Li Xiuchi: “You mean there’s a girl out there who’d fall for a Cheng Yaojin named Chunqing Dazhanglang 0-10-0?”
Jiang Zimo: “…And you think your Bai Li with the ass that sticks out is any better? Your aim is practically master-level. Know what kind of master? A master of drawing outlines around people.”
Li Xiuchi: “…”
The two of them traded insults, two hopeless players pecking at each other.
Xie Shijin sat nearby, long since used to it.
He’d already reached one hundred stars this season, while Fanzhou was helping a fan rank up an account and was in Diamond, so they couldn’t queue together. Since Xie Shijin happened to have a smurf account, he logged into it and joined Fanzhou’s room.
After Li Xiuchi and Jiang Zimo finished arguing, they joined the room too.
The livestream had only just started, but the number of viewers was already climbing steadily.
Fanzhou: “I’m helping a fan rank up their account today, and bringing some friends along to play.”
People who watched Fanzhou regularly knew Jiang Zimo and the others: three wealthy young masters who never held back when sending gifts. The lavish showers of gifts in Fanzhou’s livestream were all thanks to them.
【Those three again. Looks like we’re getting another shower of gifts tonight.】
【Haven’t seen Brother Cockroach in ages. The livestream’s been missing a lot of laughs without him.】
【Is this one of Jinshi’s smurf accounts?】
【Yep. I’m so jealous of all you rich people. Even your smurfs have every skin.】
Jiang Zimo was happily reading the livestream chat. As usual, he was getting plenty of attention.
Just as he was enjoying himself, a flashy entrance animation appeared.
“Whoa, Fanzhou’s girlfriend is here.”
Li Xiuchi asked, confused, “What girlfriend?”
Xie Shijin looked up too.
Seeing that the two of them were interested, Jiang Zimo sat up straight. At last, he was in his area of expertise. With a smug look, he said, “You wouldn’t know unless you’d joined Fanzhou’s fan group. This ‘Jing Shi Wo Husband’ is Fanzhou’s girlfriend.”
Xie Shijin raised an eyebrow. That name did sound familiar.
Jiang Zimo continued, “She’s always sharing screenshots of her chats with Fanzhou in the group, and he often plays duo games with her late at night. She calls herself Fanzhou’s girlfriend, and he’s never denied it. Besides, Jing is Fanzhou’s signature hero, and her name is ‘Jing Shi Wo Husband.’ If that doesn’t make her his girlfriend, what does?”
Viewers began posting comments saying Fanzhou’s girlfriend had arrived.
Xie Shijin suddenly asked, “Do you have Fanzhou’s girlfriend’s Douyin?”
Jiang Zimo hadn’t expected him to be so interested in Fanzhou’s girlfriend. “No, but we’re in the same group.”
He opened the small group chat and found the admin. “Here, this is her.”
Xie Shijin opened her profile.
“…”
Noticing his expression, Jiang Zimo asked curiously, “What’s wrong? Do you know her?”
Xie Shijin gave a cold, scornful laugh. “No.”
“I thought so,” Jiang Zimo said. “Let me tell you, this Jing Shi Wo Husband is loaded. She’s sent Fanzhou dozens of gifts.”
Xie Shijin’s expression turned even colder.
Li Xiuchi watched Xie Shijin’s face, resting his chin on one hand, interest flickering in his eyes.
Who exactly was this “Jing Shi Wo Husband” to make Xie Shijin react so strongly?
Meanwhile, Wen Xiao, seated in front of her computer, sneezed.
She rubbed her nose.
Who was cursing her?
It was too hot in the room. Annoyed that the electric fan wasn’t cooling her down enough, Wen Xiao filled a little spray bottle with water and misted herself from time to time. At last, the breeze made her feel a little cooler.
“Support, keep an eye on our jungle for me.”
Xun Zhou’s voice came through the computer screen.
Wen Xiao watched closely. He’d been streaming for less than ten minutes, and his livestream already had more than 100,000 viewers.
