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Chapter 174 - What Is This??

Upon scanning, her true identity was unveiled! ๐“ƒ๐“ธ๐“‹โ„ฏ๐“โ„ฏ๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“ฝ.๐’ธ๐“ธ๐“ถ

She was a 50-year-old lady!

Su Ming nearly retched.

He glanced over at Mr. Pink.

In just one week, the gifts Mr. Pink had lavished on her totaled nearly twenty thousand yuan.

Would he be furious enough to spit blood if he discovered the truth?

โ€œThanks, bro!โ€

Little Streamer rose to her feet and gave Su Ming a respectful bow.

Her hands were shaking.

โ€œI'm good.โ€

Su Ming offered a slight smile and commented, โ€œNice driving.โ€

The audience bombarded the chat with question marks.

โ€œSo, this is the tycoon with the Hennessy Venom GT!โ€

โ€œLittle Streamer, spill the beans, what were you up to hours before the stream?โ€

โ€œWatch your words! You could get your account banned!โ€

โ€œA farmer can afford a Hennessy Venom GT? I'm quitting my job to farm tomorrow!โ€

The chat went wild.

Turns out, the Farming Expert was the tycoon with the Hennessy Venom GT!

Little Streamer was flabbergasted!

Could it really be Su Ming?

She was momentarily at a loss for words as she read the comments in the stream, suggesting something had transpired between her and Su Ming.

But upon reflection, she barely knew Su Ming.

Why would Su Ming want to help her?

Lost in thought, Little Streamer caught sight of a new comment.

Farming Expert: โ€œLittle Streamer, don't overthink it. I just couldn't stand by as they bullied you. And just so you know, you're not my type.โ€

โ€œLOL! Little Streamer just got dissed!โ€

โ€œPoor Little Streamer!โ€

Su Ming just chuckled and held his tongue.

Instead, he reached out to Mr. Pink with a private message.

โ€œBro, you there?โ€

Su Ming sent the message.

Mr. Pink, phone in hand, read Su Ming's message.

โ€œWhat's he up to? I've already thrown in the towel! Is he trying to mock me now?โ€

โ€œEver seen Ms. Pink's real face?โ€

Unexpectedly, Su Ming sent another message.

โ€œI haven't.โ€

Mr. Pink responded, a sense of foreboding growing inside him.

Su Ming shot back, โ€œBro, you've got quite the unique taste.โ€

Mr. Pink was taken aback. โ€œClarify, now!โ€

After Mr. Pink's demand, Su Ming went silent for a long while.

Mr. Pink was on edge.

He was a veteran in the audience.

He was well aware that the true faces of many streamers were far from pretty.

But he trusted his own eyes: he couldn't have made a mistake.

Or could he have this time?

Out of the blue, a message from Su Ming popped up.

Mr. Pink glimpsed a photo.

He clicked on it hastily.

What on earth was this?

A middle-aged woman stared back at him from the photo.

Mr. Pink was dumbfounded!

He glanced back at the computer screen at Ms. Pink.

The streamer he'd been fond of for so long was a middle-aged woman?

His mind was in turmoil!

โ€œTake care, brother.โ€

With those parting words, Su Ming logged off.

The photo was a product of the System.

Su Ming discovered that activating the scanning feature caused his phone to snap pictures automatically. It captured everything he saw.

The System was incredibly potent!

Mr. Pink wept.

โ€œYou charlatan!โ€

He blasted a message into Ms. Pink's group chat.

In that realm, Mr. Pink was the undisputed top dog.

โ€œWhat's the matter, sweetheart?โ€

Ms. Pink was taken aback by the message.

โ€œDon't you dare call me that!โ€

He used to relish that nickname, but now it made him nauseous.

Without another word, Mr. Pink uploaded the photo to the group.

โ€œWho is this?โ€

โ€œWhat kind of creature is this?โ€

โ€œThis person looks a bit like the streamer.โ€

โ€œIs this actually the streamer?โ€

โ€œIt is indeed!โ€

โ€œI can't handle this. I need to throw up!โ€

โ€œAll my hard-earned cash!โ€

โ€œI'm done with live streaming!โ€

โ€œPoor Mr. Pink, all that money spent!โ€

โ€œLet's have a moment of silence for Mr. Pink.โ€

The group's heavy hitters were all fiercely reactive.

Ms. Pink was in shock.

She had been so cautious during her streams; nobody was supposed to know.

How did Mr. Pink find out?

What was she to do now?

Distraught, Mr. Pink left the chat group immediately.

Rumor had it that many of Ms. Pink's patrons ended up in the hospital that night.

Some suffered from high blood pressure spikes, others from heart attacks.

And many more sought to cleanse their stomachs and eyes.

โ€œEven though she's not widely known, the streamer is quite attractive.โ€

โ€œI've met Little Streamer. She's authenticated her features on stream, proving her natural beauty.โ€

โ€œNo wonder the Farming Expert is such a fan of Little Streamer.โ€

โ€œCould farming actually sharpen your eyesight? That's a compelling thought. More time in the fields and less on my phone would certainly be better for my eye health. I'm going to try my hand at farming tomorrow!โ€

โ€œYou're making a lot of sense!โ€

While Little Streamer was basking in her joy, the number of viewers in her live broadcast room surged. ๐˜ฏ๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘™๐‘’๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต.๐˜ค๐‘œ๐˜ฎ

A flurry of bullet comments filled the screen.

The audience, clueless about the situation, frantically inquired about what was happening.

Before long, led by an influential figure, a chat group was formed, and Little Streamer was added to it.

Once the truth was unveiled, everyone was astounded.

Indeed, with photo editing technology, anyone could transform into a stunner!

As the crowd's attention was fixated, the second round kicked off.

This broadcaster was leagues ahead of Ms. Pink.

She was a streamer with a following in the hundreds of thousands.

She went by the name Wind Zither!

Her talent lay in her musical performances, and she was strikingly beautiful.

Regardless of her actual looks, her artistry was undeniably valuable.

And she had no shortage of patrons willing to open their wallets for her.

The sponsorship board listed at least a couple hundred names.

The top sponsors had contributed tens of thousands of yuan each.

But Little Streamer's situation was quite different; she was rather unfortunate.

Aside from Su Ming and one person who donated by mistake,

The rest contributed only a handful of yuan.

Furthermore, the sponsorship board's 50 slots weren't even filled.

Just a mere dozen or so people had donated.

The disparity was starkly evident.

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