That was too fast. He had just started the stream and wasn’t quite ready yet. The system chimed in: [The original host had been preparing for half a month and had managed to gather some viewers. Once the stream starts, notifications will be sent out.]
Tong Sui nodded blankly, “Oh, oh.”
A few comments floated across the screen.
—— Why isn’t the streamer showing his face?
—— Show your face!
—— What game are we playing today? Are we still connecting live for PK?
—— Kid’s live stream is unbearable if I miss a day, but once I watch it, I feel off for an entire day.
……
Tong Sui noticed the comments about showing his face and realized that the screen only displayed his computer interface. He caught sight of the small camera positioned beside the screen and reached for it nervously, accidentally knocking over a nearby ring light.
The sound of his clumsiness echoed, and Tong Sui hurriedly said, “E-everyone, please wait a moment…” His voice softly drifted into the ears of the onlookers in the stream, and immediately, a dozen comments erupted.
—— ??? Did Kid get replaced?
—— No face reveal today? Help, his voice is still kind of nice, what do I do?
—— Such a soft voice, can the streamer say something else?
—— This voice has my heart!
—— The one before is too picky; you can’t handle Kid’s face? Aren’t you afraid of eating a mouthful of foundation?
……
While fiddling with the camera, Tong Sui checked it repeatedly only to discover that the cable was loose. He reconnected it. However, since he reconnected, all of the bizarre beauty filters set by the original host were reset.
The original camera was sharp, but it had minimal tolerance for flaws in appearance. Tong Sui didn’t understand these details and simply leaned his face right up to the camera.
“Can you see me?”
He had just washed his face before streaming, and his lashes were still glistening with water droplets. Even at such a close distance, no blemishes or pores were visible. His skin looked as if it had been soaked in milk.
For a few seconds, the chat room filled with silence. When Tong Sui looked up at the screen, he didn’t see anyone speaking and slightly whimpered, “Is everyone still there?”
Suddenly, a flood of comments burst forth, filling the entire screen.
—— Ahhhhh, awsl!
—— Where did this cute baby come from? Let mommy have a taste!
—— Boohoo, tears of frustration are streaming down my face!
—— I unilaterally declare this is my wife!
—— I am Kid’s one true husband in the entire internet!
—— What kind of divine skin is this? I suddenly feel like spending so much on beauty treatments was a huge waste.
—— Is this Kid? Sisters, am I really not in the wrong live stream?
—— This is the first time I’ve seen a streamer looking better without makeup—if they look like this all the time, they’re bound to be popular.
……
In a room with just dozens of viewers, it managed to fill the screen, and the activity was incredibly high.
Tong Sui glanced at what they were saying. Kid, that was the name the original host used for the stream.
And then he saw words like “baby” and “wife,” and it felt as if he had been scalded by fire, making his face flush hot, not knowing where to place his eyes.
“Don’t call me that randomly.”
Tong Sui’s voice was soft, lacking any real authority. The unfiltered camera showed his rosy cheeks vividly, unable to hide even a hint of blush.
The comments erupted again, this time with renewed excitement.
—— What do you prefer to be called? Baby, darling?
—— Wifey is right, let’s not call out randomly, okay? Wifey.
—— Your red face is so cute; I can’t take it anymore, boohoo, my colleagues look at me like I am a lsp.
—— Wifey, look at the big airplane!
A special effects animation swept across the screen, displaying a helicopter. Tong Sui froze for a moment.
As he leaned closer, he saw the reminder from the streaming platform: [User ‘WifeTooManyToCount’ sent a helicopter x1.]
Tong Sui felt a sense of disbelief wash over him. This seemed to be a gift animation, and he awkwardly asked the screen, “Is this for me?”
The helicopter was worth around three hundred yuan. Accepting gifts from others felt like an incredibly unique and novel experience for Tong Sui.
On screen, the little streamer’s eyes sparkled. Even though he was wearing an open-collared nightgown and his unstyled hair was soft and messy, he was irresistibly attractive.
No sooner had he spoken than a new wave of gift notifications surged across the screen.
[User ‘MoreCorianderThanks’ sent a Porsche x1.]
[User ‘BerryBerry’ sent an old-fashioned car x1.]
[User ‘ThisTimeMustMakeIt’ sent a plane x1.]
……
Thanks to this wave of gifts, the number of viewers in the upper right corner had jumped from dozens to five or six hundred and was still rising.
Tong Sui was facing so many people for the first time and began to panic, the mouse clicking loudly. “Please don’t flood the screen; it’s too fast for me to read.”
Yet these viewers loved watching him panic and continued to tease him.
—— Is there anything wrong with giving money to your own wife?
—— Take your time, darling, read slowly. It’s alright if you can’t get to them all; your husband won’t be angry.
—— For those new arrivals, does the streamer have a boyfriend yet?
—— Forget it; my wife is mine!
—— How does someone this good-looking only have two thousand fans? Is this real?
……
Tong Sui knew he was supposed to thank the donators after receiving gifts, but he had never done such a thing before and spoke in a small voice.
“Thank you to the user ‘WifeTooManyToCount’ for the donation.”
“Next is…”