After I Started Group Livestreaming, the Top Gifter Became My Sugar Daddy

My next novel will be The Max-Level Expert Is Harassing the Sect Again. If you have a friend who might like it, head to my author page and add it to your favorites. The blurb is at the bottom. [70% of the text is locked for 48 hours] Jiang Zhi went into livestreaming. Not that kind of “going into the sea.” He joined a group livestreaming channel. The good news was that he had a pretty face. The bad news was that a pretty face was all he had. The manager figured he’d make a fine decoration in the group. His looks alone would attract plenty of viewers. So they quickly brought him aboard and tucked him in a corner, where he only had to show his face. But Jiang Zhi was so dazzling that, on his very first day, little gifts began flying across the screen, asking him to come up and dance. Jiang Zhi nervously faced the livestream audience... and wiggled his body a little. Viewer A: ... Viewer B: Oh my god. Viewer C: The key to Nankan. The viewer who sent the gifts: ...Never mind. Sing instead. Jiang Zhi, who couldn’t sing or dance, opened his mouth Viewer A: ... Viewer B: Is that AI? How could a real person sing that badly? Viewer C: The key to Nanting. Deeply wounded, Jiang Zhi furiously practiced singing and dancing, only to admit that some people are simply uncoordinated and tone-deaf. So he gave up and settled into being a pretty decoration in the livestream. Whenever a new viewer sent gifts, he’d get up and wiggle a little. Then one day, some unknown big shot showed up and showered him with gifts. Huge donations filled the screen, and he soared to the top of the leaderboard. * Lu Jinbai first saw the livestream on an employee’s phone. One distant glimpse of the pretty face tucked in the corner, and he fell in love at first sight. He immediately copied the other viewers and started sending gifts, then watched helplessly as the cute guy he’d fallen for came on screen and performed a bunch of incomprehensible moves. President Lu: What’s he wiggling around for? Kinda cute. The more Lu Jinbai watched, the cuter he found Jiang Zhi. He liked him more and more, refused to leave the livestream, and poured out gifts until he was far ahead of everyone else at the top of the leaderboard. Until one day, the cute guy added him and said: “Brother Lu, you’re the only big brother I have.” Lu, who’d never been in a relationship, wondered innocently: What does that mean? Is he confessing to me? The cute guy asked after him every day and even wore pretty clothes especially for him on the livestream. The innocent president fell head over heels at lightning speed and asked to meet him. After they met Lu Jinbai stared at the endless stream of “my only big brother” and “my only big sister” messages on Jiang Zhi’s phone, grinding his teeth. “I thought I was your only big brother?!” Jiang Zhi looked baffled. “That’s what everyone calls you.” Lu Jinbai was furious. “They haven’t sent as many gifts as I have, even combined!” Jiang Zhi answered seriously, “Anyone who sends gifts is a big brother or big sister. That’s just proper group-livestream etiquette!” President Lu: “Then why do you message me every day? Don’t you like me?” Jiang Zhi was surprised. “Checking in with the big brothers and sisters every day is proper group-livestream etiquette!” The pure-hearted president’s heart shattered into a million pieces. Lu Jinbai was devastated and spent a fortune in the livestream, leaving viewers to cry out in despair: “President Lu, please stop sending gifts! Your favorite streamer is really bad at dancing!” Later Lu Jinbai: “Date me.” Jiang Zhi looked as if he were facing a great enemy. “No! If I date the top donor, my career will be over! Company rules!” Lu Jinbai waved a hand grandly. “I’ve bought your lousy company. Now date your boss.” A little bonus scene: Lu Jinbai: (solemn) Assistant: (nervously) “What can I do for you, boss?” Lu Jinbai: “If someone says you’re their one and only, what does that mean?” Assistant: (tentatively) “Are they confessing to you?” Lu Jinbai: (suddenly enlightened) (So I’m in love.) Assistant, after learning the truth: ... He said you were his only big brother! Why’d you leave out the first part, huh? You only hear what you want to hear! Please note before reading: Cold-faced, contrasting top Jiang Zhi * innocent, domineering-president bottom Lu Jinbai He looks aloof and catlike, but he’s actually an adorable puppy. Top. He looks like a rich playboy, but he’s actually a pure-hearted bottom. Two completely serious people who insist they aren’t funny fall into a hilarious romance. Both are virgins; one-on-one pairing. A bowl of sweet, cheerful winter comfort food~ Blurb for the upcoming novel: Also known as Falling for My Senior Brother, Only to Learn He’s My Arch Enemy and Senior Brother, Stop Pretending! Your Secret Identity Has Fallen Off Again! Fu Yan thought he was born emotionally distant, incapable of joy or sorrow. After joining the Qixiu Sect, he met Ning He, the senior brother. His senior brother had a sharp tongue: Dressed in flowing, dazzling robes, he strolled past the trial grounds of the Talisman Cultivators and watched the disciples fail their trials, their hair blown about by explosions. Then he casually remarked, “My fellow senior brothers and sisters, your hairstyles today are truly unique. You look like you were born in the same litter as Tuanyuan.” Tuanyuan was his pet chick. His senior brother was a fussy pain: The Qixiu Sect’s mail slot received eight letters from merchants down the mountain in half a month: Senior Brother Ning’s face cream has arrived. Please come down and collect it. His senior brother was lazy: Go ask him to train, and he’s asleep. Ask him to go down the mountain, and he’s asleep. When the head disciples of the various courtyards meet for their morning briefing, he’s still asleep. That wasn’t all. As the senior first disciple, ask him about swordsmanship and he’d say he couldn’t do it; ask him about talismans and he’d say he didn’t understand them; ask him about formations and he’d say he only knew a little, so he couldn’t possibly teach anyone! He’d skip training and meetings, and when a fight broke out, he’d hide behind his junior brothers! The most infuriating part was that no one could call him out on it, because Ning He was a sickly weakling who couldn’t lift a finger! At the slightest displeasure, he’d clutch his chest and moan! His appalling behavior and sharp tongue made the heavens furious, and the whole sect found him unbearable. Fu Yan, his junior brother, was the first to suffer. He attended Ning He’s morning meetings, bought his face cream, and stood in front of him during fights. Otherwise, Ning He would collapse on the spot and die just to make a point. The stagnant waters of Fu Yan’s heart stirred with anger. He hated Ning He so much his teeth ached, and thought he despised him more than anyone. But then, in his first dream, beneath a red bridal veil, he saw Ning He’s breathtakingly beautiful face. Later, Fu Yan discovered that the culprit who had run him through the heart with a sword a hundred years ago was right in front of him. He had even worked like a horse for him for years! Before he could draw his sword and settle the score, the most devastating war in the history of the cultivation world broke out. His sickly senior brother, who usually skipped training and ran from fights, stepped onto the battlefield, formed hand seals to set up a formation, and raised a hand to summon the long-sealed greatest sword under heaven. At last, blood flew everywhere. Ning He fell into Fu Yan’s arms beneath a sky filled with red clouds and said softly, “Congratulations, junior brother. You’ve avenged yourself.” Fu Yan’s eyes went bloodshot with rage. The emotions he had been missing had found their source. From then on, desire was him, hatred was him, and love was him too. A genuinely frail, beautiful, tragic character * a genuinely gloomy, obsessive one Each of them has eight hundred secret identities. Theme: Work hard, love freely.