Сhapter 8: Вig Вrother 9999 Switсhes to а Nеw Ассоunt to Sеnd Gifts
“Аlright thеn.”
Zhаng Shuishui turned off thе filter first, her facе аshen, аnd it wаs оbviоus thаt her skin tоnе dаrkened bу а shadе. Then, she switсhed оff the beautу effеcts. Gооd heavеns!
Her sallоw соmрlexiоn, dаrk сirсles, fine linеs, and sрots werе all eхposеd without a traсе оf cоnсealment. Нer еntirе facе also lоokеd а full sizе largеr, and she аppеаrеd much less energetic, with obvious рuffinеss and fatigue. She lооked at leаst tеn years older.
[Huh? She doesn’t even look as good as my mom! I’m going back to tell my mom to tidy up and start streaming right away!]
[Hahahaha, I feel like I can start streaming to hook big brothers too! At least I look younger than this streamer!]
[Is that you, Ruhua? Is that you?]
[Hello, is this 911? Someone here is swapping heads!]
[I’m so curious about what Big Brother Shi Yi Yun is thinking after seeing this. He probably can’t bring himself to kiss her now, right?]
[Liu Tiezhu (Streamer): Damn! So this is what Zhang Shuishui really looks like? I’m gonna puke.]
[User “Shi Yi Yun” has left the livestream.]
After discovering that Shi Yi Yun had run off, Zhang Shuishui felt her heart bleeding, even though she had mentally prepared herself. Her only top supporter had abandoned her just like that.
Wuwu, no more harvesting greenhorns from now on.
“I’ve done the punishment, I’m logging off now.”
Zhang Shuishui didn’t want to continue being gawked at like a monkey. After saying this, she disconnected the call and hurriedly ended her stream.
With the spectacle over, the number of viewers in Song Jingwu’s livestream dropped by more than half, though her followers increased quite a bit. Coupled with today’s bountiful gains, she was in an excellent mood. She took out the leftover spicy strips and Shuangwaiwai from home and started munching away.
At this time, Brother Bahun and 9 Ge, who were still in the livestream, went to WeChat to chat.
Shortly after, ‘9999’ registered a new account and re-entered Looking at Flowers in the Fog’s livestream.
If he didn’t figure out why this was happening, he’d probably lose sleep tonight.
Song Jingwu happily munched on spicy strips while sipping Shuangwaiwai, squinting her eyes in enjoyment.
[Wow, wow, wow, is this turning into a mukbang? I love eating spicy strips and drinking Shuangwaiwai too. I’m gonna go buy some right now!]
[Little Star: Mist Treasure is eating so deliciously. Hurry up and toss one into my mouth.]
[Yan Yan’er: Hubby Mist Mist, if you’re hungry, you should go eat a proper meal. Spicy strips won’t fill you up!]
Song Jingwu gobbled up a spicy strip with an “ao wu” sound, savoring it with great relish, and replied, “Don’t worry, I’ll go out for a late-night snack to treat myself after I finish streaming.”
The Tomato platform is very user-friendly—once you end your stream, you can directly withdraw the money to your bank card.
Thinking about the money she earned today and the delicious late-night snack she could enjoy later, Song Jingwu was already drooling. However, ending the stream after just one hour of broadcasting wasn’t ideal.
So, she decided to stream for another… half an hour.
She had originally wanted to connect with a male streamer named “Xu Baibai,” but she found out he had already ended his stream for the day.
She’d have to find a way to connect with him tomorrow.
Song Jingwu calculated the time—she had been streaming for half a year now.
Her adoptive parents’ family could only be considered moderately well-off. At first, they treated her quite well, but after she became ugly, their attitude toward her did a complete 180-degree turn, and her monthly allowance kept shrinking.
Half a year ago, fresh out of college, she accidentally discovered that Song Wanwan was a female streamer who had earned quite a bit of money. Inspired, she followed in her footsteps and embarked on a streaming career, never looking back since.After half a year of live streaming, she earned about 150,000 yuan, keeping only enough for rent and instant noodles for herself, and spent the rest tipping Xu Baibai.
Ever since she met Baibai, it was as if she had become obsessed. She would rather eat less herself just to send him Big Rockets to make him happy. Hearing him call her “Goddess Wuwu” would make her ecstatic for an entire day.
Of course, she wasn’t foolish. She knew the other person was only after her money, not her as a person. But what could she do?
Who told Baibai to look exactly like the one she loved? And the one she loved despised her so much. Only Baibai would smile at her, call her “Goddess Sister,” and even occasionally send her some risqué private photos as a bonus. It felt amazing~
Song Jingwu, who had been reborn, really wanted to slap herself hard and curse, “What a fool!”
Of course, in her previous life, the reason she always did foolish things and ended up miserable was undoubtedly because she was controlled by the plot, simply following the storyline of the book.
In this life, she naturally wanted to break free from the plot’s control. But when she saw that her bank card balance was only 0.38 yuan, she felt utterly defeated.
Just this afternoon, Xu Baibai sent her a private message trying to take advantage of her. She simply sent him a screenshot of her balance and asked if he could lend her 500 yuan for food, promising to tip him with Carnivals once she earned money.
