Some shy little streamers spoke directly to the camera, saying, “If I reach fifty thousand fans before my next broadcast, I’ll be wearing stockings that match this dress.”
“Do you all want to see that?”
A picture of the little streamer in a complete sailor outfit flashed in Curry’s mind, with her slender legs wrapped in stockings, embodying a subtle sense of allure.
A rush of heat surged through his nostrils.
“Hey,” his mischievous teammate nudged him, reminding, “You’re bleeding.”
The teammate continued, “That little streamer is so pretty. Where did you find her? It wouldn’t be that one who disconnected after the last call with you, right?”
He shamelessly replied, “You definitely missed your chance. Quickly give me her contact info; I’ll help her gain followers.”
“Get lost.” Curry wiped his nose clumsily and shot a fierce look at his teammate.
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To differentiate between the bullet screen in the script and the one in the live-streaming room, different symbols are used.
Curry: I’m not actually interested in her; I just think she looks a bit pitiful. There’s no way I could like a little streamer. Impossible.
Yan Bao: The benefactor group, posting photos to trick them into giving money.
After stating his wish, Yan Chuan ended the stream.
He felt a bit hungry. After all, he had been streaming since around eight, hardly taking a break and playing games with the mic on until the stream ended. It was quite exhausting.
Glancing at the clock, it was past ten. Yan Chuan thought for a moment and decided to head down to the convenience store downstairs to grab some instant food.
That convenience store was the only one open twenty-four hours. All the other shops likely closed early.
Yan Chuan planned to move.
The conditions of this rental were poor; laundry and cooking were done in the shared area. He estimated he would have to stay in this place for some time, so finding a good opportunity to move would be best.
Once he moved, he could reserve a larger room for streaming. No more would he be questioned by viewers about his living conditions, which they assumed were tight.
More importantly, Yan Chuan had earned quite a bit tonight.
He counted his earnings from the evening. After deducting platform fees and various minor deductions, nearly fifty thousand was left. Most of it came from his top supporter, who went by the ID “Ke.”
Yan Chuan really couldn’t understand why this person was so generous, tossing around virtual currency like it was nothing and gifting it to a newcomer streamer like him.
To be fair, he knew his gaming skills weren’t that great, and the dress he wore was quite simple. Just an ordinary sailor outfit, which was inexpensive and lacked any appealing features.
However, the response in the live-stream caught him off guard; everyone was so enthusiastic.
Forget it, Yan Chuan thought. Since he didn’t understand, he shrugged it off and slipped on a coat to head out.
He was too lazy to change clothes; at such a late hour, there would be hardly anyone out. The convenience store was just downstairs, and he could wear whatever to cover himself.
Yan Chuan switched on the light and carefully descended the stairs.
By this time, many people weren’t asleep either. Through the non-soundproof walls, Yan Chuan could hear the bustling sounds of people passionately typing on keyboards and cursing their teammates.
Yan Chuan: …
He was reminded of getting criticized for being “bad at the game” after looking at comments and decided to be more cautious about teaming up for games in the future.
Anyway, it seemed like his fans didn’t really care about how well he played.
However, the big streamer he had previously collaborated with seemed not to have brought his fans to trouble him, which certainly brightened his mood.
Arriving at the convenience store, Yan Chuan randomly grabbed some food that didn’t require microwaving.
He went to the checkout counter, where a disheveled part-time employee was sprawled out, sound asleep.
Yan Chuan waited for a while, not seeing any signs of movement from the employee, so he tentatively raised his voice, “To check out.”
While he waited, suddenly, the convenience store door swung open, and a man wearing a black hoodie walked in.
“Hmm…?” Yan Chuan called out a few more times, and the cashier finally woke up, groggily wiping his face. “What’s up?”
Yan Chuan replied, “…To check out.”
He placed the bag on the counter and took out his credit card. “Swipe the card.”
The now-alert cashier began to ring up the items.
While the cashier was slow, the young man who had just entered finished picking up his items as well.
The convenience store was small, so the hooded man came over to check out. As the cashier was busy counting, Yan Chuan politely stepped aside.
He glanced briefly to the right, but saw nothing. The man next to him not only wore a hood but also had a black mask on, covering his face completely.
He could vaguely see the high bridge of his nose and the clear, smooth contours through the mask.
Noticing Yan Chuan’s gaze, the man shot him a glance, and Yan Chuan politely turned his head away.
He didn’t recognize him, and it would be strange if he did.
Yet, he remained very alert.
By the time the cashier finished ringing up the total, Yan Chuan dismissed any further thoughts and picked up his purchased items to leave.
The next day.
Yan Chuan hurried to the office as usual, although he was more cautious about his clothes, opting for long sleeves and pants.
To avoid any trouble caused by perverts.
After clocking in, he settled at his workstation. When he returned home last night, he had finalized the document and sent it privately to that colleague.
Ten thousand general currency credited.
Yan Chuan began searching for rental listings near the company, thinking it would be better to find a place closer to work instead of having to commute daily.
After some thought, he realized he could budget below ten thousand in general currency for rent. With that standard in mind, he searched but found nothing suitable.
The group was located in the city center of K City, and housing nearby was tight and expensive; or else it was similar to his current shared living situation.
He had to stream every night, it seemed inconsiderate to disturb others late at night. Yan Chuan decided to give up the search and posted a rental request instead: