Baby, Want a Sip of Strawberry Milk? [Livestream]

Baby, want a sip of strawberry milk?

Jian Nuoqing is an Omega, a good kid in every adult’s eyes since childhood. He can sing and dance, talk up a storm, and put on a convincing act.

After graduating from a prestigious university, his family hoped he would get a stable government job. Instead, he plunged headfirst into livestreaming.

When his older brother heard, he tried to talk him out of it: “The livestreaming world is full of bad people. Our little Nuomi shouldn’t go there, okay?”

Jian Nuoqing wouldn’t listen. He signed up as a streamer on Dayu, choosing the name “Little Nuomi.”

The Jian family was terribly worried. Surely their innocent Little Nuomi would get bullied.

But on his very first day streaming, Little Nuomi grabbed a player who had just entered the room and asked, “Big brother, your avatar is so handsome. What kind of Alpha scent do you have?”

Player A: “? That’s sexual harassment! Keep this up and I’m going to send you gifts!”

On the second day, Little Nuomi wore a puff-sleeved dress and gazed at the camera with red-rimmed eyes, looking pitiful. “Doesn’t anyone like an Omega who smells like strawberry milk, baby? I’m super sweet.”

Player B: “I’m a tough guy. How could I like strawberry milk? But he called me baby...”

On the third day, Player C said, “I stopped being a big spender years ago.”

Little Nuomi hugged his arms and puffed up in a huff. “Whoever helps me beat those bad guys on the other team will be my precious darling. When I get mad, I go ‘rawr!’ I’m super fierce!”

Player C: “I’ve done it for this many years. One more day won’t hurt. Orz”

A new streamer called Little Nuomi suddenly rose to fame on the Dayu platform, with a whole army of wealthy big spenders behind him.

The platform’s top spenders were devoted to him, and new players became big spenders for his sake. They fought until they were battered and bruised every day, all to claim the top spot on his leaderboard.

In the end, Little Nuomi cried, “Big brothers, stop fighting. Can’t you listen to Little Nuomi?”

The wealthy big spenders couldn’t bear to see him cry. “Of course, of course. We’ll all listen to our Little Nuomi.”

Little Nuomi: “One of you each day, and weekends off.”

Every day after his stream, Jian Nuoqing went to hang out at his friend’s bar.

There, he had another nickname: Little Spicy O.

His pheromones smelled like small chili peppers: fiery and pungent. Just like his name, his pheromones were spicy, his dancing was wild, and his temper was especially sharp.

The last person who picked a fight with him was still lying in the hospital.

Everyone at the bar wanted a taste of him, but no one dared to mess with him.

A guy at the bar teased him, “Spicy Baby, I heard you’re livestreaming. What platform are you on, and what’s your name? I’ll come support you, so you don’t have to sit home alone, looking all gloomy.”

Jian Nuoqing held a cigarette between his teeth and gave him a playful look. “If I tell you, I’m afraid you’ll be scared to death.”

Scared to death in every sense of the phrase.

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