Identity: Part-time streamer, live broadcasting until midnight every night.
Rental requirements: Monthly rent below 10,000, willing to share if undisturbed.
Area: XX District, XX Avenue.
Yan Chuan checked his wording and found no issues, so he sent it out. As it was time to start work, his colleagues arrived at the office one after another. Yan Chuan opened his computer, piled a stack of documents in front of himself, and pretended to work diligently.
A female colleague walked in cheerfully, distributing homemade cupcakes to everyone. Two were placed on Yan Chuan’s desk—soft, fluffy, and topped with slivered almonds.
“Thank you,” he said politely.
His colleague exclaimed, surprised that he would initiate a conversation. She smiled and said, “You’re welcome! This is the first time you’ve spoken to me.” She then began to explain the cupcake recipe in detail, and Yan Chuan struggled to handle her enthusiasm, nodding repeatedly. Thankfully, their supervisor arrived soon after, allowing Yan Chuan to work quietly again.
The office was very quiet, filled only with the rhythmic tapping of keyboards. Yan Chuan lowered his head, brushing his bangs aside. Last night’s livestream video was still on the homepage; even though he wore a mask, it wouldn’t be impossible to recognize him by his eyes.
The company’s directive was that Yan Chuan, an inconspicuous employee during the day, must not let anyone at the company discover he was a female cross-dressing streamer at night. Remembering this, he glanced around to confirm no one was watching before secretly opening the livestream platform.
He found his video on the homepage. Last night’s stream had climbed to first place on the newcomer rankings, with hundreds of thousands of views and over a hundred thousand likes. His follower count had naturally surpassed the 50,000 he had mentioned before logging off last night, now reaching an astonishing 200,000.
Clicking in, he saw that the platform had even given his video a title.
“Poor little employee livestreams late at night; reaches ** will wear a short skirt and white stockings.”
Yan Chuan: …
It didn’t sound wrong, but did he really need to use asterisks for his wish of reaching 50,000 followers? It made him feel like he was involved in some shady dealings.
With mixed feelings, he opened his homepage. His private messages were filled with red notifications, and scanning through them quickly revealed messages from fans calling him their husband and requesting kisses.
There was also a message from someone named “Manager.” Managers were assigned to each streamer upon signing a contract, directing them on how to stream. Yan Chuan had seldom attracted attention before, so his manager had almost forgotten about him.
Now, however, the manager had sent Yan Chuan several messages.
Yan Chuan opened them.
“The video was great; you can continue leveraging Curry’s traffic.”
This message was timestamped two days ago, back when he hadn’t yet entered the dungeon and had been scolded for playing poorly alongside Curry.
Yan Chuan frowned slightly.
Scrolling down to around 2 or 3 AM, shortly after he logged off, the manager’s tone had completely changed.
“This livestream was excellent! Keep it up!”
“Add my contact info xxxx; I’ll set you up with a new persona and direction, and we can also adjust the contract’s revenue share.”
Yan Chuan’s eyes caught the phrase “contract revenue share.”
When he signed, he was just a small streamer, and the revenue share in the contract was a meager 50/50. However, the platform offered much better shares, like 70/30, to attract big-name streamers to ensure they stayed.
An extra point would mean more income.
Remembering his struggle to find suitable rental options due to financial constraints earlier, Yan Chuan decided to add his manager’s contact information.
Then he clicked on the stream replay and saw numerous new comments.
The number of comments and bullet chats had doubled compared to last night, and he had received quite a bit of support. Yan Chuan bit his lip, just as he felt someone tug at him from the side.
Yan Chuan: ?
The person who tugged was the colleague who had shared the cupcakes, looking mysterious as she pointed at his screen and whispered, “Do you follow the streamer Little Rabbit Sweetheart too?”
Yan Chuan: …
Little Rabbit Sweetheart was the original name of his stream, which he hadn’t changed, unsure of what name to replace it with—he continued to use the original title.
Yet, being pointed out so directly made him feel a bit embarrassed.
Seeing he had not responded, his colleague enthusiastically pulled out her phone, showing a screenshot from his livestream: “Your wife is so cute! I bet she’s also very pretty, with such fair and slender legs!”
Listening to her unreserved compliments and exaggerations, Yan Chuan gently nodded.
This colleague clearly enjoyed sharing and was eager to gossip; looking around to ensure no one was listening, she dove deep into the topic, determined to review the stream replay with him.
“You’ve got to hear this,” she insisted, “Your wife keeps emphasizing she’s a gaming novice; Curry made me so mad earlier for streaming aggressively with her!”
“Hmph! He deserves to be blacklisted by her; now he can’t even enter her stream and can only sneak in with a backup account.”
The colleague rambled on enthusiastically until finally declaring, “Your wife is so pitiful; she has to work and livestream; in the future, she needs to find several more husbands or boyfriends to pamper her.”
“Two or three… that’s too few! Your wife is so beautiful she can find five or six wealthy husbands!”
She finished her satisfied proclamation and wanted to share the “beautiful pictures” she had taken with Yan Chuan.
Yan Chuan, who had silently listened to the whole conversation: …
【Dying of laughter】
【I feel like I’ve swapped souls with my colleague; these are the questions I could ask in front of my wife】
【Our Yan Bao is indeed the adorable rabbit and sweetheart!】
【Just to add a side note, if the follower count is sufficient, can I livestream in white stockings tonight?】