Sanzi had been staring at Ji Zhaoxi’s livestream the whole time, trying to get Sansan’s Little Train to come back, but Sansan’s Little Train showed no reaction whatsoever.
The public chat exploded.
[Uh… may I ask what you’re pretending for?]
[She’s just one big sister. We have plenty of big sisters in our community, okay? We don’t care.［picks nose］]
[What a drama queen. J.C.X. probably stole her away ages ago…]
[Forget her, Sanzi. Keep pulling in votes.]
Sanzi’s fans had long been annoyed with Little Train. She was always sending messages demanding attention, and she joined the fan call-in segment every day, chatting and laughing with Sanzi. None of the other big sisters acted like that.
The public chat was full of people cursing Little Train. Sanzi gritted his teeth as he watched the messages.
What a bunch of idiots!
They might not want Little Train, but he still did!
She had showered him with so many gifts, and he hadn’t squeezed her dry yet. How could he possibly let her go so easily?
Just as Sanzi was about to put on a choked-up voice, Ji Zhaoxi spoke.
“Little Train, big sister, anyone who sends ten Carnivals gets a private thank-you video. I’ll add you on WeChat.” Ji Zhaoxi sounded sincere. “Would you like me to add you, or will you add me?”
Little Train remained silent, so Ji Zhaoxi directly sent her WeChat ID in a private message.
“I’ve sent it over, big sister. Go ahead and add me.”
On the other side, Sanzi’s face darkened. Was this Ji Zhaoxi ever going to stop?
He forced a smile. “Ji Zhaoxi, isn’t this a little inappropriate?”
Ji Zhaoxi looked at him, utterly baffled. “How is it inappropriate? Ten Carnivals means a private thank-you message. We can’t waste big sister’s gifts.”
That was ten Carnivals.
Sanzi’s expression immediately turned cold. “Fine.”
Ji Zhaoxi thought he was about to do something, but in the next second, he simply ended the stream.
Ji Zhaoxi: ?
Sanzi’s fans: ?
The other two streamers who were working hard to pull in votes: ?
The two other streamers stared blankly at what had just happened. The PK wasn’t over yet, and they hadn’t made enough money.
Sanzi, however, had made enough. If he said he was ending the stream, then the stream was over.
At that moment, Sanzi couldn’t worry about anything else. He called the familiar number saved in his phone, but no one picked up.
He panicked. This was impossible. Little Train would never ignore his calls.
She liked him. He knew that.
The rent for the apartment where he streamed, as well as the Porsche Panamera he drove, had all been paid for by her…
On the other end of the line, a young woman stared at her phone with red-rimmed eyes as it rang over and over.
How could he keep hurting her, again and again?
Just then, a message popped up on her WeChat.
Her heart trembled. He was going to make those promises again. He had made them to her countless times before.
But when she cautiously opened the message, she found a thank-you video from Ji Zhaoxi.
She sniffed and didn’t open the video. She had received too many thank-you videos like this from streamers. There was nothing new about them.
[Little Train, big sister, I saw in your Moments that you cut your hand. Did you go to the hospital? It looks like it must hurt a lot.［pity］]
She paused as she read Ji Zhaoxi’s message. She had posted that picture specifically for Sanzi to see. An entire day had passed, and he hadn’t said a single word of concern to her.
She had only sent Ji Zhaoxi ten Carnivals, and even Ji Zhaoxi cared enough to ask about her…
The thought made her feel even worse. Listening to her phone continue to buzz, she finally collapsed facedown on the bed and burst into tears.
Meanwhile, after sending the thank-you video, Ji Zhaoxi continued streaming.
“We’ve already done two PKs today. Should we do another one? Or maybe I’ll just chat with everyone for a while.” Ji Zhaoxi looked at the public chat.
[No, no.]
[What? Do you have too much money? Why are you so unmotivated about PKs?!]
[Can my girl please show a little ambition!]
[Are you doing another one or not? If not, I’m going to buy some spicy strips.]
A paid message drifted across the screen.
[L: Ten Carnivals gets a thank-you video? I’ve sent you so many gifts. Why haven’t I gotten one?]
He hadn’t received a single thank-you video.
Ji Zhaoxi coughed awkwardly. “I must have forgotten. I’ll make it up to you after I end the stream.”
She had thought L didn’t care about things like that.
Would a hater really want to receive a thank-you video from a streamer they disliked?
Just then, Sanzi’s fans began flooding into Ji Zhaoxi’s livestream.
[Murderer!]
[You’ve nearly driven Sanzi to his death!]
[Ji Zhaoxi, do you have a conscience? Don’t forget who helped you start streaming in the first place!]
Ji Zhaoxi frowned at the public chat and opened Weibo. When she saw the trending topics, the corner of her mouth twitched.
Just moments ago, Sanzi had posted on Weibo. There was no caption, only a photo of a slashed wrist. The post had already reached number one on Weibo’s trending list.
Clips of Sanzi and Ji Zhaoxi’s exchange were spreading everywhere, and Sanzi’s fans were openly and subtly trying to steer public opinion against Ji Zhaoxi.
But the ordinary Weibo users weren’t buying it.
[Another influencer publicity stunt. If he really wants to die, he should just go ahead and do it!]
[So a big sister leaves and he has to slash his wrist? Should we office workers jump into rivers every time our wages are withheld?]
[Can they stop being so annoying all day long? They make so much money and still act like victims!]
[Someone should look into their taxes. These influencers are corrupting children. When are they going to ban all these disgraced internet celebrities?]
Sanzi’s fans invaded the livestreams of nearly every streamer who regularly did PKs with him.
Lin Zhehan was eating McDonald’s while trying to rally votes. “Everyone, this is the final round. One plane per person. I know there’s not much money left in everyone’s pockets, but you can still scrape together a little. This is the moment to show how united our community is!”
He took a bite of his Big Mac and washed it down with some water, keeping his eyes fixed on the public chat. As he watched the number of viewers in his livestream climb higher and higher, he grew a little confused.
What was going on? Why had so many people come to his stream today?
Then, in the next second:
[Sanzi is on the verge of dying, and you still have the nerve to eat McDonald’s?!]
[Lin Zhehan, don’t you usually say you and Sanzi are brothers? This is how you treat your brother?!]
[Please call Sanzi! He’s in serious danger right now!［sobbing］]
Lin Zhehan frowned at the public chat. What did they mean, “dying”? What the hell were these people talking about? He was trying to make money from the PK.
“Everyone, fifteen seconds left. Let’s do this!” Lin Zhehan ignored the messages and continued rallying votes.
Sanzi’s fans darted from one livestream to another. Before long, nearly every streamer knew that Sanzi’s big sister had been stolen by Ji Zhaoxi and had slashed her wrist in a fit of anger.
All kinds of ordinary viewers poured into Ji Zhaoxi’s livestream, turning the public chat into complete chaos.
Ji Zhaoxi had been preparing to end the stream: …
She watched the number of viewers continue to rise and immediately perked up. Since that was the case, she might as well stream a little longer!
There was no reason to turn down free traffic.
She cleared her throat. “Everyone, don’t panic. I’ll call Sanzi. Please don’t get agitated.”
And so, more than a million viewers watched as Ji Zhaoxi called Sanzi.
