Chapter 30 Random Guy 3

An Jin gained over 300 followers during her afternoon live stream.

She got tired of winning, glanced at the time, and made an excuse that she was tired and didn't want to play anymore.

Brother Suibian glanced at the time, grunted, and neither urged An Jin to continue playing nor showed any intention of leaving the game room.

An Jin saw that there was nothing she didn't understand, so she closed the game window, didn't leave the game room, and started talking to the viewers in the live stream chat.

"I'm tired, let's chat for a while, and then Qingqing will cook for me."

When Qingqing was mentioned, the comments section became quite playful.

Qingqing is really virtuous. I suggest the streamer cook and let Qingqing come and do the live stream.

An Jin glanced at him and said, "Dream on."

The comments section was filled with people teasing An Jin for talking back.

I feel that Qingqing is more suitable for live streaming, while Xianhui is my type.

An Jin snorted coldly: "I know you men too well. You think a virtuous younger sister is your type? You're all itching for what you can't have, but you don't cherish what you have."

She puffed out her chest, exposing large swaths of her snow-white skin on the live stream screen, and arrogantly declared, "I'm so beautiful, and you're still thinking about other women? Don't you even respect me?"

The guy who had hung up his microphone glanced at the live stream, and then everything went black again.

He turned on his microphone and said, "What kind of look is that?"

An Jin snorted, her voice filled with dissatisfaction and resentment: "It's good-looking, that's all. Don't you like it?"

Of course, Brother Suibian liked it; he liked it to bits.

But men, after all, have a possessive nature.

Brother Suibian naturally doesn't want to share the things and people he likes with others.

He swallowed hard, his voice hoarse, and said, "You don't look good in this. Go change."

: Whatever, the boss is so stubborn. This doesn't look good at all?

: Boss, you have such high standards. How can you say that such a milky white snow doesn't look good?

Rich guys are used to it; those who know, know.

Looking at the comments, An Jin questioned Casual Bro, "Does this outfit really look bad on me?"

She said in a dangerous tone, "If you dare say it doesn't look good, I'll never dress this pretty again."

Brother Suibian fell silent immediately, not daring to speak, really not daring to speak.

: This is terrible. The two-level reversal has led the streamer to threaten the boss. How can we tolerate this?

We have to endure this.

This really requires patience.

You bunch of brainless bastards who've lost your minds over Naiko!

The mouse was defeated by its second brother, and there was nothing the mouse could do.

Seeing that Casual Bro didn't say anything, An Jin hummed a little tune and asked the chat, "Don't I look good today?"

The comments were mindless, neatly arranged and visually appealing, which played right into An Jin's hands.

"If you like it, send a gift! If you have a gift, send one; if you don't, follow me. The streamer needs money from the gifts to buy pretty clothes for you to see. What are you watching if the streamer doesn't have money?"

An Jin looked at the screen full of beautiful comments, smiled, and showed her white teeth, urging the viewers to send her money in the comments.

The live chat was filled with wails and curses, accusing An Jin of trying to make money again, while her hands were very honest, sending gifts and clicking on followers.

An Jin looked at her rapidly rising data in the background with satisfaction and continued chatting with the live chat.

She was engrossed in chatting when she soon noticed a familiar ID enter the live stream.

An Jin raised her eyebrows, squeezed her chest hard, and spoke in a voice as sweet as honey.

"Brother Wang is here! Did you come to see An'an especially after training?"

Jiang Jinhan, who was called Brother Wang: ...

He had just finished reviewing the game and couldn't let go of An Jin's thoughts. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the live stream, he was met with a face full of An Jin's large breasts.

Jiang Jinhan, the innocent young virgin, tensed up in his lower body and immediately adjusted his sitting posture awkwardly, typing and chatting with An Jin in the live chat.

Jiang Jinhan: You just finished training and haven't eaten yet?

An Jin hummed twice and replied obediently, "I'm waiting for Qingqing to cook."