The gift animations hadn’t stopped, either.
Wen Xiao made a rough estimate: they’d sent nearly five thousand yuan in gifts in just a few minutes.
Fanzhou: “Welcome, ‘Jing Shi Wo Husband.’”
Wen Xiao didn’t realize at first that he meant her. It wasn’t until the chat started posting comments about how cute they were together that it hit her: Xun Zhou had just welcomed her.
Wen Xiao was an admin, so it was perfectly normal for Fanzhou to welcome her.
Still, she remembered that the last time the original owner had chatted with him, they’d parted on bad terms. The original owner had flat-out insulted him: “You fake-ass. I send you a little money and you really think you’re somebody. You don’t even know how to flirt with your fans. What are you putting on airs for?”
After such an ugly falling-out, he was still welcoming her when she showed up. Fanzhou really was generous.
He really did have a generous nature.
Now he’d suddenly become her direct superior, and Wen Xiao didn’t want things between them to get any uglier. She simply typed, “Good luck, good luck!”
She’d expected her message to disappear beneath the rapidly scrolling chat, but had forgotten she had a pinned comment.
The golden words drifted slowly across the screen. For some reason, Wen Xiao (Wen Erya) felt awkward, as if she’d been dragged up in front of the class to introduce herself.
Xun Zhou paused, then replied, “I will.”
Wen Xiao thought about it and decided to send him a small gift, just to be polite.
She’d originally planned to send a sports car, but saw that it cost 1,200 diamonds—120 yuan. One of her videos only earned her 80 yuan. Wen Xiao frowned, her delicate brows knitting as she scrolled down and carefully considered the options. In the end, she sent Xun Zhou a flower.
Ten diamonds: one yuan.
The chat had been ready for a shower of rockets. Instead, a single flower flashed by, quickly obscured by other gift animations.
【Wait, was that ‘Jing Shi Wo Husband’ who sent that?】
【Did the rich lady go broke?】
【Fanzhou’s really made it. He can even get a one-yuan gift now.】
【One yuan? I thought it was a Pinduoduo withdrawal notification.】
【Did those two have a fight? Don’t you think they’re both being really polite?】
【‘Jing Shi Wo Husband’ hasn’t been here in ages. They must’ve fought.】
Wen Xiao read the comments, close to tears.
She was so broke she could hear the wind whistling through her pockets. So what if it was one yuan? One yuan could still buy a little packet of Mala Wangzi!
Wen Xiao stopped paying attention to the chat and focused on the livestream.
Fanzhou was very good, and so was his teammate playing Mulan in the side lane, though that one was completely silent. From the moment the game started, he hadn’t typed or said a word. The other teammates were joking around and fooling about, while he was up in the top lane, beating the opposing laner so badly that they wouldn’t dare leave their tower.
Sure enough, people who wanted to rank up didn’t smile.
Wen Xiao also noticed that the guy called Qingchun Dazhanglang was great for entertainment. He wasn’t very good, but he made up for it by being funny, and his gameplay was a real appetite-killer.
Watching him play made Wen Xiao hungry.
She turned to rummage through the bedside table. There were a few packets of Want Want snow rice crackers that the neighbors had brought over during the Lunar New Year.
Wen Xiao opened a packet and sat in front of the computer, crunching away.
Bzz—
A message from Xie Shijin.
Xie Shijin: Watching the livestream?
Naiyou Paofu: Yep, yep. You know, my boss is pretty good. His Jing is so slick.
Xie Shijin: You like Jing?
Wen Xiao thought about it. She did like Jing. That was one thing her taste had in common with the original owner’s.
Naiyou Paofu: I do. Jing is so handsome.
The other side fell silent.
Wen Xiao was still wondering why he’d stopped replying when a voice call came through the next second.
His voice was low and husky, tinged with a hint of coldness. “You’ve got a pretty big heart, being able to fit so many people in there.”
One for Honor of Kings, one male streamer, and now she wanted to date him too.