Si You Has No Fans

Si You slept like the dead. After sitting up, he instinctively said, "Tang, are you there? Please pour me a glass of water."

The room was silent.

Si You blinked softly. Oh, right—he had been reborn in another world. There was no assistant Tang, no glamorous movie star career. There was only a washed-up nobody who had just been kicked out by his company and had less than ten thousand yuan in savings.

Not a big problem...

Si You swallowed a mouthful of old blood, got out of bed with his head spinning, and washed up. The first thing he did afterward was turn on his computer and log into his streaming account. After finishing Infant Road, it was as if all his energy had drained away. He had gone straight to sleep without checking his balance.

"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten-thousands..." Si You was good at math, but he needed to double-check at a time like this. After counting twice more, he finally let out a heavy sigh of relief. There was more than eighty-three thousand yuan in total. Split fifty-fifty with the platform, he would still get around forty thousand. Enough to live on for a while.

It was already the end of the month, and the platform paid out on the fifth of every month. That meant he only had to wait another week.

Thinking that, Si You decisively opened a food delivery app and ruthlessly spent five hundred yuan! He wanted meat!

After tidying up the room a little, Si You looked into several new horror games. He had been the first person to clear Infant Road, and he had not enabled recording, so he could still reheat that content a few more times. But once Infant Road lost its popularity, he would need to find a successor.

When it came to horror games, Si You truly had a sharp eye.

He had just picked out two when the doorbell rang.

Si You immediately put on a cap and mask. It did not matter if people found him strange; he just could not be recognized.

With the delivery in hand, Si You sat without any concern for his image at the small table and ate like he was starving to death.

Si You polished off every last drop of soup and broth, cleaned up the trash, then sat before his computer and started streaming again.

Si You had slept for two nights and a day. It was only eleven in the morning now. Although there had been no Weibo notification, the power of netizens was enormous and swift, just as expected. Si You sipped tea and watched the viewer count in the upper-right corner rapidly break into five digits. Any rookie streamer would drool at that sight.

As usual, the haters fired the first shot.

[Awake? Finally daring to face reality? Trash like you only knows how to hype yourself up.]

Si You had not checked Weibo, but he snapped back based on the literal meaning alone. "What, jealous of your daddy? Even hyping yourself up takes skill. Were you there when I played Infant Road? Do you remember your promise that whoever ran away would be a grandson?"

Some haters immediately found themselves at a loss for words. Did they want to run? But that was Infant Road!

[Seriously, get out of the entertainment industry. Stop being an eyesore.]

"I was about to say you're an eyesore too. Can you get off this planet?" Si You was a level-ten trash talker. Back when he was a Best Actor, it was not as if he had never made alts to trade insults with trolls all night long. This drizzle did not scare him in the slightest.

[Weren't you supposed to be a delicate innocent flower before? Not pretending anymore?]

"Yep. I got packaged up and sold to Xinsheng. New starting point, new beginning, so there's no need for the old persona. Viewers, don't just watch—send some free gifts."

There were also viewers who had come specifically to watch the puzzle-solving. They typed: [When are you starting...]

"Wait another ten minutes. I just ate, so I need to digest a little. I'll stream all afternoon."

Honestly, Si You was probably the first person in history to get dragged by the entire internet and still use clearing a horror game to build hype.

Jiang Tingxu was not particularly interested in games, but he had seen Infant Road on Zhao Linxiu's phone that day and, unusually, wanted to give it a try. Yet after downloading it at home, he died more than twenty times in the old residence, making Jiang Tingxu briefly doubt himself. He searched online for guides, but there were only a handful of useful answers. In the Infant Road forum, however, the most frequently mentioned term now was "Si You." Everyone knew he had cleared it, but no one had recorded it at the time. All that remained were wildly exaggerated rumors from the live audience.

There was no need to search for Si You's stream. It was displayed prominently on Weibo.

Jiang Tingxu knew very well that, given Si You's current circumstances, his popularity had already risen. The best thing to do was ride the momentum. Any smart person would start streaming again.

Sure enough, his phone notification went off.

In the European-style living room, Jiang Tingxu sat casually on the sofa in black pants and a white T-shirt, one leg bent with a tablet resting on his knee. The young man's features were exceptionally handsome. His gaze was lowered as he stared at the screen.

Si You had been asleep and did not know that he had been trending noisily on Weibo for an entire day, drawing people from every side into a frenzy of arguments. The biggest point of conflict was someone saying: [If you even watch Si You's stream, there's probably something wrong with your values.]

The gaming veterans were stunned. We really do not understand the matters of your circle; we just want to see how he cleared the game. Besides, are there not already plenty of messy entertainment industry scandals that keep reversing between truth and lies? We cannot just accept whatever you people say, can we? Since you insist on declaring our values flawed just because we watch a stream, then let's fight.

These gaming veterans might not excel at anything else, but their combat power could take on ten enemies at once. In any war of words, they would rather lose a thousand and take eight hundred from the other side! The insults escalated without end. Si You had done nothing, yet fate had accidentally built momentum for him. His popularity was even more terrifying than during his first stream. There were gamers, gossip seekers, curious passersby, haters, and fans of rival celebrities. As for Si You's fans... Si You had no fans.

The viewer count quickly broke three hundred thousand.

Si You said flatly, "Ready? Don't jump out of the car later."

The chat said: [Hurry hurry hurry, our seatbelts are already fastened.]

[I put on a diaper. Start already.]

A wave of haters cursed as they exited the stream.

The chat was a dazzling spectacle, with every kind of comment imaginable. It was incredibly lively.

For Si You, a game he had already cleared could be summed up in two words: easy.

He had even memorized every detail. While clearing it, he deliberately slowed down. If too many viewers did not understand, he would die once and do it again. Though his tone was arrogant, he was remarkably patient.

"Got it, brothers?" Si You asked.

Jiang Tingxu typed: [I didn't quite understand that number puzzle just now.]

However, the gaming veterans and some haters started fighting again in the chat, and Jiang Tingxu's question was instantly drowned out.

Jiang Tingxu frowned. Jiang Tingxu topped up his account.

"Next, let's..." Before Si You could finish speaking, Starlit Spaceships exploded across the center of the screen. Two of them—ten thousand yuan!

Si You drew in a quiet breath. The gift sender's ID remained in the upper-right corner for five minutes, so he saw it especially clearly. "Thank you, Boss Jiang111, for the two Starlit Spaceships. So generous, Boss. Hope you have a wonderful life!"

Jiang111: [Can I get moderator?]

Si You said, "Of course."

Even if the other party was a hater, it was fine. With this round of gifts in his account, Si You could not lose no matter what. If every hater followed suit, the world would become a beautiful place.

Forget moderator—Si You would put them on an altar and worship them.

Jiang Tingxu successfully became a moderator. According to the contribution rankings, he was the top supporter in Si You's VIP seats.

Jiang111: [I didn't quite understand that number puzzle just now.]

Seeing that, Si You briskly died and went back. "No problem, Boss. I'll explain it again until you understand!"

The chat said: [Mercenary! I look down on you!]

Si You caught sight of it and gave a light snort. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm just a common man. Thanks again, Boss!"

His expression was calm, but he was still proud. Jiang Tingxu curled his lips into a faint smile.