Wind Without Trace: "Blink Strike, then a follow-up attack, blowing away three heads in a row. That move was way too insane. If I didn't see wrong, the streamer was already at critical health then, right?"
Light Dance of Youth: "Is that it?"
Fatal Strike: "I haven't had my fill yet. Streamer, play another round? I'll send you a Super Rocket."
After finishing a round, Su Qiao glanced at the time in the lower corner of her computer desktop. It was 8:30 p.m.
Time was up.
"Exactly four hours. Not a minute more or less."
"Work's over. No overtime. Sending Super Rockets won't get me to stay, either."
Su Qiao casually swept her eyes over the comments and said blandly before removing her headset.
Wind Without Trace: "So cocky, but I love it. Even the way she insults people is so distinctive."
Light Dance of Youth: "The streamer has a pretty nice voice, but she seems awfully aloof."
Su Qiao did not end the stream right away. Instead, after a few clicks, she changed the game name "An Inch of Light" to "Cult Master."
What "An Inch of Light"? At first glance, she had thought it was "A Mouse's Short Sight." It really wasn't her style.
Host, you can't change your name just like that. You signed a contract with the platform, 444 reminded her.
"I'll change it if I want to." Other people might not be able to, but she could.
Su Qiao ignored the viewers clamoring for another round and decisively ended the stream.
After confirming that the camera and everything else had been turned off, Su Qiao removed the black feather mask from her face, stood up, and stretched.
She tugged at the oversized black long-sleeved T-shirt she was wearing, then looked down at her floral pajama