Volume One, Chapter 20: Titles Bestowed, All Titles Bestowed
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As long as he didn’t admit it, this alternate account shouldn’t be exposed!
The second online withdrawal showdown between Lin Beibei and Zheng Jiayuan began once more.
Just a moment ago, the netizens who had eagerly encouraged the PK suddenly grew apprehensive.
Favorite Jiu Jiu: “I absolutely can’t lose! If I lose, where on earth will I find a streamer like Hua Jiunong who’s both talented and charming?”
Enjoying a Meek Life: “I don’t have much money left, so I’ll just send a rose to show some support. Hua Jiunong is about to go live, and I need to save some money to buy Jiu Jiu a milk tea.”
Favorite Jiu Jiu: “You just reminded me—I should limit my spending today too, or else I won’t be able to explain it to Jiu Jiu.”
[Favorite Jiu Jiu sent 20 Large Beers (emoji).]
[Enjoying a Meek Life sent 1 Rose (emoji).]
[Jia Fugui sent 1 Little Rabbit (emoji).]
...
Lin Beibei watched these scattered gifts anxiously.
She hadn’t wanted to accept this PK; she lacked confidence in winning every time, especially since few reliable people frequented her live room.
But there were always some who stirred the pot, going over to the rival’s channel to fan the flames, and she was powerless against them.
These people just loved watching the drama unfold.
By the time gifts started pouring in, they all fell silent.
Zheng Jiayuan’s popularity quickly surged past the 50,000 mark.
Lin Beibei stared at the astronomical figure, her heart sinking.
How was she supposed to fight when the difference in spending was so vast?
Even if she were booted out, she might not have brought in that much money!
Maybe... after this match, she should just find a factory job.
Favorite Jiu Jiu: “Sorry about this one, Beibei. I’m limited in what I can do; the rest is up to you.”
Jia Fugui: “I’ll be spending on Hua Jiunong in a couple of days too, so I’m helpless here. You know we’re all loyal fans of Hua Jiunong.”
...
If they were so unreliable, why did they boldly go to the other channel earlier to shout out agreeing to the PK?
These people were truly betraying her!
But clearly, Fugui Hua had no such worries.
[Personified Fugui Hua sent 5 Rockets (emoji).]
[Personified Fugui Hua sent 2 Sparkling Castles (emoji).]
[Social Lady Bandit sent 2 Cruises (emoji).]
[Social Lady Bandit sent 2 Rockets (emoji).]
[GCY sent 3 Rockets (emoji).]
[GCY sent 2 Sky Castles (emoji).]
[Personified Fugui Hua sent 3 Sky Castles (emoji).]
Lin Beibei’s eyes lit up instantly as she saw the wealthy patrons and influential sisters stepping up.
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“Thank you, Brother Hua, thank you Lady Bandit, thank you Brother Y!”
Could there still be a turnaround?
Three minutes later, Personified Fugui Hua rose to the top of the leaderboard, securing a triumphant victory in the PK!
Zheng Jiayuan was utterly infuriated!
Who on earth was this damn Personified Fugui Hua, and why did they have to protect that impostor, going against her?
Ban their accounts! Ban them all!
She was going to tell her big brother to ban Personified Fugui Hua’s account too!
Lin Beibei looked at Zheng Jiayuan across from her. “Are you quitting now?”
Zheng Jiayuan had a shameless defiance: “If I don’t quit, I just won’t! What can you do to me...”
Before Zheng Jiayuan could finish, Lin Beibei saw the rival’s live room disappear, and upon clicking Zheng Jiayuan’s account, it was gone as well.
Favorite Jiu Jiu: “Whoa! What happened? Was she forcibly kicked off the platform?”
Enjoying a Meek Life: “Looks like it!”
Zheng Jiayuan, unable to log into her account, immediately messaged her brother Zheng Jingchen.
The impostor’s account hadn’t been banned yet, so why was her ‘Sound Wave Princess’ live account the first to get shut down?
It was utterly ridiculous!
Zheng Jiayuan: “Brother, can you get someone to lift the ban on my account? I don’t know why it got mistakenly banned.”
Zheng Jiayuan: “Did your company ban the wrong person?”
Zheng Jiayuan: “Also, help me ban that impostor’s account quickly. I just saw her pretending to be Hua Jiunong again today, it’s infuriating! She even rallied people to bully me, telling me to go home—this is just too much!”
