To perform the dance, Naomi actually went out of her way to change into a flowing hanfu outfit.
The elegant white-and-blue robes draped around her figure beautifully, and paired with her delicate features, she looked like a fairy who had stepped out of an ancient painting.
Luca leaned comfortably against the headboard, staring at the livestream on his phone with genuine anticipation.
For the first few seconds, everything looked promising.
Then the music started.
And Luca’s expression slowly froze.
The problem wasn’t that Naomi danced badly.
The problem was that what she was doing barely qualified as dancing.
The movents were stiff, awkward, and completely disconnected from the rhythm. If soone claid she was performing an entirely different activity, most people would probably believe it.
The result was imdiate.
The livestream chat exploded.
"Hahaha! Sober Tiger Bro, do you regret your decision now?"
"I was literally about to go to the bathroom. Strear, why would you show this?"
"Day 1 of the 365-Day NoFap Challenge."
"If you call this dancing, I don’t believe it."
"But if you call it a lion dance, I’m convinced."
"Oh my god. The strear is performing a pole dance online haha. Where are the moderators?"
The barrage of comnts flew across the screen so quickly that it beca difficult to read them all.
Two and a half painfully long minutes later, the performance finally ended.
Luca sat there in complete silence.
The dance itself had been catastrophic.
But sohow...
It was incredibly entertaining.
In fact, thanks to the cody value alone, the stream had beco noticeably more active than before.
Even occasional small gifts from viewers began appearing.
Sugar cubes.
Flowers.
Cheap virtual gifts.
It wasn’t much, but it was a huge improvent compared to earlier.
Luca opened the gift nu.
Then he started clicking.
[Sober Tiger gifted Super Fire ×1]
[Sober Tiger gifted Super Fire ×2]
[Sober Tiger gifted Super Fire ×3]
...
[Sober Tiger gifted Super Fire ×10]
Ten consecutive Super Fires.
A total value of two thousand dollars.
The entire livestream exploded.
"Holy crap! Big Boss is generous!"
"Two thousand dollars without blinking!"
"Sober Tiger Boss, you’re confused! How was that dance worth two thousand?"
"Bro, do you need a leg accessory? I’m two hundred pounds and only cost two thousand!"
Even Naomi was stunned.
The dazzling gift effects covered almost the entire screen.
Then a bright smile blossod across her face.
After the platform took its share, she would still receive around one thousand dollars.
At the very least, next month’s rent was no longer a problem.
Could today really be her lucky day?
This morning, Luca had given her a luxury watch worth over twenty thousand dollars.
And now, at night, this mysterious viewer nad "Sober Tiger" had sent two thousand dollars worth of gifts.
Suddenly, Naomi blinked.
A thought flashed through her mind.
’Sober Tiger...’
Her eyes widened.
’Wait.’
’Could he be that guy from earlier...’
Naomi imdiately grabbed her phone and opened WeChat.
A ssage quickly appeared on Luca’s screen.
Naomi Monroe: "Luca, is that you?"
Seeing the notification pop up, Luca couldn’t help smiling.
It seed the little strear wasn’t quite as slow as he thought.
Luca Hale: "Yeah. I saw your post and decided to co take a look."
A few seconds later, her reply arrived.
Naomi Monroe: "Hehe, thanks for coming to support , but don’t send gifts anymore. It’s a waste of money."
Naomi wasn’t so naïve teenager.
She knew exactly how hard it was for ordinary people to earn money.
Many people couldn’t save two thousand dollars even after months of work.
Unfortunately for her, Luca happened to be earning money every ti he spent it.
Luca Hale: "It’s fine. Just pocket change."
Luca Hale: "Consider it paynt for watching the ’dance’."
The mont Naomi read that ssage, she almost exploded.
Naomi Monroe: "Hmph!"
Naomi Monroe: "You’re the one who asked to dance!"
Naomi Monroe: "And now you’re making fun of !"
Naomi Monroe: "You’re the worst! The worst! The worst!"
