While tipping on a male idol group's livestream, I accidentally tapped the wrong button and sent a virtual Yacht to my favorite guy's teammate. The guy I usually tipped played it cool on stream. But as soon as the camera was off, he—who had been leaving me on read for a month—sent me a DM for the first time. [I'm going to send you 52 Carnivals right now to make up for it, otherwise I might just have to punish you, babe.] I froze. A minute later, I received a DM from the teammate I accidentally tipped. [Thank you so much! That was my first time ever receiving a Yacht. I'll remember this forever. /Heart] Oh. So this is the kind of emotional return you're supposed to get when you tip. Guess I'll just switch to supporting the one who actually appreciates it. Later, when the original guy saw me casually drop 520 Carnivals on his teammate, he had a complete meltdown. He started screaming on stream, demanding I get a refund, insisting I must have clicked the wrong person. 01 When I received the DM from Tyler, I felt a bit uncomfortable. But then I thought about it. It was my fault for sending the gift to the wrong person, which messed up his chance to shine. Plus, I had exclusively tipped Tyler in this stream room. Suddenly sending a top-tier gift like a Sports Car to his rival—it was understandable he'd feel a way about it. After all, even heartthrobs are allowed to have a little temper. Just as I was about to send him ten Yachts to make up for it, another notification popped up. [System Notification: KU-Liam has followed you.] Immediately after, a DM popped up from that account. KU-Liam: [Thank you so much! That was my first time ever receiving a Yacht. I'll remember this forever. /Heart] I paused for a few seconds, clicking into his profile to enlarge his avatar, barely managing to connect it to the face under the heavy filters on the livestream. Liam. I think he's the guy I just accidentally sent the gift to. Looking closer, his face actually wasn't any less handsome than Tyler's. The styling on the stream clearly wasn't doing him any favors; he looked much more refined and handsome in his natural state. But it couldn't be helped. He had only joined a few days ago and was always relegated to the back row. In a ten-person group stream, if you could see two-thirds of his face on screen, it was considered a good day. He clearly didn't know that the tip earlier was just a blunder. His words were actually quite... sincere. It was just one Yacht. There was no need to explain it so clearly and ruin his happiness. I didn't plan to reply. Just as I was about to exit, he sent another message. KU-Liam: [I promise I'll work even harder on my dancing! I won't let your encouragement go to waste!] Wow, he really was a pitiful little underdog that made you want to root for him. He thanked me multiple times for just one Yacht. I politely replied with a [Keep it up], then prepared to head back to the stream to make it up to Tyler. But right at that moment, my phone started blowing up with notifications. They were all from Tyler. KU-Tyler: [?] [Did you not see my message?] [Why aren't you tipping me yet?] [What's the meaning of this?] [So, you're purposely tipping someone else to make me mad?] [Fine.] [I get it.] I was completely confused and replied with a [?] Only to receive a red exclamation mark indicating the message couldn't be sent. ? Wait, he actually blocked me?! A surge of anger flared up in my chest. I've been supporting him for two months, dropping at least a hundred grand on his streams. Just because I accidentally sent one gift to the wrong person, he's throwing a tantrum at me? Fine. If he thinks he's too good for my money, there are plenty of others who will gladly take it. I'm done playing his game. Just as I was angrily about to delete the app, my eyes inadvertently caught the message from that pitiful little underdog again. My thumb stopped hovering over the delete button. I can be ruthless when I want to be. But the one thing I can't resist is a handsome, struggling underdog who's trying his best. Even if it was an act, at least he was willing to put in the effort to put on a show for me. So, I marched right back into the livestream. 02 As soon as I re-entered the stream, the host specifically called me out. "Our boy Tyler's top supporter, Yacht Queen, is back! Oh man, Tyler's got this in the bag tonight." This boy band streaming group had only been formed two months ago and was still in its growing phase. They didn't have that many hardcore fans, so I was definitely one of the top tippers. And I have OCD; whenever I tip, I only send Yachts (worth about $100 each). It's very memorable. Hearing the host mention my name, Tyler gave a barely perceptible smirk. