That One Rich Fan of Mine

Ji Beiling’s days passed very quickly after returning home. In the blink of an eye, December was almost over. 

During this time, he listened to the doctor’s advice to reduce the amount of training he had and only livestreamed occasionally during breaks. Although he didn’t turn on his camera often, it was a different kind of comfort for the fans. 

Life was dull and boring when there was no competition. Because it was off-season, there was less training, which Ji Beiling was unaccustomed to. 

Fortunately, there were some delights during this time. All were related to watching his little fan, Congee, who stream-sniped him during livestreams, and the disobedient fan, Custard Cream Pineapple Bun, who regularly threw money at him.  

After a month, almost all the regulars in Northland’s livestream knew that there was someone, potentially a Little Dream alt account, who often played ranked games with Ji Beiling and a local tyrant bun who was rumoured to be laundering money using Ji Beiling’s livestream. 

Of course, this ‘Underworld Boss Pineapple Bun’ was very kind and would greet everyone using the ultra-shiny emperor special effects every time. When North God was being trolled, he would also scold the troll’s whole family with everyone. Before he left the stream, he would behave adorably by saying [Goodnight~] to everyone and tossing a few super torpedoes. 

At first, Ji Beiling wasn’t accustomed to this, but now he was completely numb—this Pineapple Bun seemed to have completely made himself at home in Northland’s livestream. Too bad there couldn’t be a Pineapple Bun support group created here. 

The young lady in the team who was in charge of his livestream was completely vibed with Pineapple Bun as they chatted in the admin group happily and often—indeed, after the appearance of this rich fan, his team’s salary might be increased. 

There was nothing he could do. He wasn’t sure if the younger man’s age or whether Pineapple Bun had earned all this money himself. But, according to Bighead, “as long as he donates, who cares if the money was stolen from a bank or not!” In short, under Ji Beiling’s teammates’ constant envy, Pineapple Bun steadily sat atop the fan contribution list in North God’s livestream. 

As New Year’s Eve was approaching, the holiday atmosphere in the team gradually intensified. Although they would only get a ten-day break during Chinese New Year, it was probably the longest break they had during the whole year. 

Before New Year, BLK would usually organize a fan meet up at their gaming house. This was an appreciation gift to their die-hard fans who have always supported the team. There are two ways to be selected: one was completing the registration form on Weibo to enter for a raffle, and the second was being hand selected from within the fan club or stream admin groups. 

The young lady in the team who was in charge of Ji Beiling’s livestream naturally contacted Pineapple Bun, who was on the top of the contribution list— 

—who was busy filming. 

This drama was about drug enforcement. He played the male protagonist during his early years when he followed his parents to the southeast border to do business. His father was involved in the drug trade and ended up bankrupt and destroyed his family. After he returned home with hatred in his heart, he encountered a senior drug enforcement officer by chance and underwent secret training to become an undercover agent. 

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Luckily, the director quickly gave this scene a pass. 

Qi Qi, distressed, took a large towel and wiped Lin Xizhou’s hair. This time, his assistants also came to Yunnan for the shooting. It was very humid here, making Lin Xizhou’s experience unbearable. He soon developed eczema on his back. 

He could finally have a breather because he was not needed in the next scene. It was the recently popular actor, Wu Nan’s scene. This actor suddenly became popular because he acted in a campus drama. No one knew what kind of support he had behind him, but he received the role of the fourth male lead. 

He played one of the drug lord’s underlings. It was a character with a decent amount of screen time in the early stage and an alright character development. In the end, he chose to commit suicide before the police could arrest him. 

Lin Xizhou didn’t bother watching Wu Nan’s acting—he didn’t know what was up with his co-star’s face. Maybe that younger man had just got a hyaluronic acid Injection and couldn’t move his lips too much. The other actor had terrible acting skills as well. If it wasn’t for the character having a serious and indifferent persona, he suspected that the director would have changed actors even under the investors’ threat to withdraw their capital. 

He first browsed his WeChat account and everything appeared normal. Then he logged into his other WeChat account and saw a message that widened his eyes. 

—[Are you free to visit the BLK gaming house this Sunday?! You’d get a chance to see the team members, get group photos and autographs!]

Lin Xizhou jumped out of his chair—the ground under his feet was wet, soft, and very muddy.  

—What the fuck? Although he was not dreaming, he was currently filming in Yunnan. There really was no way for him to return unless he had Doraemon’s anywhere door. Hong-jie would really go all out at him if she learned he was holding up his work to meet his idol. 