Jiang Jinhan glanced at the online leaderboard in the live stream. None of the top ten gifters had less than 1,000 points.

He asked An Jin: What time will the broadcast end today?

Jiang Jinhan has finished his training during the day. After playing for two more hours in the evening, he will be able to play by himself.

He used to enjoy playing chess and random battles at this time, but now that he's met An Jin, the boring games have become interesting, and he wants to play games with An Jin.

Whether it's playing flexible ranked matches or solo/duo queue, he can do it all as long as An Jin is there.

Unfortunately, Jiang Jinhan arrived too late, and An Jin said to him with a troubled expression, "Brother Wang, we can't play today."

Jiang Jinhan asked, puzzled, "Are you going to end the broadcast early today?"

At this moment, thanks to Jiang Jinhan's influence, the number of online viewers in An Jin's live stream directly exceeded two thousand.

An Jin looked at the people in the live broadcast room with a conflicted expression, hesitating whether to directly say that her parking space for today had been booked, or to apologize along with Brother Bian for the sake of traffic.

Just as An Jin was hesitating, a deep male voice came from the game microphone that had been on all the time.

"I've booked all the parking spaces for An'an today."

Brother Suibian knows Jiang Jinhan, or rather, anyone who plays League of Legends knows Jiang Jinhan.

But so what if we know each other? Let's go first, then Jiang Jinhan. Not everyone gives face to professional players.

At least Brother Suibian doesn't want to back down.

Jiang Jinhan pursed his lips and observed An Jin's conflicted expression. The turmoil in his heart was still there, but he didn't want to make things difficult for An Jin. After his chest heaved for a while, he left with a single sentence.

"Reserve all the parking spaces for me tomorrow."

Along with this statement came a dazzling carnival that dazzled the entire live stream and An Jin's eyes.

It's worth 66,666 diamonds, which is over 6,000 RMB.

Both men took a step back. An Jin received the gift, and Brother Suibian defended his rights. Only Jiang Jinhan's world was achieved.

The number of people in the live stream room is increasing.

The lavish carnival significantly boosted Anjin's popularity in the live streaming world, and the platform's big data began to push traffic like crazy.

As night fell, after playing games with Brother Bian until 10 p.m., An Jin rubbed her tired neck and waved goodbye to the three thousand viewers in the live stream.

That's all for today's live stream, see you all tomorrow!

After saying that, An Jin quickly shut down the computer and went outside in her slippers.

"Qingqing, I'm done broadcasting."

An Jin ran out of the study, picked up the washed and cut fruit from the coffee table, and lay down on the sofa.

Yan Qing adjusted his blue light blocking glasses: "Yuanyuan asked me for your live stream channel this afternoon, saying she wanted to follow you. Should I give it to her?"

An Jin said nonchalantly, "Just tell her."

Yan Qing hummed in agreement, and seeing that An Jin had finished eating the fruit, she asked her softly, "Does your neck hurt?"

An Jin: "It doesn't hurt, it just feels sore."

Yan Qing slowly rolled up his sleeves, patted his thigh, and gestured for An Jin to lie down: "Let me give you a massage, it will make you feel better."

An Jin put down the fruit, lay on her side on Yan Qing's lap with her face facing outwards, and said while changing TV channels, "Give me a massage on my shoulders and neck too."

Yan Qing's hands were large; he could easily grasp An Jin's entire nape with one hand.

His palms were burning hot, and his movements were incredibly gentle. With the slightest movement, An Jin, who was lying on his lap, burst into laughter.

"Qingqing, use a little more force, don't be so gentle, it's too ticklish."

With her neck hunched and having finally finished laughing, An Jin offered a reminder.

She's not a doll that can be easily broken.

Yan Qing's movements were too gentle; it was more like dancing on An Jin's ticklish spots than a massage.

It was only because Yan Qing reacted quickly and reached out to stop An Jin from rolling around that An Jin was able to stop her from rolling on the ground. Otherwise, An Jin would have already rolled on the ground due to her excessive movements.