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by his usual aloof demeanor. Right then, a new viewer with a beautiful girl as her avatar joined and immediately sent him a Sports Car. [This guy is so handsome, completely my type. Love it.] The host thanked her for the tip as usual, and read her comment out loud. Tyler broke into a shy smile. After finishing his dance routine, as if deliberately trying to make me mad, he actually made a heart shape with his hands—a rare occurrence—and personally thanked her. "Thank you for the Sports Car, gorgeous! Please keep supporting me!" The chat went crazy. [Holy shit, I've never seen Tyler act so shy but enthusiastic.] [First time seeing Tyler make a heart shape! Rich girls, drop more Sports Cars! We love to see it!] [The girl who sent the gift is so generous, and looking at her profile, she's actually a real beauty.] [A genuine rich, beautiful heiress. Is our wild boy Tyler actually falling for her?] Perhaps because they had never seen Tyler in such a good mood, many of his older fans also started throwing gifts. Bouquets and hot air balloons, big and small, kept popping up on the screen. It was incredibly lively. Tyler's smile grew wider and wider, and he was exceptionally cooperative with the interactions. The finger hearts and 'thank yous' never stopped. Even the host remarked in surprise: "What good thing happened to Tyler tonight? He's in such a great mood!" I was getting even more pissed off. Normally, I drop $100 Yachts on him, yet I've never seen him give this kind of reaction. No matter how many I sent, he just gave a faint smile. A new viewer casually throws him a small gift, and he's capable of giving this much emotional feedback. So what were all my Yachts for? In a fit of rage, I opened the gift menu and sent another Yacht straight to Liam, the guy from earlier. "Thank you, Yacht Queen, for sending Tyler..." Before he could finish saying "Yacht," the host choked on his habitual thank-you speech. After seeing it clearly, he immediately corrected himself: "Oh, my apologies, I misread it. The Yacht is for Liam." Hearing this, all the members on screen clearly froze for two seconds, all turning their heads to look at Liam in the back row. Liam looked in disbelief, stepping forward with a confused expression. And Tyler, who was originally standing center stage, looked even more shocked than Liam. 03 After staring at the monitor screen for a few seconds to confirm, Tyler reluctantly moved aside. Liam stood in the center, visibly a bit panicked. When he recovered, he bowed deeply toward the camera in gratitude. Just as he opened his mouth to say, "Thank you," I sent him another Yacht. Liam was just about to start dancing, but seeing the new Yacht, he hurried to bow and thank me again. When he stood up, I sent another one. For a while, the screen was a continuous stream of Yachts, one after another. Liam was dumbfounded. Tyler's face was indescribably ugly. His whole body radiated anxiety as he looked around, looking like he wanted to jump through the screen, grab me, and demand an explanation. The host excitedly announced the tips, his voice getting higher with each one. The chat was refreshing at lightning speed. [Holy shit! Yacht Queen is flexing her financial muscles again!] [Yacht Queen always delivers.] [Wait a minute, did she send it to the wrong person?] [Did she click the wrong guy?] [Sis, stop tipping! You've got the wrong guy!] [Yacht Queen only ever tips Tyler, why is she tipping the new guy? Is it a system glitch?] [No way, they're forcefully promoting the new guy! Sis, hurry up and report this rigged stream to the platform!] [...] Even the host, after excitedly giving thanks more than ten times, couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Did she click the wrong person..." Liam bowed in thanks over and over again, tears welling up in his eyes. Seeing that I had no intention of stopping, he anxiously tried to persuade me: "Please stop, that's enough. It really is enough." "Thank you so much! I will definitely keep working hard!" As soon as he finished speaking, I dropped 52 Yachts on him in one breath. I love this feeling of reciprocity. It was a million times more satisfying than tipping that fake, aloof, manipulative Tyler. I'm dropping hard cold cash, I should at least enjoy the feeling of being appreciated. Besides, with Liam standing in the center for so long, I got a really good look at him. Putting aside the sloppy makeup and styling, his facial features were truly excellent. Especially those long legs; when he danced, it was lethal. The other streamers were all wearing platform shoes, but his soles were super thin. Even so, he was still half a head taller than Tyler. No wonder he got banished to the back. Seeing so many Yachts, and not a single one for him, Tyler's face reached the peak of ugliness. Unable to hold it in any longer, he flipped out on the spot. He shoved Liam, who was standing in the center, and walked out of the frame in visible displeasure. Even through the screen, you could hear him hastily muttering something to the host before disappearing. "There must be a glitch in the system. The Yachts she tipped me are all going to someone else. I'm going to go talk to them." Ten seconds after Tyler left. I received a new message on my phone. KU-Tyler: [Sis, look closely before you tip. You're clicking on the wrong person, do you know that? Fuck.] 04 The message stayed there