A week had passed, and Sanzi still hadn’t streamed. His fans cried and complained every day, yet he never showed up to reassure them. Before long, they began to wonder whether Sanzi had been threatened.
[Sanzi loves his fans so much. How could he go this long without streaming?]
[Exactly! That useless agency!]
[Can anyone contact Sanzi? I hope nothing happened to him ［crying］]
[Xixi, can you try to find Sanzi? Why hasn’t he said anything? ［pitiful］]
Sanzi’s fans began flooding the livestreams of various popular streamers again.
After Ji Zhaoxi finished singing a song with all her energy, she took a sip of water and looked at the sobbing Sanzi fans in the chat.
“Sanzi’s fans, don’t cry. I saw him post a screenshot of his gaming results on Moments last time. He’s definitely fine.”
Ji Zhaoxi kindly tried to calm their emotions.
Just stop crying in her chat. It was affecting her mood while she was singing.
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[How could Sanzi possibly be playing games?]
[Ji Zhaoxi, do you have no heart?! How can you face Sanzi after this!]
Ji Zhaoxi had told them the truth, only to be cursed out by Sanzi’s fans once again.
They couldn’t accept that the person they were so worried about was spending every day playing games at home.
But Sanzi really was at home playing games, completely losing track of time. Since he couldn’t stream for the time being, he might as well take a proper break.
In the mansion, Sanzi was sprawled across his bed, his hair a complete mess. Staring at the screen, he couldn’t help laughing.
“Baby, hide behind me. I’ll protect you.”
A woman’s voice came from the other end of the call.
“I don’t want to play anymore. I keep dying…”
Sanzi chuckled under his breath. “So what if you die? I’ll die with you.”
The room reeked of cigarette smoke and alcohol. The table beside him was covered with takeout containers, while cigarette ash and clothes were scattered all over the floor.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Sanzi didn’t even glance toward it. Still staring at the screen, he laughed and said, “Damn, that move was incredible.”
The housekeeper cautiously entered the room and began cleaning up the mess on the floor. Sanzi rolled over and continued playing, a smile never leaving his face.
His assistant stood at the doorway and nearly choked on the smell. He covered his nose.
“Sanzi, do you want to post a selfie to reassure your fans? They seem really worried.”
Lying on his stomach, Sanzi stared at the screen and burst out laughing.
“Baby, it’s okay. I’m here.”
Assistant: …
Could he listen to anything anyone was saying?
The assistant cleared his throat. “Sanzi?”
Sanzi impatiently rolled over. “Take a selfie my ass. I’d have to get styled and spend forever taking pictures. I’m exhausted. Tell them to stop trying to control me.”
Did giving him a few lousy gifts mean they could control him now?
It was one thing for him to smile and put on a show while streaming. But even when he wasn’t streaming, they still expected him to perform for them?
Seeing him like this, the assistant could only leave helplessly.
But it didn’t matter. His fans would forgive him anyway.
Meanwhile, Ji Zhaoxi had just ended her stream and was dutifully recording thank-you videos.
She had taken part in two PK battles that day, and so many people had sent her Carnival gifts that she was nearly exhausted by the time she finished recording all the thank-you videos.
Night had completely fallen. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves outside the window as Ji Zhaoxi faced her phone and spoke earnestly.
“Thank you, Sister Mianhu, for sending me that gift. I hope you’re happy every day…”
“Thank you, Sister Qinqin…”
The bedroom door suddenly opened quietly. Mother Ji, dressed in pajamas and carrying a bowl of soup, walked in.
There was still a trace of sleepiness on her face as she placed the soup on Ji Zhaoxi’s desk.
After finishing another thank-you video, Ji Zhaoxi closed her eyes and hugged Mother Ji’s arm.
Mother Ji glanced at her screen and frowned. “How many more people do you have to thank?”
“So many…” Ji Zhaoxi replied lazily.
Looking at Ji Zhaoxi’s exhausted face, Mother Ji sighed. “Streaming may make money, but you can’t keep doing this forever. Your health matters more.”
Livestreaming was a young person’s job. Relying on her youth and good health, Ji Zhaoxi had completely turned her schedule upside down.
Mother Ji had never approved of Ji Zhaoxi streaming. She had to deal with so much malice, and on top of that, the money came too easily. Mother Ji was always afraid that something would happen to her in the future.
“I know, Mom. I’ll stream a little longer whenever I have time,” Ji Zhaoxi said with a yawn.
“Drink the soup first. Finish it before you continue.” Mother Ji stroked her hair.
“I’m going to bed now. I can’t stay up as late as you do.”
She didn’t even want to imagine staying up until the early hours of the morning.
Did children these days simply not like sleeping?
After drinking the soup, Ji Zhaoxi continued recording her videos. Some of them were fan-requested hand-dance videos. She had to learn the moves on the spot, then send the videos to them privately.
By the time she had finished everything, it was almost seven in the morning.
She checked her messages and saw that there were still a few people left. She still owed L several thank-you videos.
Just after she sent one, L messaged her.
[L: This early?! Did you wake up just now, or have you not gone to sleep yet?]
[L: Don’t send any more. Go to sleep…]
Ji Zhaoxi hesitated.
[Ji Zhaoxi: But I still owe you several videos. You don’t want them anymore?]
The reply came quickly.
[L: I don’t want them anymore. Go to sleep.]
Ji Zhaoxi frowned as she typed.
[Ji Zhaoxi: Are you sure you don’t want them? I’m going to remove my makeup later. If you ask me to make up the videos or hand dances in the future, I might not have time to record them!]
[L: I don’t want them anymore. Go to sleep…]
Ji Zhaoxi was thrilled. She had just saved herself a lot of time. Today, she was definitely going to sleep as much as she could.
L soon sent another message.
[L: You don’t need to thank me for any gifts I send from now on. Don’t reply to this message. Go to sleep.]
By the time Ji Zhaoxi finished showering, it was already eight o’clock. She was starving, so she walked straight out of her room.
Her father and the golden retriever, who were eating breakfast, stared at her in confusion.
Father Ji was so startled that he almost dropped the spoon in his hand.
“Did you not sleep yet, or did you just wake up?”
Ji Zhaoxi said nothing. She sat down at the table and silently ate her breakfast.
As expected, Father Ji began lecturing her the very next second.
He was starting to question everything. Was their family really so poor that she had to work herself this hard?
The golden retriever finished its meal with loud snorts, then lay down directly on Ji Zhaoxi’s feet, its tail sweeping back and forth against her legs.
After finishing breakfast and brushing her teeth, Ji Zhaoxi went back to bed and began catching up on sleep.
The golden retriever obediently stayed there until noon. After lunch, it jumped against the door and opened Ji Zhaoxi’s bedroom.
It wagged its tail as it entered. When it saw that Ji Zhaoxi was still asleep, its tail drooped at once, and it ran back out to play in the garden.
After playing for a while, it trotted back into Ji Zhaoxi’s room. It stared at her for a moment, then dejectedly lay down on the carpet. Before long, it fell asleep.
When it woke up, the golden retriever found that Ji Zhaoxi still hadn’t risen. Its tail drooped again as it left the room.
At that moment, Ji Zhaoxi was sleeping soundly beneath the blankets, having a very long dream.
