Chapter 90 Ayan's View
It was 2:30 a.m.
Ah Yan lay exhausted on the bed.
She was in a bad mood, which made it difficult for her to fall asleep even though she was exhausted.
After opening her eyes, Ayan sighed and thought that if she couldn't fall asleep, she would watch some short videos.
She turned on the bedside lamp, sat in the dim, warm light, and swiped her phone screen repeatedly.
Ayan uses a secondary account to watch videos, which is a basic operation for streamers. Their main account is too important for streamers, and they usually only use it when they are live streaming or dealing with commercial orders.
Ayan's alternate account only follows cats and dogs, as well as some funny video bloggers whose content doesn't conflict with hers.
Animals have an innate ability to heal; sometimes they don't even have to do anything, just sitting there, and they make viewers feel genuinely adorable.
As Ayan scrolled through the videos, a slight smile gradually appeared on her expressionless face.
Another cute pet video's progress bar reached the end. With a smile on her face, Ayan reached out and swiped the screen. The next video that appeared in front of her was neither a cat or a dog nor a funny live streamer.
An Jin's voice came from the screen, and A Yan's smile vanished in an instant.
She stared coldly at her phone screen, her good mood, which she had just maintained through the sight of numerous cats and dogs, instantly turning sour.
But Ayan couldn't help wanting to keep reading. Her mind was filled with comparisons, and all sorts of vicious thoughts rose and fell in her heart.
Ayan knew that the conflict between her and Anjin stemmed from a misunderstanding.
But she couldn't let go of this misunderstanding.
Ayan stared intently at her phone screen, and after hearing a string of profanities come out of An Jin's mouth, she gripped her phone tightly.
Ayan looked at An Jin on the screen with a mixture of disdain and envy.
"You're really lucky."
Suppressing the malicious thoughts in her heart, Ayan sat on the bed with a sour expression and muttered to herself.
"How come you have so many fans and big brothers supporting you? You don't even need to ask for them; large gifts just fly in from all over the place."
"They're so good to you, always considerate of your feelings, why don't I have that kind of luck..."
Ah Yan recalled her fan group and silently wiped away her tears.
Mr. Crab was her supporter and witness as she rose from a second-tier streamer to a top streamer, and they shared many wonderful memories.
Ayan admitted that after becoming a top streamer, she neglected the older generation somewhat.
But she really didn't expect Mr. Krabs to leave so decisively.
It was clearly a very small matter, clearly just a very small misunderstanding.
It's really normal for moderators to accidentally ban people. In the past, in Ayan's live stream, there were even instances where banning someone was mistakenly done by the moderator.
Ah Yan really didn't expect this...
However, if she knew that half of the reason she and Mr. Krabs ended up like this was because of An Jin's meddling, she wouldn't be so angry that she couldn't sleep at night.
She no longer felt envious or jealous when she saw An Jin's slices.
Unfortunately, they couldn't contact Mr. Crab, who had already lost contact, and An Jin, the only one who knew the inside story, wouldn't take the initiative to tell A Yan.
After watching the video, Ayan clicked on the comments section with a mixture of envy and curiosity.
She was a little curious about the reactions in the comments section; after all, she hadn't forgotten the string of curses she'd heard in the video clips.
After all, in the live streaming world, An Jin's actions could be considered a complete collapse for some streamers who have a carefully crafted persona.
The comment section was surprisingly calm.
The first highly-rated comment that caught Ayan's eye was incredibly cute.
[What are you babbling about? Give me a little kiss first, honey.]
Ayan glanced at An Jin's pretty face, and because of those words, the coldness on her face slowly faded.
She continued reading the comments.
An'an is a good person in every way, it's just a pity she has a mouth.
[This feels so good, honey, scold me a few more times.]
[I haven't watched live streams in a long time. Have today's streamers really become like this? They just keep hurling insults, and before I could even react, my virtual parents were gone. Is this right?]
【Then let me ask you, even if we take a step back and say you clicked on the video, are you completely without fault?】
[I can't stand it anymore! Every time I open Tadpole, I see An'an trying to seduce me.]
[I feel like the people watching An An's live stream are all very nice people. Everyone is rich and has no ulterior motives (smile). No big spenders added me in ten minutes, so I deleted my stream.]
[I have never seen a woman as special as An'an before. She is so beautiful that even if she has a little temper, it doesn't matter.]
The front row of comments was mostly filled with praise for An Jin. Ayan scrolled down for a long time before she finally saw the comments hidden deep inside.
[Slutty woman.]
With such a big butt, she looks like she'd be good at giving birth.
How can so many idiots like this money-grubbing bitch?
[With so much activity, he's probably been thoroughly ruined behind the scenes.]
Ayan stopped scrolling through the comments section. She looked at the vulgar language in front of her and swallowed hard.
Ayan, who is also a female anchor, also receives many similar messages in her private messages, but her reputation is much better than Anjin's, and she rarely posts such blatant messages in the comments section.
When Ayan clicked into these people's profiles, without exception, they were all men.
What Ayan found strange was that among these men who were criticizing An Jin, several of them were actually fans of An Jin, just not at a high level.
"...If all my fans are like this, I'd rather not have them."
Ayan scrolled down a few more pages of messages, frowned, and closed her phone.
On the other side, An Jin, who was sleeping soundly, sneezed because of A Yan's nagging.
It's just that An Jin doesn't know what A Yan is thinking. If she did, she'd laugh her head off.
An Jin doesn't care about the background of her fans. As long as it helps her make money, she doesn't care if her fans scold her a few times.
How can one's pride be more important than money?
Eight out of ten of these livestreamers rely on selling their face and dignity to earn tips.
An Jin didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all; to her, it was simply a matter of getting paid to do a job.
Some bosses like to spend money on her to see her smile, while others like to spend money to scold her. Both are bosses, and An Jin can accept either.
Perhaps she will only change her mind once she truly achieves financial freedom.
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