for barely two seconds before being rapidly unsent by the other party. Oh? I thought I was blocked? How did he add himself back? I thought he had so much backbone. Just as I finished marveling, the chat box popped up with a bunch of new messages. KU-Tyler: [Sis, pay attention when you click on gifts, you're sending them all to someone else.] [Why don't you contact customer service for a refund?] [Whatever, it's fine if you can't get a refund.] [You can just tip me again, but do it slowly and make sure you click the right person!] [?] [Why aren't you replying? Are you mad at me?] [Sorry about earlier, seeing you tip someone else made me a little jealous. I spoke a bit too hastily, please don't overthink it.] [Sis, it's a deal then. Come back to the stream soon, okay?] Tsk tsk. I've known Tyler for so long, and this is the first time he's initiated this much conversation. Too bad it's too late. I'm completely over him. I didn't reply, nor did I block him. I just left him hanging, then closed the TikTok app. I had originally tuned into their group stream for market research. My company was planning to acquire their agency, KU Media, but I didn't expect to get slightly hooked after watching a few of this C-list group's streams. I was drawn to Tyler's vibe after seeing him a couple of times. He perfectly fit my aesthetic. High nose bridge, smooth facial structure, and especially those inadvertently exposed, lean muscles. Tyler was a bit different from the other streamers. He was aloof, but he played the sexy card just right. He also had a bit of a proud streak. Unlike those streamers who, with just a little bit of good looks, practically had "I want to empty your wallet" written all over their faces. At first, I was just bored. Whenever I scrolled past him, I'd toss him a Yacht, and he would just give a small smile of thanks. He didn't act like my assistant said, where in these low-tier streams, even a $10 gift would get you a personal thank you from the streamer. A couple of days later, I dropped 10 Yachts at once, and he DM'd me that night to thank me. A few days after that, I tuned into the stream just as he was about to lose a PK (a competitive streaming battle) and looked like he was going to cry. I instantly dropped 100 Yachts, winning the PK for him. That's when he finally started interacting with me. Even after we started interacting, he remained aloof. Except for complaining about bad performance, high pressure, and hinting that I should send gifts, he rarely chatted much. I didn't really care. Life is boring; admiring a handsome guy on the internet was a nice distraction, a mutually beneficial transaction. Anyway, it's not like I'm short on cash. But I never expected that the easier I was to talk to, the less I asked for, the less he cared about my feelings. Last month, I was just too busy with a business trip and didn't log on for three days, and he gave me the cold shoulder for a whole month. He acted like he was absolutely certain I would never stop liking him, throwing a tantrum at the drop of a hat. If you love someone, you might be willing to give without expecting anything in return. But I don't love him, so why should I spend my money just to be treated poorly? If this one doesn't know how to behave, I'll just find another one. The next one will definitely be more obedient. 05 After staying off the app for three busy days at work. The acquisition of KU Media was finally finalized. Bored, I opened TikTok again, and my phone immediately flooded with dozens of notification pings. The most recent one was from Liam. I scrolled up through the chat history. The night after that stream ended, he stayed up writing an 800-word essay expressing his overwhelming shock and gratitude. He even proactively gave me his personal WeChat ID. Even though I didn't reply to anything, he persisted with morning and evening greetings over the past few days. I thought about it, didn't add his WeChat, and just politely replied with a [Thank you]. Exiting that chat, I glanced at the messages from Tyler right below. [Sis, why haven't you come back to the stream to send gifts?] [Didn't we have an agreement?] [Sis, come back to the stream and tip me. If you don't, I won't even win the championship tonight... It's really embarrassing.] [Sis, please don't leave me hanging at a crucial moment. I'm in the middle of a PK, hurry up!] [Reply to my message.] [?] [You'll regret this.] That day, Tyler's attitude seemed to get worse and worse the more he talked. I saw he was up until 4 AM. He probably stayed up all night stewing in anger. Perhaps realizing I wasn't going to reply, he didn't send anything for the next few days, and his tone gradually returned to a somewhat flattering one. He sent messages every day trying to test the waters. [Sis, I really was jealous yesterday, and my tone wasn't great. Can you let it go?] [I lost again last night and had to do a punishment. You should be over your anger by now, right?] [Sis, why aren't you here today either?] [Sis, I was wrong. Will you come see me again?] [Whether you're here or not, I'm