C172 – Poor Little Strear
Su Ming couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight before him.
He decided to update his ID.
Farming Expert!
Farming Expert chid in on the chat: “Little Strear, 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 like this when things between us were sweet…”
“Little Strear, you’re shaless. We’ve never actually t!”
“I always knew I should let go of things I can’t hold onto. I knew this day would co…”
Little Strear feigned heartbreak, dramatically pressing a hand to her forehead. Big Brother NO.1 fan was shaking with anger.
He nearly t his maker at 21, but the thought of Little Strear’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 Strear glanced at the clock and gasped in surprise.
“Little Strear, 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 entertainnt?”
The bullet comnts flew by in a frenzy.
Despite her sweet smile, Little Strear felt a twinge of discomfort.
Such was the plight of a bottom-tier strear.
Many were easily replaced, and once they fell from the pyramid, there was no coming back.
“Little Strear, life’s been rough on you…”
Farming Expert dropped a bullet comnt.
“Huh?”
Little Strear hesitated; “I don’t recognize this ID. Is this your first ti in my stream? Please hit follow.”
“Sorry, you’ve got it wrong.”
Farming Expert sent another comnt: “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 Strear was savvy.
Another viewer hoping for a free ride.
She discreetly visited Farming Expert’s profile.
She saw he followed quite a few strears, mostly gars, with the occasional beautiful female strear in the mix.
He might have been the highest level, but he’d never spent a di.
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 Strear stood up, offering a slight smile.
“We’ll send you gifts. What’s in it for us?”
“How about a song, Little Strear?”
“You’re kidding, right? Singing’s boring. We want to see Little Strear dance.”
“Too bad, this guy’s going to be let down—Little Strear can’t sing or dance.”
“He must be a die-hard fan to know that much about Little Strear.”
“Damn! I’ve made the wrong paynt before too!”
“Really? That bad, huh?”
Little Strear’s expression soured as she read the bullet comnts.
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 plumt.
Co guild PK ti, most would vanish into thin air.
They’d feel a pang of guilt for not spending after so long.
They were sowhat ashad.
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 comnts.
Should he propose that Little Strear take over his driving duties?
He was going to be trading goods more often in the future.
Besides, Little Strear was quite the looker.
Ti was ticking.
Little Strear remained silent, just sitting there, engaging with her audience.
She was accustod to it.
She always ca in last.
Fa was an elusive dream for Little Strear.
“Do you want to win?”
Farming Expert posted a bullet comnt.
“Are you suggesting you can help win? Don’t kid !”
Little Strear was visibly annoyed.
But Su Ming’s eyes sparkled; he’d picked up on a crucial bit of info.
“Have you been tricked by soone?”
“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 Strear’s thirst for victory was imnse.
Glancing at the clock, Su Ming noted it was already 8 PM.
The competition was underway.
Little Strear’s adversary was a female strear, strikingly beautiful in a pink outfit.
Her channel was aptly nad Ms. Pink.
“So it’s you.”
Ms. Pink’s smile was courteous, her barely concealed excitent evident.
Everyone was aware of Little Strear’s losing streak.
Facing her ant a sure ticket to the next round for Ms. Pink.
A single win promised a reward.
Her fortune seed boundless!
Just then, a high roller entered Little Strear’s channel.
He went by Mr. Pink.
“Consider this your dical expenses.”
Mr. Pink dropped a $99 treasure map gift for Little Strear before swiftly returning to Ms. Pink’s stream.
Little Strear struggled to co to terms with the gesture.
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