Not only did she not get the loan, but she was also ruthlessly blocked and kicked out of his live stream.
Thinking about it, Song Jingwu felt furious. This grudge had to be avenged!
[User “333” has entered the live stream]
Since this was a new account with a level of 0, it went completely unnoticed—until the dazzling effect of a Carnival lit up the screen!
[User “333” has sent Carnival*1] (30,000 Tomato)
Huh?
Song Jingwu’s eyes lit up. Chewing on a spicy strip, she mumbled somewhat incoherently, “Thank you, Big Brother 333, for the Carnival. You’ve spent too much, sending love~”
[Wow~ Another big spender? Thank you, Boss 3!]
[Yan Yan’er: Thank you, Big Brother 333, for the Carnival! Thank you so much! Boss is so generous!]
[Little Star: Third Brother, could you follow the host and join the fan club? It’d be great if you could also send a Light Board. Thank you!]
[333: If the host asks me to follow, I will.]
Song Jingwu said with a smile, “Then please follow, Third Brother, so you won’t get lost. Make sure to come back often~”
She deliberately softened her voice. Even though she didn’t intend to flirt, it felt as if a little kitten’s paw was gently scratching your chest, making you unconsciously and irresistibly follow, send a Light Board, and complete everything in one go.
Not only that, but the corners of your mouth would also involuntarily curl up, impossible to suppress!
[User “333” has followed the host]
[User “333” has sent Light Board*1]
[User “333” has sent Popularity Tickets*9999] ×8 ×9 ×10
[User “333” has sent Porsche*10] (12,000 Tomato)
[User “333” has sent Big Rocket*10] ×8 ×9 ×10
[User “333” has sent Carnival*1] ×25 ×26 ×27 ×28 ×29 ×30
…
Song Jingwu had just finished a pack of spicy strips and was utterly shocked, nearly choking on the spice. Coughing until her face turned red, she waved her hand frantically to dissuade him:
“Big Brother, please don’t get carried away! Tipping should be done cautiously, and investments come with risks!””Think of your children crying out for food, think of your mother who toils from dawn till dusk, think of your virtuous wife who has unknowingly worn herself out for this family until her face turned sallow—brother, please don’t be so ruthless! I’m not worth it, I’m not worth you going bankrupt for me! Big brother, stop now? Turn back before it’s too late!”
This emotionally charged performance completely stunned the big brother.
He had only wanted to hear her say a soft “thank you” and send him a heart. Why had the tone suddenly shifted?
She was practically a drama queen on a rampage.
If he had sent these gifts in another livestream, the hosts would probably have jumped for joy, bowing at every angle to express their sincerest gratitude. Who would have reacted like this instead?
[Hahahahaha, I just realized today that Sister Wu is actually a goofball!]
[Sister Wu, go act in a movie! The next little golden statue is definitely yours!]
[Dragon Horse Spirit: This mental state is something else.]
[Little Star: Ahhh! Third Brother is so cool! Third Brother went straight from level 0 to level 46, holy crap!]
[Yan Yan’er: Oh my god, thank you, Third Brother, you’re so handsome (#^.^#) Third Brother is awesome!]
[Ba Hun Dai Si Wa: @333, could it be 9th Brother?]
[333: Don’t know him.]
When he saw Brother Bahun tagging him, he was honestly startled and quickly typed in the chat to distance himself, afraid that the host would find out he was 9999’s alt account and then stop talking to him again.
So he sent another Carnival, wondering if the host would pay attention to him this time.
[User “333” sent Carnival*1]
Actually, Song Jingwu hadn’t noticed the chat messages at all just now, probably because the comments were refreshing too fast. Maybe because of the popularity votes, people were flooding into the livestream.
“333” shot to the top of the gift leaderboard, with the headline saying he had thrown 2 million Tomatoes in the “Looking at Flowers in the Fog” livestream.
Song Jingwu was shocked again: “Bro, why aren’t you listening? I told you to stop and go back to your wife and kids—they need you more than I do!”
[333: Not married, no kids, no mother.]
Song Jingwu paused for a moment, then suddenly clapped her hands, beaming with joy: “Oh, you should’ve said so earlier!”
Then she waved her hand: “Go ahead, send as many as you want, I won’t stop you even if you send them to death.”
She sat back down, opened another pack of spicy strips, and munched away carefreely.
[What’s going on here? Is the host’s mental state a bit unstable?]
[The host is so smart, reverse psychology to hook the big brother? Learned, learned.]
[What kind of livestream is this? The host doesn’t show her face or perform any talents, yet so many people watch her eat spicy strips?]
[No, no, the host isn’t eating just any spicy strips—she’s eating Fantianwa!]
[User “Ba Hun Dai Si Wa” sent Golden Carnival*1] ×8×9×10
[Yan Yan’er: Wow wow wow, thank you, Brother Bahun, for the 10 Carnivals! Brother Bahun is awesome!]
[Holy crap! Poverty limits my imagination! This many Carnivals could buy me a whole day of takeout!]
Song Jingwu glanced over indifferently, continued eating her spicy strips and drinking her Shuangwaiwai, completely unmoved.
[Ba Hun Dai Si Wa (through gritted teeth): Host, you’re something else! Playing mute again? Am I not human? Would it kill you to say something?]