always here.] [I'll always be waiting for you in the stream. /Heart] Most of the messages were sent at three or four in the morning. The absolute kicker was: He actually sent me several high-res photos of his abs. Tsk. Looks like without me as his sugar mama, he's not so nonchalant after all. I zoomed in and took a closer look. They were alright. I didn't even know if they were photoshopped. Thinking about it, he's just a newbie with no real-world experience. And moving forward, they will all be artists under my company. Looking at that face that still has to earn me money, I decided not to block him for now. I didn't reply to anything, exited the messages, and clicked into their livestream. I planned to spread the wealth tonight and give each member a tip, letting them see how generous their future boss is. As soon as I entered the stream, I realized my timing was impeccable. Tyler and Liam were just about to start a dance battle PK. 06 I hadn't been around for a few days, and as soon as the host saw my ID, he enthusiastically greeted me. "Wow, our Yacht Queen is finally here tonight! Long time no see, sis! Welcome back!" On screen, both Tyler and Liam clearly froze. Surprise quickly washed over both their faces. It had only been three days, and the styling team had clearly put more effort into Liam this time. I guess his popularity had risen over the past couple of days after being seen by more people that night. I obligingly replied with a smiley face in the comment section. The host was getting incredibly hyped up: "Yacht Queen is now the top supporter for both our Tyler and Liam. I wonder who she's planning to support tonight. "Oh man, this is so tough. It's like choosing between the palm of your hand and the back of your hand..." While the host was rambling excitedly, the expressions of the two guys on stage shifted. Liam looked a bit anxious and uneasy. Tyler's face instantly darkened, his eyes shifting erratically. Tyler glanced off-camera, then signaled the host that he needed to adjust his outfit. As soon as he stepped off-screen, two messages popped up at the top of my phone. [Sis, I knew you'd come back to see me.] [How about this: if you drop 100 Carnivals (worth about $400 each) on me tonight, I'll immediately give you my personal WeChat.] [And I have even more risqué private photos...] ... Seriously, who asked for his WeChat? I couldn't be bothered to respond. Just as I was preparing to send each person ten Yachts as a welcoming gift, a new message popped up at the top of the screen. [That fat old cow is finally back. Make sure to suppress me later to manipulate her into sending me gifts!] 07 I was shocked. My finger immediately clicked on the notification. And I swiftly took a screenshot. Within three seconds, the message was unsent by the other party. This Tyler. He really takes the money and then insults the person giving it. I was so mad I quickly checked my profile. I had been too lazy to create my own account back then, so I was logged into my grandma's account. The male streamer she used to be a fan of got canceled and banned. In a fit of rage, she abandoned the account and quit TikTok. The avatar was a classic "blooming wealth" flower picture that older people love, and the profile was filled with videos of landscapes, flowers, and plants. Oh, I suddenly realized that among the hundreds of boring short videos, there was actually a video showing her face, dancing to a popular song with her friends. No wonder Tyler scrolled through all those videos. My grandma is indeed a bit plump, but he had no right to use a term like "fat old cow" to insult an older woman. Especially one who had tipped him so much money. Fuming with anger, I returned to the livestream. As soon as I got in, without a second thought, I dropped ten Yachts on Liam. The PK hadn't even started, but the stream was instantly hyped up by me. Seeing this, Liam was thrilled and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. He immediately expressed his gratitude: "Thank you so much! You really don't have to spend so much. Just being here and watching is enough." After saying that, he even made a finger heart for me. Tyler froze. After the host did his routine thank yous, I went down the line, sending ten Yachts to the other 8 members each. When I tipped Liam earlier, everyone was relatively calm, just envious and congratulatory. But when I went down the line and tipped everyone else, the members on screen and the comment section were both stunned. They were all beaming with joy, thanking me non-stop. The livestream exploded. The viewer count skyrocketed, with tens of thousands of people flooding in all at once. When it came down to just Tyler left, the host intentionally raised his voice. "Yacht Queen is really bringing the heat tonight! Surprise after surprise! Now, only Tyler is left. "I wonder how much our top supporter, who has always backed Tyler the most, will drop on him tonight? Let's wait and see." As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room erupted again. Tyler's face also showed a faint glimmer