“Xiaolongbao, your family isn’t in great shape either. Look at your health bar—it’s been crushed to the bottom by my H-ge. Looks like your big brother doesn’t really want to send you any votes. Why don’t you beg him? After all, the punishment is a one-week streaming ban.”
Across the screen, Jin Se offered Yun Long this suggestion with obvious ill intent.
Yun Long had opened her eyes and found herself here, somewhat confused. “M-me?”
Jin Se raised an eyebrow. ”If not you, then me? Look at your pathetic little trickle of gifts, and you still dare to connect with me for a PK battle. Some people really need to know their place and stop dreaming of shortcuts.”
Yun Long could hear the sarcasm in her voice, and just as she was about to speak, everything went black.
She remembered now. She had social anxiety, and on the day of her job interview, to save money, she hadn’t taken a taxi—she’d walked down a small alley and been knocked over by an e-bike that ignored traffic rules.
And the place she was in now was the book she’d been reading before bed—a story about a pampered fake heiress.
She had transmigrated into the body of the cannon-fodder real heiress who shared her exact name.
This point in time was precisely when the guild had arranged a script for her to confess to the top-ranked gifter, Ban Yao Er Sheng.
As she recalled the ending, Yun Long’s body trembled, and she couldn’t help but shudder.
That top-ranked gifter was the fake heiress’s fiancé. The outcome of her confession was obvious—in the end, she was hated on so badly she fell into depression and killed herself.
[Hurry hurry, Xiaolongbao, confess to the top gifter! Given how Big Brother usually treats you, he’ll definitely say yes, and he can even help you win this battle!]
[Hahaha, I’ve disliked you for ages. Seven-day ban, here’s a song of “Cold Cold” just for you.]
[Streamer, just confess already. Big Brother has spent tens of thousands on you. Maybe he really likes you and is just waiting for your confession.]
[Ban Yao Er Sheng is right there in the livestream. Act cute a little, streamer, and maybe you won’t get banned for seven days.]
Yun Long watched the guild’s paid shills flooding the public chat, pressed her lips together, and said nothing.
Setting aside the fact that this man was her “sister’s” fiancé—even if he weren’t, she had severe social anxiety. How could she possibly dare to confess in a setting like this!
She couldn’t even manage the ready-made vote-soliciting lines in her head right now.
Just thinking about the two hundred or so people in the livestream watching her made Yun Long feel uncomfortable, and she couldn’t help picking at her fingers.
After a moment’s thought, she held her phone up to the camera and stammered out an explanation, “Babies, don’t stir things up, okay? Ban Yao Er Sheng and I are just ordinary friends. We don’t even have each other’s contact info in private.”
As she spoke, she pulled up “Ban Yao Er Sheng’s” profile on her phone and tapped into it. Inside there was only a greeting sticker and one message marked with a red exclamation point: “Hello, Ban Yao Er Sheng-gege, thank you so much for your generous support. If it’s convenient, could we exchange contact info?”
[Whoa, I can’t believe it. It’s 2026 and there’s actually a streamer who can’t even get the top gifter’s contact info.]
[I didn’t believe it at all when the streamer said they were just ordinary friends, but turns out Big Brother never even paid her any attention.]
[Pathetic streamer, publicly begging for Big Brother’s contact info. Big Brother skipped right past it—he didn’t even give her a follow.]
Watching the shift in tone on the public chat, Yun Long felt a little relieved.
Thank goodness Ban Yao Er Sheng hadn’t accepted her friend request before—he hadn’t even followed her. Otherwise, she truly wouldn’t have known what to do right now.
While the stream viewers’ attention was diverted, she muted Jin Se on the other side and flipped through her song list, finding a song she knew how to sing.
She checked the PK timer—just over two minutes left. She’d finish singing right as the PK ended.
She had already prepared herself to lose the PK. So what if she got suspended for seven days? With only about 200 people in her stream, Yun Long figured starting over wouldn’t be so bad.
Yun Long was somewhat afraid of facing the live camera, but the moment she started singing, she completely forgot she was streaming.
That was just how she was when doing things—focused on one thing, undisturbed by her surroundings.
Today she wore a little white dress embroidered with roses, her long hair swept up into a bun. She was full of youthful energy, and paired with this sweet little song, she gave off the fresh sweetness of first love.
When Ban Yao Er Sheng heard Yun Long say they were just ordinary friends, an indescribable feeling stirred faintly in his heart.
This emotion made him a bit irritable, and he exited the stream directly.
Because of Yun Long’s return, Shu Yao had been in a bad mood lately. He didn’t plan to send any gifts during this PK—consider it a lesson for Yun Long.
“Nine, I want you to say you love me; ten, I want you to stop rambling…”
As the song drew to a close, Yun Long remembered why she had been singing in the first place.
A blush crept up to the tips of her ears. Just as she was about to say something, she saw Carnivals popping up on the screen one after another.
She was instantly stunned. “Th-thank you, Mysterious Person 9527, for the 1, 2, 3… 30 Carnivals. Thank you, Mysterious Person big bro!”
Yun Long excitedly stood up and bowed three times toward the screen, then grabbed the party poppers beside her and set them off, not stopping until she’d fired 90 of them.
[Wait, is this streamer here for comedy? She really set off 90 party poppers.]
[Hmm, how is she not a great streamer though? Normally a streamer sets off three just for show, but she’s genuinely sincere.]
[OMG, I can’t, I’m dying of laughter. This streamer… I can’t, I’m dead.]
Even Mysterious Person 9527, who had sent Yun Long the gifts, was a little surprised. This girl was truly honest. He loved teasing honest people the most.
Yun Long leaned close to the screen, reading the messages on the public chat, blinking in confusion. “Isn’t it one thousand per party popper? I counted right.”
Seeing her earnest expression, the stream’s viewers held back their laughter. Faced with this sudden beauty attack, they all straightened up righteously.
Yun Long had a baby face, with a cute, innocent kind of look. She had great natural features—she’d been campus-flower level back in college—and usually only wore light makeup.
She had suddenly leaned close to the phone screen. It was the latest Carrot phone, close enough that you could even see the pores on her face.
[That’s right, the streamer counted correctly. It was 90.]
[Exactly, exactly. How could a streamer as cute as ours be in the wrong? If anyone’s wrong, it’s someone else—blame the other streamers for not knowing how to count.]
[Love the stream, love the stream. Look at me—starting today, you’re my one true love.]
Watching the messages praising her multiply on the screen, the blush spread from the tips of Yun Long’s ears to her cheeks.
Watching Jin Se gesture at her, Yun Long belatedly unmuted herself, and the moment she did, she heard Jin Se’s sarcastic voice:
“Some people, they look so innocent, but who knew they’d be so wild.”
Yun Long blinked, looking at Jin Se innocently. What was this person talking about? She couldn’t understand a word.