After dinner, Xia Chi started his first livestream since winning the Shanghai Pokémon Cup.
"Hello, hello? Moshi moshi? Aloha? Can you hear me?"
After that classic, bizarre opening, the livestream screen lit up.
Although Xia Chi hadn't streamed in almost a week, there were still plenty of people in his room at seven every evening-
When Xia Chi wasn't streaming, they practically used it as a group chat.
Naturally, seeing him appear felt like winning the lottery, and they immediately bombarded him with comments.
"Wait, who are you? Who invited you to our group chat?"
"Lao Shui's a big streamer now. Won the Little Cup and decided to ditch us longtime viewers who stuck with him through thick and thin."
"Stop calling yourself Shuiye. Change your name to Tranquill!"
"You had a great time running off to compete in real-life Pokémon tournaments, but do you know what we've been suffering through in-game?! It's nothing but the cursed teams you spread!"
"I just got wrecked by a Trick Room Team. Lao Shui, I bought you a traffic light VIP membership, so now you can cross the street without waiting for the red light!"
"Streamer, streamer, there are too many malicious comments in your room for me to report them all, so I reported the whole room instead. Did I do the right thing?"
"..."
The livestream still had that heartwarming, absurd atmosphere. Now that felt good.
Xia Chi chuckled at the barrage of hostile comments, then suddenly realized something was wrong.
Huh? Did those two masochists rub off on me?
Why did getting insulted start feeling good...?
As he clicked the Pokémon: Champion's Path game icon, Xia Chi explained why he hadn't streamed lately.
"I've genuinely been a little busy these past few days, guys. Moving, catching a new Pokémon-all that.