Su Yang opened the gift panel and held down the "Carnival" option, sending out ten in a row.
The screen instantly filled with the dazzling special effects of the Carnivals, sending Lin Yiyi into a frenzy. Her cheeks flushed pink as she shouted excitedly,
"Thank you, my Brother Grocery Shopper!!"
—Here we go, Boss Grocery is turning up the heat!
—Damn, Boss Grocery is insane!
On the other side, Little Radish was completely stunned. She had been certain this PK battle was an easy win.
After all, she was a streamer with over 200,000 followers and more than a year of experience. Every time she went live, she had loyal supporters showering her with gifts.
But seeing Lin Yiyi—with just over 8,000 followers—suddenly surpass her by hundreds of thousands of points in an instant, she was both furious and envious.
—What the hell is happening on the other side? How many Carnivals did they just drop?
—Looks like that big spender who sent 20 Carnivals last time is back. I’m gonna check it out.
Meng Wenzhou smirked at the screen. "Not bad, ten Carnivals."
"Ten? That’s nothing. Meng, show him what real heat looks like."
Meng Wenzhou suddenly felt a spark of interest. Men always loved competing over the most trivial things—like jumping to touch a high leaf on a walk, just to see who could reach higher.
No stakes, no bets. The loser would just mutter, "You got me," but in a guy’s world, those words were the highest praise.
Without hesitation, Meng Wenzhou sent ten Carnivals of his own.
The live chat erupted. Messages flooded the screen so fast that Lin Yiyi couldn’t even read them. All she could do was keep thanking them and throw in a little sexy dance.
Su Yang watched as Meng Wenzhou matched his ten Carnivals. With a light chuckle, he sent eleven—one more than Meng.
—Holy crap! These two whales are going at it!
—This is better than any drama!
—How does a small-time streamer like her have two big spenders in her chat? She’s got insane luck.
—Wonder how much she’s making from this PK alone.
......
Meng Wenzhou burst out laughing when he saw Su Yang’s eleven Carnivals. "This guy’s got style. One-upping me like it’s an auction?"
He tapped the gift panel again and sent twenty Carnivals in one go.
Su Yang smirked at the display. "Not bad."
He checked the timer—15 seconds left. Without hesitation, he sent thirty Carnivals.
Back and forth they went, the screen never free of Carnival effects. Anyone stumbling in would’ve thought this was some top influencer’s stream.
In just a few minutes, the two had dropped nearly a hundred Carnivals.
Lin Yiyi was in complete shock. This was the most—and most expensive—gifts she’d ever received in her streaming career. She stopped dancing, plopped into her chair, and stared wide-eyed at the screen.
Over in Little Radish’s stream, the chat was just as wild.
—Two whales duking it out on the other side, starting at ten Carnivals a pop.
—Are these people made of money? Throwing Carnivals around like beers at a bar?
—Guys like this have to be worth tens of millions IRL. Dropping a few hundred grand is nothing to them.
—Too bad our big spenders are weak in comparison.
—No kidding.
—Who the hell you calling weak? Put up or shut up!
—Nah, I’m just here for the drama...
Little Radish watched as Lin Yiyi’s score soared past a million points. All she felt was envy.
In over a year of streaming and countless PK battles, she’d never even hit 300,000 points, let alone a million.
She didn’t think she was any less attractive or entertaining than Lin Yiyi. So why didn’t she have any top-tier spenders backing her? It didn’t make sense.
Just as Su Yang’s thirty Carnivals landed, the PK ended.
The chubby guy next to Meng Wenzhou groaned, "Damn it, Meng! No time left—you lost!"
Meng Wenzhou shrugged. "So what? It’s not life or death. Why are you more worked up than me?"
"I just hate seeing you lose! Since when does Meng Wenzhou lose a gift battle?"
Meng Wenzhou patted his shoulder. "Relax, it’s just gifts. And my money doesn’t grow on trees, you know."
"But—!"
"No buts. The guy’s got deep pockets. If he’s richer than me, I can respect that."
"No way he’s richer than you. I refuse to believe it."
Meng Wenzhou took a sip of his iced Americano. "Honestly, he’s got me curious. His profile’s empty, says he’s 24. If he’s really that young, I wouldn’t mind getting to know him."
"That’s why you’re the man, Meng. I’d have gone all-out to crush him."
"We’re not kids anymore. No need to take it so seriously." Meng Wenzhou glanced at his friend.
The guy fell silent, mulling it over...
Meanwhile, Lin Yiyi stared at her 2 million+ points, feeling like she was dreaming.