Zheng Jiayuan: “And there’s one called ‘Personified Fugui Hua’—ban that account too. He’s cursing at your sister!”
Just as Zheng Jiayuan was grinding her teeth, thinking those two accounts surely wouldn’t survive the night, a message from Zheng Jingchen arrived.
Zheng Jingchen: “I was the one who told them to ban your account.”
Zheng Jiayuan: “!!!”
Her world collapsed!
Her account was banned by her own brother?!
In disbelief, she furiously typed on the screen: “Brother, I asked you to ban the impostor’s account, not mine!”
Zheng Jingchen: “I know. I didn’t ban the wrong one. Just don’t go causing trouble in her live room anymore.”
Zheng Jiayuan: ?
What was her brother saying?
Zheng Jiayuan: “Brother, have you been seduced by that impostor? She’s not the real Hua Jiunong! She’s just a fake!”
Zheng Jingchen: “No.”
Zheng Jingchen: “Don’t worry about this. I have my own plan.”
Zheng Jiayuan couldn’t quite grasp her brother’s intentions.
...
Lin Beibei had won the PK, achieving today’s goal, yet she didn’t end her stream immediately.
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“To thank all my darlings for their support, before signing off, I’ll perform a little show for you.”
No matter their reasons, she had earned quite a bit today and wanted to give everyone a treat.
Especially the wealthy sisters who sincerely supported her—they were the ones she most wished to thank.
Favorite Jiu Jiu: “Wow, a bonus! So happy!”
Enjoying a Meek Life: “Back when Hua Jiunong was around, she pampered her fans like this too. But now... sigh. Ever since her fan count rose, forget about pampering, it’s become harder than climbing to the sky to get her to perform... The more I look at this substitute, the more she seems better than Hua Jiunong.”
Devouring Pig’s Rear: “This reminds me of a big spender in Jiu Jiu’s room who dropped half a million to see a borderline dance, and Jiu Jiu’s indifferent attitude... That half a million would’ve been better spent on Beibei! As long as Beibei gets a sports car, she can learn and perform anything on the spot—and dance beautifully! Half a million could keep Lin Beibei dancing fresh and new for a year!”
Favorite Jiu Jiu: “Come on, you guys, Jiu Jiu must have been in a bad mood that day. She’s definitely not like what you say!”
Personified Fugui Hua: “Right, Hua Jiunong is definitely not that kind of woman.”
GCY: “She was just in a bad mood that day. Don’t spread rumors.”
Social Lady Bandit: “Enough with the comparisons. I think Beibei is just Beibei! Don’t randomly make her a substitute, okay?”
Lin Beibei played a classical-style tune, singing and dancing.
Viewers in the live room were captivated, reluctant to let her end the stream.
But Lin Beibei disliked working overtime.
With a soft “See you tomorrow,” she signed off.
Afterward, Personified Fugui Hua added her contact.
She had noticed earlier in the live room that Personified Fugui Hua was also Hua Jiunong’s big brother, treating her as a substitute just like the others.
After a moment’s hesitation, she accepted Fugui Hua’s friend request.
On the 13th, Lin Beibei streamed as usual, and so did she on the 14th.
Only on the 14th, the viewers were noticeably less enthusiastic than the previous days.
Yesterday, they eagerly awaited her stream.
Today, they all looked forward to Hua Jiunong’s broadcast instead.
The topics in her live room had all shifted to this:
Favorite Jiu Jiu: “Do you think Jiu Jiu will stream on time tomorrow?”
Enjoying a Meek Life: “Highly unlikely. She’s always at least half an hour late.”
Favorite Jiu Jiu: “Impossible! I remember she used to stream punctually!”
Jia Fugui: “That was Beibei. Only Beibei streams on time. Maybe you’ve been watching Beibei’s streams every day and got confused?”
Favorite Jiu Jiu: “...That might be it...”
Favorite Jiu Jiu: “Where’s Alphabet Brother lately? Where did he go?”
Favorite Jiu Jiu: “Beibei, take a good break tomorrow and have fun. The brothers won’t bother you tomorrow!”
Lin Beibei had long expected this outcome.
She feigned sadness, pursing her lips: “Then the day after tomorrow, will you still come to see me?”
GCY: “No.”