of anticipation. The chat was going wild with speculation. [Our boy Tyler is her favorite, it's gotta be at least ten Carnivals to start.] [To the person above, our top supporter never sends anything else; doesn't everyone know she only sends Yachts?] [I bet she drops 100 Yachts on Tyler.] [I've been watching this stream since it started two months ago. Yacht Queen has dropped at least a few hundred grand on Tyler.] [Wow, this is the power of a rich woman!] [I hope the flop streamer I stan finds a top supporter like this too.] [...] The more excited the chat and the host got, the more relaxed Tyler's expression became. He seemed certain that I would definitely drop a massive gift to support him. Aside from Liam, who was standing to the side with a forced smile, everyone else was incredibly hyped. I suddenly felt a little bad. Not sending a single gift would seem a bit too petty. So, under the watchful eyes of thousands. I sent Tyler ten. Little Hearts. Adding up to a grand total of one dollar. 08 Tyler was dumbfounded. His face instantly flushed bright red. The chat was also dumbfounded. The screen was filled with floating *[?]*s. The host was the first to react, laughing to smooth things over. "Our top supporter must have clicked too fast and hit the wrong button. Let's give her a little more time." Tyler's expression finally looked a bit better. The whole room seemed to have forgotten the upcoming dance battle. Silently waiting for me to drop the next big gift. But I was getting impatient and just typed a comment: "Aren't they supposed to be having a dance battle? Why haven't they started yet?" The host had sharp eyes and immediately saw my comment, quickly replying: "Don't worry, everyone! The sister wants to see the dance first. She's building suspense and will drop the big surprise later. "Let's start the dance!" Hearing this, Tyler finally let out a sigh of relief. The chat also seemed to understand. [So the top supporter is building suspense.] [I knew she wouldn't leave our Tyler hanging. She's been his biggest supporter for so long.] [She really knows how to hype up the atmosphere.] [Looking forward to the rich lady's epic move!] [...] Tyler held his breath. He gave Liam a disdainful look and aggressively took the prominent position closer to the front of the stage. Due to screen space, Liam was squeezed slightly towards the back. Even from that angle, they still looked about the same height. Tyler unbuttoned two more buttons, perfectly exposing more of his abs. Before starting, he even winked provocatively at the camera before returning to his controlled expression, dancing energetically to the music. Both of them were good-looking, but one was the cold, domineering CEO type, and the other was the restrained, elegant type. It was quite pleasing to the eye. I remembered Liam's 800-word essay mentioned that he was professionally trained in dance. You couldn't really tell when they were apart, but now, side-by-side, the comparison was clear. Obviously, Liam's movements were more fluid and dynamic than Tyler's. After all, dancing this kind of sexy, alluring routine isn't like swinging a sledgehammer; just using brute force doesn't necessarily yield results. On the PK stage, both were giving it their all. Pecs and abs, things that should or shouldn't be exposed, were "accidentally" flashed a few times. There were significantly more tips than usual, including quite a few expensive ones like Carnivals. Very quickly, Tyler took a significant lead over Liam. After all, he had been promoted as the center since day one, while Liam was new, had fewer opportunities to shine, and fewer fans. Seeing that the progress bar was over halfway done and I still hadn't made a move, the host got a bit anxious: "Both our Tyler and Liam are going all out tonight. Thanks to our top supporter, we're all getting a visual feast. "The sister still hasn't made a move yet. I wonder how much she plans to tip Tyler tonight?" As soon as the host finished speaking. My 520 Yachts made a grand appearance on the screen. All of them sent to Liam. 09 The entire room went silent for a few seconds. Even through the screen, I could feel many people gasping. The host was the first to react, his voice cracking with excitement: "Five hundred and twenty! "Yachts! "Thank you to our top supporter for sending Tyler a fleet of Yachts! "Let's congratulate Tyler on a completely crushing victory!!" Tyler had been keeping an eye on the tips while dancing. When he first saw the gifts, he went from surprised to ecstatic. Coupled with the host's words, he was so excited he forgot his dance moves. But when he leaned in to look at the monitor screen next to him, he realized something was wrong. Such a massive display of wealth was not for him. At this moment, everyone else seemed to finally process my baller move. On the PK health bar, Liam had completely obliterated Tyler with an absolute advantage. The host quickly and stutteringly corrected himself: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I misread that earlier. "The five hundred and twenty