Nan Que’s chibi avatar was so enraged it broke through its defenses, as the little figure was shaken around on screen by the mouse to vent frustration.
Seeing that Beat Fresh Orange’s mood had improved slightly, his mischievous intentions resurfaced.
“Fresh Orange sis, not that I’m criticizing you, but how come you’re so wealthy yet still so empty inside?”
“Do you usually mistake fantasies for reality?”
[Beat Fresh Orange: ?]
Beat Fresh Orange had just started feeling better, never expecting this little streamer to provoke her again with his sharp tongue.
Beat Fresh Orange: “Kid, are you itching for a beating?”
“Hehe, sis, I think you might be a bit too love-obsessed.”
“Pretty girls need to learn to guard their hearts, otherwise they’ll end up shattered into eight pieces~”
[Don’t Argue: .]
[Don’t Argue: Kids who don’t know better just need a couple good spankings]
[Delicious Delicious: Hahaha, was just about to praise you for being steady, don’t go breaking big sister’s defenses again]
[Sweet Bean: Feeling like this mod seat is getting a bit hot]
[Sealed Heart Locked Love If I Ship Again I’ll Die: The newbie sure is bold]
[Host should check big sister’s level before running his mouth]
[This Little Bi Ga being tormented by big sister would definitely make for great content, following now]
“Ahem, that’s not what I meant, sis. There are lots of bad people online. If you’re not having fun in some stream, just find another host to watch~”
“Let’s just watch, no gifting, and no developing bad habits, right~”
“Alright, my Cotton Candies! With so many people still in the stream, shouldn’t we showcase some talent!”
“Any song requests!”
Beat Fresh Orange was gently taken off mic by Nan Que.
The chat was scrolling incredibly fast, but Nan Que didn’t even glance at it before opening his mouth.
“Okay, we have a song request from a sister! ‘Queen,’ dedicated to everyone!”
[Wait, who requested that?]
[Host is blind, confirmed]
[Leaving now, who wants to hear cartoon characters sing? Definitely AI]
Mods Delicious Delicious and Sweet Bean desperately spammed the chat:
[Siji Xianyin’s quality singing host X. Nan Que presents ‘Queen’ for everyone, guaranteed live vocals!]
“…
What you want isn’t me but a kind of vanity
Being loved makes one stand out so much
I fulfill your queen adored by all
If love remains only temptation, only mutual endurance
Stop tormenting each other
Because we’re both at fault
Nan Que just hoped this song could wake up the stubbornly deluded Beat Fresh Orange, and also help that straightforward host who had thanked him in private messages.
[L. Lan: Thank you]
[L. Lan: Pao Pao 13xxxxxxx]
As Beat Fresh Orange listened to Nan Que’s emotional singing, her throat tightened with emotion again.
How could she not know she seemed like a fool unable to obtain love? But she had genuinely accompanied L. Lan from having just dozens of followers to becoming a host with tens of thousands of fans. Her level 62 account with a level 20 fan group was built over more than three hundred days of accompanying his shifts, participating in PK battles, and gradually gifting him.
Her work kept her extremely busy, but she had never missed any of L. Lan’s events – Fan Appreciation Festival, regional competitions, minor annual events, major annual events – she was present at every competition.
She gave her presence, she gave her money, she gave everything she had in the online world.
She had felt his sincerity, his gratitude.
She had also received his concern, his companionship.
But every time she disconnected from the internet, just as Nan Que had said, she felt truly empty, forever feeling like her world was hollow and vacant, with only herself in it.
L. Lan was genuinely a good person in private. She had tested the waters and taken the initiative to address things directly, but he never gave her any response. Instead, he repeatedly told her to focus more on the real world, that he wasn’t the right person for her.
But she really couldn’t accept it.
Those gentle greetings, heartfelt companionship, the daily “good mornings” and “good nights”—she couldn’t bear to let them go.
“Until that time when you’re no longer praised in my heart, When I no longer regard you as a queen, You won’t be mine anymore…”
“This little brat really knows how to pick a song,” Beat Fresh Orange sniffled, wiping her nose, then tapped out ten Carnivals in a row.
She just didn’t know how long it would take to break the addiction, to stop seeing him as her queen, just like the lyrics said.
“Wow, thank you, Fresh Orange sis, for the super big Hua Zis!”
“Sis, earning money isn’t easy—let’s all stay calm, okay~”
“Hope next time we see you, sis, you’ll be happy!”
“Roam freely in the online world, enjoy the online world!”
Nan Que controlled the tone of the public chat and sent out a 1,000-coin red packet lucky bag.
In an instant, the public chat was flooded with that slogan.
Nan Que sang a few more songs in a row, stubbornly keeping at it until the live stream viewers dropped to just over two thousand before he finally signed off.
Today’s broadcast duration: 3 hours and 12 minutes.
Zhang Zhe handed him a water cup. “You’re something else, bro.”
Nan Que stared blankly, sucking on the straw. “I’m going to the temple to pray tomorrow.”
Zhang Zhe: “The Training Camp group chat is blowing up. You have no idea—all the guys made alt accounts to watch your stream.”
Nan Que acted as if he were deaf, dazedly starting to calculate: “Seems like I made quite a bit today. How much is thirty Hua Zis again?”
Zhang Zhe: “You gained over five thousand fans in one night! Bro, remember me when you make it big!”
Nan Que: “I’ve hit the jackpot, huh…”
Zhang Zhe: …
This dog is ignoring people again!
Zhang Zhe: “The Hall Admin mentioned you in the group chat, said to find her after your stream.”
Nan Que jolted, his eyes widening. “Huh?”
Zhang Zhe burst into loud laughter, calling out his buddy’s bluff. “With all this commotion you’ve stirred up, probably everyone from Siji Xianyin and Yue Yin Lou knows you now.”
[Hall Manager Yanmai: Find me after you’re done.]
[Hall Manager Yanmai: (Like)]
Nan Que stared at that “Like” for a long time, feeling a chill run down his spine.
“Zhe, why do I feel like I’m heading to the guillotine?”
“Little bird, just go, hahaha! Worst case, you can always come back to your drawing.”
“What about the bet?”
“Of course, you lost!”
Nan Que was terrified, Nan Que was displeased, Nan Que was resigned.
Nan Que puffed out his chest and strode confidently into the meeting YY (remote voice channel).
He’d made up his mind: if he got fired, he’d apply to the rival company! That L. family seemed pretty good!
There were only two people in the YY channel.
As soon as he entered, a female voice called out, “Nan Que’s here?”
Nan Que quickly turned on his mic. “I’m here, I’m here.”
Yanmai immediately dragged his account into the official meeting channel below.
Nan Que glanced at the lineup of people in the channel and felt his vision go dark.
X. Xue Shan
X. Yinhe
X. Diting
X. Miracle
Yanmai
X. Nan Que
Xue Shan was the boss of Siji Xianyin. Yinhe and Diting were the managers of the four seasonal official halls. Miracle was the chief examiner.
Nan Que looked at himself sandwiched among all these big shots and felt a wave of panic.
It’s o-over…