity would spike.
But indoors, her viewership would plummet.
Come guild PK time, most would vanish into thin air.
They’d feel a pang of guilt for not spending after so long.
They were somewhat ashamed.
We may not spend money, but we’ve got our pride!
Exactly, they had their pride!
Su Ming chuckled to himself, seeing the few scattered viewers and the sluggish bullet comments.
Should he propose that Little Streamer take over his driving duties?
He was going to be trading goods more often in the future.
Besides, Little Streamer was quite the looker.
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.