This one PK battle had just earned her over 100,000 yuan.
100,000 yuan! That was more than most people made in a year—and she’d done it in five minutes.
Now she was more convinced than ever that streaming was her golden ticket. Stick with it, and she’d be driving a nice car and owning a home in no time.
Little Radish, thoroughly defeated, reluctantly performed a little dance before disconnecting.
With the PK over and the dance done, Su Yang swiped to find another stream.
Then, a notification popped up at the top of his screen:
"How Lonely is the Invincible has sent you a friend request."
Su Yang smirked, exited the stream, and accepted the request.
The moment he followed back, a DM arrived:
"Hey man, mind if we chat?"
Su Yang typed back, "What, still salty about losing the gift war?"
"Come on, I just wanna get to know you. You throw down like a beast—seems like my kind of guy. I like making friends with people like that."
"Oh? If it’s just friendship, sure. I’m always down for new friends."
Meng Wenzhou grinned at the reply. "What should I call you?"
"Su Yang. And you?"
"Meng Wenzhou."
"Meng Wenzhou?" Su Yang muttered the name.
Why does that sound familiar? Meng Wenzhou... Wait, isn’t that Meng Jianyun’s son from Yuehai Group?
He typed, "You’re Meng Jianyun’s kid?"
"Yep," Meng Wenzhou replied without hesitation.
Holy shit. A top-tier rich heir from Haicheng? Su Yang’s eyes widened.
The name Meng Jianyun is quite well - known in China. However, Su Yang only knew that he was from Haicheng and an ultra - rich man, and had no other information about him.
He learned the name Meng Wenzhou from chatting with his colleagues at work before. He found out that Meng Wenzhou was Meng Jianyun's son.
Unexpectedly, he met Meng Wenzhou on Douyin, and it was Meng Wenzhou who actively added him as a friend.
You know, Meng Jianyun, Meng Wenzhou's father, was ranked among the top 20 on the list of China's richest people last year.
His business is spread across the country, including large - scale chain supermarkets, top - luxury shopping malls, five - star hotels, various chain restaurants and so on.
A surprised look appeared on Su Yang's face. He exited Douyin and opened Baidu to search for Meng Jianyun's name.
He clicked on the encyclopedia information and scrolled down. In the "Children" section, he saw two names: Meng Wenzhou and Meng Qianyu.
"Sure enough, he is his son. I didn't expect this old man to have a daughter too."
"Meng Wenzhou is a good guy. It's worth making friends with him. Getting to know people of this level can only do me good and no harm."
Thinking this way, Su Yang returned to the chat interface with Meng Wenzhou on Douyin.
"I didn't expect you to be Meng Jianyun's son. It's really a surprise that a top - notch second - generation rich like you took the initiative to get to know me."
Meng Wenzhou immediately replied, "So what? We have similar interests. It's just about making friends."
Looking at the message sent by Meng Wenzhou, Su Yang was a bit surprised that such a super second - generation rich was so approachable.
This greatly improved his impression of Meng Wenzhou.
"Then, Brother Meng, how about we add each other on WeChat? It'll be more convenient for business communication in the future."
"Sure~" After replying, Meng Wenzhou immediately sent his WeChat ID.
Su Yang copied it and opened WeChat. He saw that Lin Yiyi had already approved his friend request.
He didn't pay attention to it for the moment and first added Meng Wenzhou on WeChat.
Meng Wenzhou was very efficient. As soon as Su Yang sent the friend request, it showed that Meng Wenzhou had approved it.
Then, Su Yang and Meng Wenzhou had a brief chat on WeChat to get to know each other a bit and then exited the chat.
Right after exiting the chat with Meng Wenzhou, Lin Yiyi sent a message.
"Are you the 'Vegetable - buying Brother'?"
"Yes, my real name is Su Yang."
"Brother Su, hello. I'm Lin Yiyi. I really don't know how to thank you for the gifts you've sent me these two times. How about I invite you to dinner?"
Su Yang smiled and typed back, "Have you finished your live - stream?"
"Yes~ I'm done. You and that 'Lonely Guy' sent me so many gifts today. I'm not in the mood to live - stream for the time being."
Su Yang laughed and said, "It's not much. I'll go and send you some gifts when I'm free in the future when you go live."
"Wow, thank you so much, Brother Su. Then, what about the dinner invitation I mentioned just now?"
"Sure, but are you in Haicheng?"
"Yes, I am."
"Okay. It's almost dinner time. Send me your location, and I'll come pick you up."
"Okay~"
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
