Wang Haoran quickly downloaded the ga and registered a new account, sticking with the sa familiar ID: Number One Boss.
But rather than jumping straight into a match with Qin Yunhan, he took a mont to think.
After all, he didn’t know how to play. It’d be embarrassing to hop into her stream and get flad by viewers for being dead weight. So instead, he took a detour to the streaming platform, topped up his balance, and dumped ten million worth of gifts into her room.
With such a grand entrance, everyone watching would naturally assu Qin Yunhan was gaming with her “boss.” And when a boss shows up, no one cares if he can actually play or not.
As the barrage of Gifts rolled across the screen, the entire platform lit up with notifications:
“Number One Boss has gifted 100 Supre Salutes to The Eldest Miss Has Arrived! Co witness the spectacle!”
“Number One Boss has gifted 100 Supre Salutes to The Eldest Miss Has Arrived! Co witness the spectacle!”
With the announcent plastered across the site, viewership in Qin Yunhan’s stream skyrocketed.
anwhile, in a girls’ dormitory at Qingling University, Xu Muyan was also mid-stream. Her phone was positioned in front of her, while another device sat off to the side, displaying her own stream interface—allowing her to instantly catch any lag or errors, as well as read the scrolling bullet comnts and interact with fans from ti to ti.
She happened to glance at the screen right as the full-platform announcent rolled across it.
The na Number One Boss was etched deeply in her mory—wasn’t that her boyfriend’s ID?
Just a few days ago, he used that very account to dump eleven million in gifts into her stream.
Could it be a coincidence? No chance.
That kind of extravagant gift—100 full Supre Salutes—there couldn’t possibly be a second person throwing money around like that under the sa ID.
As she connected the dots, a sour feeling bubbled up in her chest.
Who the hell is this? The Eldest Miss Has Arrived? Why is my boyfriend showering her with gifts? Hmph.
Irritated, she tapped the banner and was instantly redirected to the stream. Qin Yunhan’s voice rang in her ears the mont it loaded.
In an instant, it all made sense.
Her lips curled into a pout, eyes narrowing as the jealousy in her chest rose higher and higher.
【Ding! Host made the Female Lead Xu Muyan jealous. Gained 200 Villain Points!】
【Ding! Host made the Female Lead Xu Muyan jealous. Gained 300 Villain Points!】
【Ding! Host made the Female Lead Xu Muyan jealous. Gained 400 Villain Points!】
Wang Haoran wasn’t surprised in the slightest by the system notifications. He had already seen that Xu Muyan was live when he started tossing gifts in Qin Yunhan’s stream. There was no way she wouldn’t notice.
Truth be told, he’d done it on purpose.
He knew Xu Muyan was the queen of jealousy, and this move was guaranteed to farm a truckload of villain points.
As for her getting upset? That wasn’t a big deal. A quick phone call and a few sweet words would calm her down in no ti.
Just then, a ssage popped up from Qin Yunhan: “Let’s hop on voice chat, it’ll be easier. Here’s the ID.”
She wanted to stream and chat with Wang Haoran at the sa ti, so he logged into the voice app and entered the room she sent.
Qin Yunhan was using two phones for her stream—one to broadcast, one for the voice chat. Technically, it could’ve all been done on one device, but…
Because she was constantly trying to outshine Xu Muyan, Qin Yunhan often played the role of a single, flirty strear in her everyday persona. If her audience overheard her whispering sweet nothings to Wang Haoran on stream, that image would shatter.
So, she kept the devices separate—one for business, one for private.
“Darling? Can you hear ?” Her voice ca through the headset, cheerful but cautious. “Testing, testing.”
“Loud and clear,” Wang Haoran replied.
“Alright, I’ve added you in-ga. Accept it and I’ll pull you into the squad.”
“Got it.”
A few taps later, he joined a four-person squad. The roster now included Wang Haoran, Qin Yunhan, and two veteran technical strears.
“Hello, Boss!” one of them greeted.
“Welco, Boss!” the other chid in enthusiastically.
Both of them were prominent figures on the Douyin streaming platform. One was called First Shot in the Field, around twenty-five years old. The other was Yuan Yuan, a younger female strear known for her skill-based content.
Naturally, they’d seen the full-platform broadcast that showed Number One Boss dropping heavy gifts on The Eldest Miss Has Arrived.
This was a real big spender—soone worth kissing up to. Who knew, maybe he’d toss a few their way too if they impressed him.
“Hey there,” Wang Haoran typed back casually.
With all four players assembled, the self-appointed squad captain—Qin Yunhan, the newbie—hit the match button.
Soon, they were loaded into a ga lobby, waiting to parachute.
Qin Yunhan began explaining the basics of PUBG Mobile to Wang Haoran, doing her best to walk him through the controls. But her explanations were clumsy and often incorrect, forcing First Shot and Yuan Yuan to chi in repeatedly to correct her.
Wang Haoran finally sighed and told her to stop talking altogether, letting the two pros teach him properly.
After a few minutes of instruction, he had a decent grasp of the basics.
Then it was ti to jump.
The match began—and ended—just as fast.
Because First Shot and Yuan Yuan had high-ranked accounts, the system matched them with experienced players. Despite their own skill, dragging along a complete newbie and a clueless “eldest miss” was a recipe for disaster.
They couldn’t carry hard enough.
“I think I’ll call it quits,” Wang Haoran said into the squad chat, frustrated.
“Nooo, big bro, don’t go! I said I’d carry you to a win!” Qin Yunhan’s voice ca through instantly, soft and anxious. She didn’t dare call him “darling” in front of the others, so her tone was pleading instead.
“With that gaplay, you’re sure you can carry anyone?” he teased.
“I’m trying my best, okay? Just one more ga. I promise I’m getting better!” she insisted. Despite being bad at it, she genuinely enjoyed the ga—and even more than that, she loved playing it with him.
Seeing her determination, Wang Haoran reconsidered. “Alright. But the two of us together are dead weight. Have so of your friends fill the squad, and let’s match separately. It’ll go smoother.”
“…Fine,” she agreed reluctantly.
Even if they ended up in different matches, she could still chat with him, and that was enough to make her happy.
Qin Yunhan’s contact list was packed with top-tier strears. Following his suggestion, she quickly invited three more technical powerhouses into the group.
Now they had seven.
Just one short—but many of her strear friends were already in matches, making it hard to grab one more on short notice.
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