Yachts were all sent to our Liam! "Congratulations to Liam on the win! "Thank you, top supporter!" Special effects exploded on the screen, one after another. It went on for a long time without ending. I have to say, the visual effect bought with cold, hard cash is just spectacular. The chat was refreshing so fast it was impossible to read the text; everyone was just there for the spectacle. The livestream's popularity climbed to the top few spots on the entire platform. Amidst the grand special effects, Tyler's expression slowly shattered. From disbelief, to serious contemplation, and finally to a furious, flushed red. If there was an anger meter above his head, I bet it would be maxed out. As the gift effects grew more intense, Tyler could barely stand still, completely losing control of his facial expressions. Equally as shell-shocked as him was Liam. He seemed completely unable to believe it, still standing frozen in place. Seeing this, the host quickly reminded him: "Liam, hurry up and thank your top supporter! What are you spacing out for?" Liam snapped out of it, tears welling up in his eyes again. "Really, thank you so much. "I never thought anyone would tip me this much." He bowed deeply toward the screen, moved to tears, and didn't get up for a long time. The host remarked on Liam's good luck. Noticing Tyler's bad mood, he quickly tried to console him: "It's okay, it's okay. This is just the first round; there are still two more. "Tyler, don't just stand there, hurry up and beg your top supporter! She's always been so good to you; beg her to send you 520 in the next round too!" "Beg my ass, fuck! "I'm done streaming." Tyler's face turned even blacker upon hearing this. He threw out a curse word and walked off-screen. 10 Looks like he's having a meltdown. The chat saw it too, and random viewers started mocking him. [Are you kidding me? If you can't handle losing, don't play.] [It's not like the times when you used your high popularity to suppress and bully other streamers.] [Exactly, what's with the attitude?] [Wait, wasn't Yacht Queen always supporting Tyler? Why is she suddenly Liam's hardcore fan?] [Just saying, this streamer has always had a bad temper. I tipped him a small gift before, and he didn't even acknowledge it.] [Yeah, I noticed he never gives the top supporter a good attitude. I even thought it was the company using bots to launder money. No matter how much attitude he gives, she kept tipping.] [I have to smile and provide good service when I do my delivery side hustle. If you're in this line of work, you should have a service mindset.] [If you can do it, do it. If not, get off. We're not spending money to watch you throw a tantrum!] [...] Only a few hardcore fans tried weakly to defend him, but his black face and walking off spoke for themselves. Seeing the chat getting out of control, the host quickly tried to smooth things over. "No, no, Tyler might just not be feeling well. He went to get some water and will be right back. Everyone is misunderstanding. "Mods, kick out those accounts trying to stir up drama. We're starting round two immediately." The host's words weren't very convincing, and the comments kept flying by. Two direct messages popped up on my screen. KU Tyler: [Dumb old bitch.] KU Tyler: [Just wait. Don't think you're all that just because you have some dirty money!] I was incredibly shocked, so much so that I forgot to take a screenshot. Wait, he actually dared to curse at me? I angrily clicked into the chat box. Those two messages, just like the previous times, were swiftly unsent by the other party. I sent a [?] over. A red exclamation mark immediately appeared on the page. Blocked by him again. At the same time, the system popped up a notification: [You have been removed from the KU-Tyler fan group.] Great. Just great. My anger reached its boiling point. He just kicked a steel plate shaped like his future boss. Tonight, I'm going to make sure you truly understand what it means to mess with a sugar mama. I originally planned to call it a night, but since he wants to play, I won't let this go easily. I made a phone call to my assistant. Ordering the CEO of KU to ensure this Tyler gets back on the livestream immediately. I had reviewed his management contract. To get more resources to make himself famous, he hadn't hesitated to sign an unequal treaty with the company. A ten-year contract. Astronomical breach of contract fee. So no matter how reluctant he is, as long as I don't let him go, he has to obediently make money for me from now on. Hanging up the phone, I returned to the livestream. Besides Tyler's absence, everyone else had returned to the normal state of a group stream. When the host saw me return, he greeted me again. Noticeably more sincere than before. I didn't say anything, just quietly watched the time. In less than five minutes, Tyler indeed returned with a dark face. But this time, he went back to his position on stage. Another glamorous avatar also entered the livestream. Tyler's number two supporter.
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