Luca chuckled.
Even through the screen, he could imagine her puffing up her cheeks in anger.
Luca Hale: "Alright, alright."
Luca Hale: "I’ll treat you to a al next ti."
Seeing that ssage, Naomi’s anger instantly weakened.
In truth, she was more touched than upset.
After all, she had only casually posted her streaming schedule.
Yet Luca had actually rembered it, downloaded the platform, watched her stream, and even supported her with so many gifts.
A dangerous thought suddenly surfaced in her mind.
’Could it be...’
’Do I really have to give myself to him soday?’
The idea scared Naomi so badly that she nearly dropped her phone.
A blush spread rapidly from her neck all the way to her cheeks.
anwhile, the livestream audience noticed imdiately.
"The strear checked her phone and started blushing."
"Sothing happened."
"Private ssages from Sober Tiger Boss?"
"It has to be!"
"Nooooo! The strear has fallen in love! I’ve lost my chance!"
"The guy above is taking the internet too seriously."
"I don’t love the strear."
"I love Sober Tiger Boss."
"Oh? So you’re a girl?"
"As long as Sober Tiger Boss likes it, I can beco a girl too. (Shy)"
Luca nearly choked.
Sober Tiger: "That’s insane."
The internet really was full of weird people.
No matter where you went, there were always jokers lurking around.
After that, Naomi sang several more songs.
Her voice was genuinely pleasant, soft and clear like flowing water.
Luca listened comfortably while continuing to send gifts.
Before he knew it, he had spent the remaining few thousand dollars sitting in his account.
Naturally, this caused the viewers to practically worship him.
Private ssages flooded in almost imdiately.
Several female strears even invited him to visit their channels.
Luca ignored every single one.
He didn’t know any of them.
Besides, what if there was actually a catfish hiding behind the cara?
Wouldn’t that be a massive loss?
Eventually, after spending enough money, Luca prepared to log off.
Before leaving, he typed one final ssage.
Sober Tiger: "Giving gifts is tiring."
Sober Tiger: "That’s it for today."
Sober Tiger: "We’ll have a al together another day."
For a brief mont, the livestream went silent.
Then it exploded harder than ever.
"This is what rich people sound like?"
"’Giving gifts is tiring.’"
"I want to be tired too, but my wallet disagrees."
"Forget the gifts. Did nobody notice he said they’re having a al together?"
"So what? He spent thousands. Having a al is normal."
"Today it’s a al."
"Tomorrow it’ll be making noodles."
"LMAO."
"My Little Luca is about to beco Little Naomi."
"Holy crap, the person above is completely unhinged."
anwhile, Luca put down his phone and stretched lazily.
Just then, an unfamiliar number called him.
He answered casually.
"Hello?"
A respectful male voice ca through.
"Hello, President Hale. This is Jared Prince, the manager responsible for San Fierro Building."
"There are several ownership docunts that require your signature. Would you have ti to co by in the next few days?"
Luca raised an eyebrow.
Perfect timing.
He had already planned to visit San Fierro Building tomorrow anyway.
"Sure," Luca replied calmly.
"I’ll stop by tomorrow morning."
"Very well, President Hale."
The call ended shortly afterward.
Luca walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window and poured himself a glass of red wine.
The city lights glittered below like countless stars.
Slowly swirling the wine in his hand, a cold smile appeared on his lips.
Back when he worked at Horsa Advertising Company, Richard Sterling had made life difficult for him at every opportunity.
Finding fault.
Assigning impossible tasks.
Suppressing promotions.
And in the end, after Luca accidentally discovered his affair, Richard had fired him without hesitation.
Originally, Luca assud their relationship had ended there.
But fate had a funny way of arranging things.
After all...
Horsa Advertising Company happened to be located inside San Fierro Building.
And now...
San Fierro Building belonged to him.
Luca took a slow sip of wine, amusent flickering in his eyes.
’I really wonder...’
’What kind of expression Richard Sterling will have when he sees tomorrow?’
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