Lin Xizhou was so angry that his entire face was puffed up and the intensity he used to tap on his phone became stronger as if he had seen some unjustifiable news. 

Wu Nan NG’ed again. The director was irritated and asked him to reflect on his feelings. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Lin Xizhou, who always had a friendly smile on his face since he joined the crew, with a ‘stay far away from me’ aura on every hair on his body as he glared at his phone with a frustrated expression. 

Wu Nan’s finger twitched nervously.  

Could it be the other man found out about their CP, which his manager had planned to secretly create?

That couldn’t be. His manager told him they didn’t have any material to start the CP and there weren’t enough cute photos. 

Standing two meters away, he began wondering about how to get close to Lin Xizhou and act intimately so that it might be captured by visiting reporters. 

Qi Qi, standing beside Lin Xizhou, vigilantly stared at Wu Nan, who was scouting around.  

Qi Qi was instructed by Hong-jie before the trip that Wu Nan’s team had some dirty tricks up their sleeves and wanted to create a CP, so he needed to keep his eyes open. Sure enough, in just a few days, Wu Nan exposed his schemes.

No one could take advantage of their precious Porridge! Like a parent guarding their cubs, Qi Qi covered Lin Xizhou’s figure, blocking Wu Nan’s wandering gaze. 

The protagonist of their actions, Lin Xizhou, was completely oblivious. He was immersed in his anger and frustration about missing a BLK fan meetup. And was therefore calculating the time it would take for him to fly to the gaming house and back to set, wondering if he could do it within the time of a leave of absence. 

No matter how he calculated, he didn’t have enough time! 

Lin Xizhou nibbled his fingers anxiously. In any case, he must get North God’s autographed team uniform and photos!

Even if he could go, Hong-jie wouldn’t let him show his face at the gaming house—not to mention the fact that Lin Xizhou was Custard Cream Pineapple Bun, the fan who threw money like crazy! He would definitely ruin his well-behaved youngster and CCTV’s darling persona. 

In a hurry, Lin Xizhou’s only option was to click on his sister’s WeChat. 

Zhou Not Porridge: [Lin Xiting, come out quickly! Are you free this Sunday?] 

Ting: [Yup, what do you want? I’ll do it as long as there are hot guys.]

Zhou Not Porridge: [I got an opportunity to visit the BLK team house. I’ll allow you to sell all the members’ autographs except for North God’s. There are five uniforms in the closet of my apartment.]

Ting: [? Really]

Zhou Not Porridge: [Get on the WeChat account you gave me and you’ll see! You can contact the staff using that account!] 

Zhou Not Porridge: [Just tell them you’ll be going in your brother’s place and then tell North God that the person who donated to him is really a man. I don’t want him to feel embarrassed!]

Ting: [That’s too many things! Just send me a message of what you want me to do.]

Ting: [Where did you buy the BLK uniforms?]

Ting: [I plan to buy them in bulk!] 

Zhou Not Porridge: [You can just buy them at the meetup…Aren’t you excited? Don’t you have any love for esports?]

Ting: [None, cya~]

Lin Xizhou had a disdainful expression toward his sister, who only cared about money and handsome men. He then opened a memo app and typed up what she needed to bring: North God’s signature uniform, his computer’s keyboard, mouse pads, the poster hung up on the wall…

There was a rare appearance of sunlight that Sunday at noon. 

The BLK staff waited at the gaming house door to welcome the visiting fans. 

The young lady who was to escort Custard Cream Pineapple Bun learned from North God that the fan was probably a young boy, so she searched frantically for any figure matching the description. 

Then, out of nowhere, a girl carrying a huge backpack—like she was going to an outlet mall to buy clothes—stood in front of her. 

The girl was wearing a black satin A-line dress that didn’t look cheap, with white straps wrapped around her neck and tied in a bow at the back. Long, black, curly hair fell to her shoulders and a pair of Cucci’s white shoes peeked out from under the dress.  

The girl’s facial features were extremely bright and beautiful, and when she approached, her domineering aura overwhelmed the staff. 

“Are you the manager of North God’s livestream?”

The staff nodded and smiled. 

“Hello, which North God fan are you? Please show me your platform account or the WeChat account you used to contact me.” 

The girl took out her phone and handed it to the staff with a slightly impatient pout. “I’m Custard Cream Pineapple Bun’s sister. I’m here in his place.”

Uh…

After confirming the chat history, the staff thought in her heart:

Why did this ‘Custard Cream Pineapple Bun’ send a beautiful little sister here? Was he really an underworld boss or a young master here to launder money? 

Woah! This was getting more and more exciting!