That One Rich Fan of Mine

Two days later, Lin Xizhou excitedly awaited Ji Beiling’s livestream debut—like an elementary school student on the day of a spring outing. 

For these few days, his work schedule was empty, other than a variety show. In the show, when the host asked what he usually did during his free time, he almost blurted out ‘gaming’. Fortunately, Hong-jie advised him not to break his character before they started recording. He stayed conscious enough to swallow his true answer. 

After returning home, Lin Xizhou took a shower and lit some incense—it was Lin Xiting’s favourite one as well. Feeling like he was on cloud nine, he turned on the computer that he spent quite a large fortune to rent. The computer ran like a local tyrant driving a super sports car as it welcomed him to Ji Beiling’s livestream. 

Who knew that countless fans would crash into Ji Beiling’s livestream like a giant wave? In no time at all, the monetary gifts and the fans’ comments overloaded the stream. Even Lin Xizhou’s super-fast computer was lagging from all the full-screen special effects of ‘super torpedoes’.  

Ji Beiling didn’t turn on his camera and was obviously still adjusting his setting. In the end, he couldn’t bear the lag and shut off his stream a moment later. 

Lin Xizhou, who didn’t have the time to send out gifts: !!!

What happened? Wasn’t today supposed to be his stage?! He scrolled through the crazy amount of system notifications on the stream chat history. Did all the local tyrants in China come to Ji Beiling’s livestream just to give gifts?

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Can the rich second generation please be kind to the hard-working-little-actor!

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Lin Xizhou, who wanted to send fifty super torpedoes at once, was saddened by his failed mission. He sent out ten in the last few seconds before the livestream ended, but before the North God could give his thanks, the little actor grimly left the stream.  

Although one of North God’s admins sent Lin Xizhou an invitation to the fan club in a private message, it didn’t make him any happier. 

Originally, he wanted to be North God’s most supportive fan, but he didn’t expect the world to be this cruel. 

He sighed as he went through his nightly routine. Tomorrow he’d continue to work hard and earn gift money, he thought, cheering himself up. 

The melancholy Lin Xizhou washed his face and did all of his care routines. Although he screened his Moments before adding the main BLK WeChat looked after by their manager who, was also the livestream admin, he forgot to change the most important thing— 

He forgot to change his account’s gender to ‘male’. 

In the next few days, Lin Xizhou would be going out of town to record a reality show and it would be difficult to get service in the mountainous country. He doubted he could receive any WeChat messages, let alone get the stream playing. Lin Xizhou was torn with anxiety because Northland’s vacation only lasted five days. He was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to catch even the last livestream after he returned. 

He hurriedly finished the recording. By the time he got off the plane and en route to his home, invisible foam was coming out of his mouth. 

He made it to the livestream before it ended. Ji Beiling was saying goodbye in his last few minutes of the stream.  

Thinking of the gifts he hadn’t given out, Lin Xizhou quickly logged into his account, chose the ‘send gifts’ option, and clicked the super torpedo. Throughout the entire process, his hands wouldn’t stop shaking. 

Before anyone could react, a donation message appeared as Ji Beiling was about to end his stream.

The super torpedo’s super effects exploded on the screen, followed by a system announcement. 

[‘Custard Cream Pineapple Bun’ has donated 500 super torpedoes to ‘BLK-Northland’. Come and dig for treasures~~] 

Lin Xizhou, who finally sent out his gifts, breathed a sigh of relief. 

But then, he was dumbfounded by the numbers on the screen. 

Hold on a minute. How many super torpedoes did you say I sent?! 

Wasn’t it fifty? How did it become five hundred?! 

In a flash, he had spent half a million for Ji Beiling! He was frightened by his own human error. The streaming platform would even confirm with the user on the donation amount before completing the transaction. He rushed through without paying close attention and clicked confirm before catching the extra zero he had entered. Why didn’t the Seafood Platform have a set limit? Why would it allow users to send five hundred gifts at once?!

Ji Beiling, who was about to end his stream, saw the new system message. The profound emotion in his gaze was visible to the naked eye as he moved closer to his mic and said, “This ‘Custard Cream Pineapple Bun’ friend, thank you so much for your gifts, but I can’t accept them. Please check your private message.”

At this moment, the bullet screen was covered from top to bottom by comments such as:

[Come and watch this local tyrant] 

[That guy is fucking awesome.]

[Come join the lovely Xiao Qi’s stream]

No empty space was visible. 

Lin Xizhou’s sister was also watching the livestream. She nonchalantly sent a WeChat message to her brother.  

Ting: [Big bro, you’re really awesome.]

Ting: [Congratulations on completing your dream. You’re now North God’s most supportive fan; a one of a kind.]

Lin Xizhou felt like he needed a timeout and went to the rooftop for some fresh air to calm his raging nerves down.