That One Rich Fan of Mine

After Ji Beiling sent the message to his young, female fan, he got up to make himself a cup of coffee.

It was already ten o’clock in the evening after he’d ended his livestream. Today was the last day of their vacation, so all the BLK members were back at the gaming house. The staff member responsible for communicating with the Seafood Platform team walked over with an apologetic expression, saying that the donation commission split with the platform was automatically taxed and couldn’t be refunded. Only the host’s portion could be refunded back to the viewer.

Ji Beiling already expected that the platform was incapable of refunding the money and told the staff member to get some rest instead of giving him a hard time.

Little Dream, BLK’s support, sat next to Ji Beiling, drinking milk and commenting with a touch of pity in his tone, “North God, that means you’ll be paying two hundred and fifty thousand yuan out of your own pocket.” 

Ji Beiling started the game client for a ranked match. He glanced at WeChat and saw the transaction was completed.

The ADC said, “Won’t you feel ashamed of yourself for accepting a junior high schooler’s money?”

Little Dream was also a little flabbergasted. “Wow! But hey, you never know, that girl might be from some loaded family. I could never understand the thoughts of rich people.”

Bighead, BLK’s jungler, was doubtful. “Was that five hundred thousand yuan really from that young lady? I really thought it was from one of your wealthy wife fans or some domineering president who likes to watch you on the stage…”

Ji Beiling tilted his head and glanced at Bighead’s envious expression. “That person is still doing trigonometric functions.”

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“Hey! North God. Take a look. The Moments were posted in 2014. If she was indeed a junior high school student at that time, she should be in high school or just starting college by now.”

Ji Beiling, who didn’t notice the date: “…”

“Also, they have posted no Moments for three years. It must be an inactive account. Maybe someone deliberately registered with a disposable account. I say, even their gender could be fake!” Bighead’s deduction was clear and logical, thanks to his countless online romance experiences.

“It’s also possible that some successful entrepreneur without a Seafood Platform account borrowed his daughter’s account to send the donation.” 

Ji Beiling, who had already reprimanded the other person for wasting money: “…”

In fact, he was usually not one to talk to strangers, let alone take the initiative to add others on WeChat. The point was, this insane donation made him slightly angry. Thus, he made an irrational decision on a spur of the moment.

Ji Beiling pinched the bridge of his nose and put down his coffee.

“No matter what kind of person they are, I don’t want their five hundred thousand.” 

Little Dream finished his milk and complained, “Give it to me then. Why didn’t this bun person come to my livestream? All my donations in total don’t even reach fifty thousand.”

Ji Beiling flicked Little Dream’s forehead. “Said by someone who just won his second championship. Your popularity will grow.”

Before Gluck returned from the bathroom, Ji Beiling pondered over the new information and clicked on the chat.

Northland: [I’m glad you received the refund.] 

Northland: [My apologies, I should have thanked you for the support instead of telling you how to live your life.]

Lin Xizhou, who had been staring at his phone, saw the new message and fixed his eyes on it. Not only did he receive the five hundred thousand transfer, but he also got an apology from his idol?!

Was he chatting to the same arrogant North God who told him he was ‘one step short of genius’?!

Lin Xizhou picked up his phone in a panic and sent a string of explanations. 

Custard Cream Pineapple Bun: [North God, there is no need to apologize! I actually only wanted to send fifty super torpedoes, but my fingers slipped QAQ. Plus, I’m not a little girl. This is my sister’s WeChat account. I earned that money myself. North God, please stop overthinking this. I don’t want you to have any mental burden. Also, could I still send you more donations in the future? And I’m really a guy!!]

With that said, Lin Xizhou was afraid that Ji Beiling wouldn’t believe him, so he clicked to shoot a short video message. First, he recorded the screen showing his platform account information, then back at himself, showing only his Adam’s apple and his chest. He ended the recording after he patted his flat chest aggressively.

After Ji Beiling sent his message, he went to play a ranked game with his teammates. They happened to match with some retired KW members. Both sides played very seriously, and the game lasted for over fifty minutes.

Lin Xizhou’s excitement, in the beginning, faded to anxiety afterwards. North God’s unresponsiveness shrouded him with fear, causing his heart to jump rapidly. It was too late for him to recall the message too. 

His useless brain! Wasn’t it better to send a voice message? Why did his brain allow his hands to send a video message? He even patted his chest! Won’t North God think he was being sexually harassed by a gay guy?

Lin Xizhou had rushed home from a day’s worth of travelling. He was already exhausted. After today’s insane roller coaster ride, his body failed him during the time he was waiting. He fell asleep, curled up in his chair.

Although Ji Beiling won the ranked match, it wasn’t easy. He shook his hands, then unlocked his phone to write some memos. The first thing he saw was:

[New message from Custard Cream Pineapple Bun.] 

It was obvious that Custard Cream Pineapple Bun was stirred up from the long explanations. He felt awkward as he read through the message—he had educated the other person for no reason because of a misunderstanding, which was really contrary to his usual style.

He clicked on the video. First, it was Custard Cream Pineapple Bun’s platform profile page, and then a figure dressed in a red sweater appeared on his phone.

Although there was only a small portion of the person’s chin and chest visible, judging from the exposed collarbones and chin, the person was very thin. Even his Adam’s apple was very small. The hand holding the phone was very delicate. Judging by the hand, he could tell the person was not a girl from the size and joints, but age-wise, he was still very young. Later, the person on camera actually patted his chest, as if he was trying to prove something.

Smiling, Ji Beiling was amused by this fan’s seriousness. He guessed that this Custard Cream Pineapple Bun was really a guy, but he was young. He was still uncertain if the other earned the money. 

As for whether he would allow more donations from this fan…

The corner of his lip twitched as he tapped away on his phone.

Northland: [Depends on my mood.]

After pondering for a bit, he added one more message. 

Northland: [Don’t worry, I’m also rich.]