“Mage, what are you doing? Don’t go AFK!” A rough, impatient male voice came through the headset.
Ning Jinyu sat in her gaming chair, still a bit dazed. She remembered meeting a system that said she needed to complete some kind of supporting female character mission.
A somewhat sinister voice slowly sounded: [Host, I have temporarily sealed your memories of the previous world. I was afraid an ordinary person like you wouldn’t be able to handle so many memories.]
Ning Jinyu replied with a gentle “Okay.” She blinked and looked at the computer in front of her. The game was displayed on the large screen, and it was also synced to her phone. Upon closer inspection, it seemed there were even subtitles on the computer screen.
Is the streamer still there? Why did she disconnect?
Seeing her slow reaction, Man Man breathed a sigh of relief. The master of this world was extremely intelligent. In the last world, she had managed to get close to the amnesiac Black Dragon by a stroke of luck. Nothing should go wrong under the current circumstances.
[Host, I’ll say it again. You just need to live the life of an ordinary person. The memories have been transferred. I’m going to check on the others in different worlds for now. Call me if you need anything.]
After saying goodbye to Man Man, Ning Jinyu finally looked at her phone screen. It was displaying a massively popular esports game, Glory.
She had enjoyed playing it before she transmigrated, but the game’s matchmaking regulations had been changed to something rather bizarre. She wondered what it was like now.
The one who had just spoken was the marksman, who was playing Marco and still complaining.
Ning Jinyu didn’t turn on her mic to explain. It was one thing that she used to enjoy playing, but enjoying it didn’t mean she was any good…
The people squatting in the live stream room saw the character Xiao Qiao move on the screen and started sending bullet comments: The streamer’s finally back! Say something, we love listening to your voice.
…Ning Jinyu was controlling Xiao Qiao. Just after clearing a wave of minions, she was taken out by the enemy assassin’s Tiger Assault Fist. She took a moment to glance at the bullet comments on her computer; some were asking her to speak, others were telling her to switch to manual control.
She felt a bit helpless and apologized in a soft voice, “I’m sorry, everyone. I’m not a skilled streamer. If you don’t like me, you can just leave the stream. Is the moderator sister here? Could you please help me kick the people who are cursing?”
Hearing the soft and sweet female voice, the wealthy female moderator excitedly rubbed her hands together and typed out a single, exceptionally cool word: “Okay.”
She had a persona to maintain, after all. Hehe.
Glory was just too hard to play. After Ning Jinyu died for the fifth time, the Marco who had spoken up at the beginning couldn’t hold back any longer. “Xiao Qiao, you should just go AFK,” he said, his heart turning cold. “Look at our jungler. His keyboard is probably smoking, but even he can’t carry you. I’m telling you, you should listen to advice and play less!”
Ning Jinyu was mortified. She picked at her phone case in frustration, her pretty Hello Kitty-themed nails tapping furiously on the screen in powerless rage.
Dead again. She tapped the spectate button and checked her team’s jungler’s score.
Lan: 21-0-5. He hadn’t died once.
She pursed her lips and looked at her own score: 0-8-1. How embarrassing. The one assist was from the AI when she was AFK.
Marco and Yao were mediocre players, and they were a couple. The top laner was also constantly getting ganked and stuck under his tower. No matter how skilled the jungler was, even the most gifted housewife can’t cook a meal without rice.
Without a doubt, under Ning Jinyu’s leadership, they successfully lost the match.
After exiting the game, Ning Jinyu checked her inbox. Sure enough, she had been reported and had points deducted. There was also a red dot next to the friend request icon.
She first apologized to her viewers in the live stream, then turned it off. She obediently accepted the friend request, preparing to apologize.
The person who added her was the jungler. He had a premium single-character ID: Ke. His profile picture was a rather aloof-looking cat. The moment Ning Jinyu accepted, he invited her to a party.
She clicked to enter, her heart pounding with apprehension. As expected, he was here to curse her out. A cold male voice started speaking with zero delay, “You’re a f*cking real person?”
The boy’s voice was very charming. He didn’t sound very old, and it was pleasant to listen to.
“…” She was currently Glorious King 101 stars. In her memory, it seemed she had paid someone to boost her to this rank.
Just as she was about to type an apology, a lazy yet chilling voice came through the microphone again, “Stop playing dumb. Speak.”
Ning Jinyu pouted, resentfully turned on her microphone, and said in a small voice, “I’m sorry, big brother. I shouldn’t have gone AFK, I shouldn’t have played Xiao Qiao, I shouldn’t have opened the game, and I shouldn’t have dragged you down. Are you satisfied now? I’m leaving.”
After her rapid-fire spiel, she quickly swiped the app away from the background, angrily tossed her phone aside, and looked around at her surroundings.
This place looked like a university dorm. She needed to sort out her thoughts.
…
On the other side, Pei Ke sat stunned in his gaming chair in his room. His slender, youthful fingers unconsciously tapped the screen. That trash Xiao Qiao just now was named Ruan Yu. Her voice was indeed delicate and soft enough; he just didn’t know what she looked like.
This was getting interesting. Pei Ke flexed his fingers, opened his computer, and typed a string of code. The screen filled with scrolling English text, interspersed with a few warnings. He ignored these irrelevant alerts and directly used the game’s IP to invade the girl’s phone.
In an instant, all her data was copied over. Ning Jinyu, who was lost in thought trying to recall her memories, had no idea that her entire life had been laid bare in five minutes.
Pei Ke looked at the photo on the computer. On the student ID card, the girl’s fair face was like a pear blossom in early spring, tinged with a faint pink blush. Her eyes were like the new moon and fresh willows by a clear mountain spring—limpid and innocent. Her lips, like cherries revealing their fragrance, curved into a smile that showed a pair of shallow dimples.
Ning Jinyu, Digital Media University, freshman, 18 years old. Student ID 20…
She played so badly, but her voice was delightful. He didn’t expect her to look even more sensational.
Pei Ke’s Adam’s apple bobbed. His gaze deepened as he scrolled through other daily life photos of her on the computer screen.
It probably wasn’t a catfish. To be this beautiful and speak so delicately… if he could kiss her, it would definitely feel amazing.
…
In this world, Ning Jinyu was a university student and also a moderately famous streamer on the internet, having gained popularity with her pleasant voice.
Coming from an average family, she relied on game streaming to earn her tuition fees.
Later, during a ranked match, she ran into a skilled female player. When that girl posted a video, she accidentally went viral through a clip from Ning Jinyu’s stream. Overcome with jealousy, Ning Jinyu intentionally and unintentionally belittled her during streams, stirring up all sorts of trouble, slandering her, and even creating smurf accounts to spread malicious rumors and defame her.
Coincidentally, that girl went to the same university. To prove her innocence, the girl revealed her face to clarify the situation, instantly going viral again. And Ning Jinyu, the main culprit, was doxxed by helpful hacker netizens, who then photoshopped her pictures and publicly shamed her.
Unable to withstand the cyberbullying, she ultimately jumped to her death.
After recalling the memories, Ning Jinyu lamented, “Hackers are so scary. I must never provoke them. It’s better to behave and not cause trouble online.”
The girl who would later go viral was named Wen Xuan. She hadn’t encountered her in the game yet.
Thank goodness.
Thinking that there was probably nothing to worry about for now, her eyes lit up as she looked at her beautiful computer. The dorm room was cramped, filled with a lot of streaming equipment. It seemed “she” had genuinely loved the profession of streaming.