"I probably won't go."

Amidst the wailing of comments, Panshu adjusted the microphone, her unstructured laughter brushing everyone's ears like feathers. "But maybe I'll change my mind."

"But for now...it seems that this is not in my plan."

Dazzling gift special effects appeared in the barrage again.

【L gave away sports cars as gifts × 10】

【L gave away sports cars as gifts × 20】

Then, L's comments were all glittering and golden, standing out from the ordinary comments around him:

[Well, as long as you're happy. If you don't want to go, then don't go.]

Panshu's eyes paused.

"Thank you...L for the live broadcast gift."

L: You’re welcome.

The next second——

【L gives away sports cars as gifts × 50】

“…”

[The top guy on the list is rich and polite, Qiao Qiao, go! ]

[Who doesn’t love a big spender? ? ? ]

[Big Brother would even tell Qiao Qiao that as long as she's happy, I'm done, so don't worry about my life or death...]

Netizens in the live broadcast room are having a great time.

Someone with the ID "C" sent a comment: […What's wrong with this?]

But because it was too mediocre, it was quickly drowned out by the sea of comments.

C refused to give in.

then--

【C gave away 20 sports cars as a gift. 】

【C gave away a gift yacht × 30. 】

【C gave away a gift of sports car x 50. 】

Then C's comment finally came out slowly under everyone's attention:

[What's there to brag about? Everyone has a few bucks.]

Netizen:

【???】

【Who doesn’t have some dirty money? 】

[Jealousy, twistedness, creeping darkness! What's wrong with me being a rich person in this world?!]

[At this moment, a poor idiot got angry at the screen...]

The netizen with the ID "C" quickly secured the top spot in the live broadcast room. The glittering golden badge indicated his unique, low-key, luxurious and restrained identity and temperament.

Panshu continued with the live broadcast process.

"Today...what do you want to watch? Play games? Or chat?"

After a few seconds, Pan Shu paused, "Live PK?"

"With whom?"

"Random? Okay."

The girl's voice was soft and gentle, like a gentle spring breeze blowing through the window curtains, which made people's hearts soften.

The boy lazily slumped on the sofa and said nonchalantly, "You're so gentle to others."

I can only say "Oh" to him.

Cen Juan lowered his eyes, his slender fingertips nonchalantly tapping the keyboard as he typed, "Pretty double standard."

Because he was so conspicuous, Pan Shu couldn't ignore him even if she wanted to. "Double standard?"

She chuckled softly, "Why did you say that, baby?"

Baby.

……Baby.

The young man paused his fingertips and slowly lowered his slightly trembling eyelashes.

The next second, the boy's low curse echoed in the quiet apartment, "Fuck."

With a hint of annoyance.

Only the tip of the ear was crimson.

So red that it seems to be dripping with blood.

After a few seconds, the boy lay on the soft pillow and rubbed his messy hair anxiously, "Is this how she usually calls her fans..."

"How could she do this...it's too much..."

"Can you yell like that?"

“Ahhhh—”

Panshu did it on purpose.

But she didn't know the boy's reaction would be so big.

At the same time, L in the live broadcast room started to give gifts crazily, forcing C off the top spot.

This was a big fuss, and Panshu was a little confused.

L: [Baby?]

L: [I want one too.]

L: [We cannot favor one over the other.]

Barrage:

[Big brother is jealous.]

Is this the world of the rich? I'm twisted.

[Big Brother doesn't have much else, but he has a lot of money. What a simple and unpretentious big brother!]

When Cen Juan saw what L had said, a nameless anger surged in his heart, and he typed furiously: [Old man, get out of here! How dare you let her call you baby?]

The barrage was silent for two seconds.

[Damn, my brother C is awesome.]

[This mouth is as poisonous as the Weary God.]

[Although the eldest brother is very rich, I stand with Brother C! ]

I'd call it the 'baby incident'...

Seeing the comments galloping in a strange direction, Pan Shu slowly said, "Okay, I'm going to start the live broadcast. Everyone, please stop arguing..."

The girl's gentle voice instantly quieted the barrage.

She seemed to be born with a magical power to cleanse people's hearts.

The young man's unruly silver-white hair slowly appeared on the live broadcast screen, and the barrage of comments began to become restless again.

[Fuck! God D!]

【What kind of luck is Qiao Qiao? 】

【It’s over. Qiao Qiao is going to lose the PK.】

This is not groundless. As an e-sports genius, Wen Que not only has superb e-sports talent, but also has a stunning beauty.

Different from Cen Juan's aggressive appearance that brings disaster to the country and the people, Wen is more like the wind in March in the south of the Yangtze River. After just one meeting, he will be like the bright moon that hangs high in your heart and you will look up to it for the rest of your life.

Who dares to try to break the moon?

The young man stands on the altar, naturally noble and untouchable.

So this means that Wen Que has a lot of female fans and a lot of fanatical fans.

[Qiao Qiao, don't panic. Even though we're all broke, we have Brother C and Brother L! !]

[So you can just take advantage of these two rich guys, right?]

[Hahaha, Brother C, Brother L, it's your turn to compete in this baby battle! ]

Pan Shu was amused by the comments. She leaned closer to the microphone and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if I lose."

The boy leaned back slightly on the gaming chair, his posture casual and lazy.

A strand of silver hair brushed across his cold brows.

The dark pupils stared at the screen quietly, and they inexplicably had the power to see through people's hearts.

He was really too handsome, with a pointed chin and lips that were too red, like a succubus that was full of blood. His facial features were delicate, but not overbearing. Instead, his outline had a strange softness.

Or it would be more appropriate to say that it has a youthful feel.

He curled his lips nonchalantly, and his low, cold voice reached Banshu's ears through the microphone.

"I think I played games with you."

"...Hmm? Qiao Qiao?"

The boy spoke very softly, and each tone seemed to step on the tip of the heart, making people's heart beat faster.

Pan Shu didn't react much, "Yeah. I still think I'm pretty awesome."

Wen Que raised his eyebrows slightly, and a happy laugh came from his throat:

"Do you remember it now?"

"Of course, you are God D after all."

Wen Que’s game ID is Demon, which means Satan or devil.

So fans call him God D.

The young man chuckled softly, "Last time you were the one who got me into trouble."

At this time, a line of words floated over the barrage.

C: [Can you please stop chatting? It's annoying.]