After my family fell on hard times, I became a virtual streamer in a voice chat room.
As a newcomer, I was bullied by veteran streamers, but a mysterious top supporter kept swooping in to help me face-slap them.
Everyone said I had a sugar daddy, but I knew the truth: that top supporter didn’t even dare speak to me.
It wasn’t until an offline team-building event that I realized the aloof club president looked at me strangely.
He shielded me from drinks, got jealous for me, and declared his claim in the public chat: “Don’t touch him.”
But he didn’t know I’d recognized him long ago: the person who had disappeared without a word all those years ago.
If he wanted to put on an act, I’d play along and let him take the bait.
Later, his eyes red, he grabbed my hand. “Give me one more chance.”
I smiled and asked, “President, why did you disappear back then?”
