Running Into

Si You had been trending on Weibo for half an hour. There were screen recordings of the entire incident, plus enthusiastic accounts from onlookers. All told, Jiang11, F00, and the second-place big spender had contributed nearly a million to Si You!

What did that mean? He had surpassed ninety-nine percent of streamers.

[Can't help remembering when someone said Si You's streams were doomed to flop. Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west—don't underestimate the young!]

Some antis took advantage of the situation to accuse Si You of marketing himself. Si You scrolled through his phone, wondering who he was supposed to reason with.

He still owed his viewers a substantial portion of the horror game stream, and Si You was conflicted.

Soon, Jiang11 left a cool comment: [I won't throw money around anymore. Start streaming.]

F00 did not say anything, but Si You finally felt relieved.

When he started streaming again, the viewer count skyrocketed. Yuan Fei sent him a message saying the platform had directed traffic his way and asked him to stream for another hour.

Si You: "..."

Jiang11 kept his word and truly stopped spending, while F00 vanished without a trace.

Fang Jin looked into the company behind the streaming platform and immediately drew in a sharp breath. He was a businessman, decisive and ruthless in his dealings over the years, and he never took on a losing venture. But what was he doing now? Giving money to Jiang Tingxu and Si You?! He had lost his head. Ask him about it, and all he felt was regret!

Though the huge gifts had stopped, smaller gifts kept coming without pause. Whenever Si You had a moment, he would read out a string of names, almost like a raffle because there were simply too many people.