My Superstar Sister Is a Simp (6)

An Xiaowei glanced at the barrage in the live stream and then at the viewer count—over ten thousand people.

Yan Chen wasn’t this impressive before.

Rising to fame overnight could only mean the system was too overpowered.

"But was he showing his face before?" An Xiaowei asked.

"Yeah, and he’s a tech streamer, pretty popular with fans."

"As for why he’s not showing his face now, it’s because he failed a midday mission and got punished by the system—struck by lightning." Si’s voice was laced with barely suppressed laughter.

An Xiaowei didn’t spare the male lead any dignity either, slapping the table as she laughed.

"Hahaha!" She clutched her stomach, laughing so hard it hurt.

This was what you called instant karma.

The guy was so cringey he could drown a whole room in grease.

"But you’re adapting pretty well," Si remarked, watching An Xiaowei pound the table.

Most hosts would struggle with this kind of situation, at least a little.

"No big deal. I love cute girls, and besides, it’s not much different from usual—just the clothes and stuff." An Xiaowei genuinely had no issue with the role.

Sure, she was a tough guy in real life, but in games, she always played female characters.

This world felt like a game to her, so she didn’t have any mental hang-ups.

And tearing down someone else’s spotlight? That was her favorite pastime.

"By the way, how’s his skill level?" An Xiaowei watched a few of Yan Chen’s plays and didn’t think they looked like the system’s handiwork.

"The system didn’t give him hacks for gaming. He’s just a hardcore gamer." Si paused mid-sentence.

What was An Xiaowei getting at?

"You’re not thinking of sniping him in a match, are you?" Si blurted out.

"Why not?" An Xiaowei raised an eyebrow.

The problem was getting an account. No one would willingly lend theirs just to tank their rank.

"Well, I can use the system to generate an account with a similar rank to his. But I’m not doing it for free."

Creating a dummy account was child’s play for Si.

"How much?" An Xiaowei understood the implication.

Money could rent an account, but if she wanted to mess with Yan Chen long-term, a fresh one would be better.

Grinding a new account to his level, though? Too much effort.

"I won’t rip you off. Ten grand, full skins, all heroes, max runes."

This was a fair transaction, not helping the host out of goodwill.

Si’s inner calculator was working overtime.

"But what do you even need the money for?" An Xiaowei found it odd.

If the system was using cash, something felt off.

"I could travel, or maybe get a perm and rock some big waves." Si’s tone was playful.

An Xiaowei: ｜д)!!

There was no way she was the one who corrupted this system.

"Fine, I’ll transfer it." The moment she spoke, a white panel popped up in front of her, displaying a QR code for payment.

If there was one thing An Xiaowei wasn’t lacking, it was money.

What kind of cliché romance protagonist would she be if she were broke?

She scanned the code without hesitation and dismissed the panel.

Soon after, Si sent over the account credentials.

An Xiaowei logged in to check—everything was virtual data. The fake win rate and badges were convincing enough, but the real stats showed zero matches played.

An Xiaowei was a veteran of the mobile gaming scene.

Despite being a tough guy, she adored playing cute girls.

Like the sunshine girl, Xi Shi.

She’d hit the national rank before, but that FMVP skin, Dragon Princess? Way too expensive for her.

After warming up in training mode and admiring the elegant little dragon girl on screen, she nodded.

The immersion was perfect. She was a cute girl now.

And then…

Time to snipe Yan Chen, stomp him into a 0-10 scoreline, and paint his stream red (all losses).

Make him end his broadcast in misery.

But streams had delays, so Si kept an eye on Yan Chen’s match timing and signaled when his game ended.

An Xiaowei queued up immediately.

"Lucky match. You got him," Si said.

An Xiaowei: Charge! (ω)=33

Little Qing Rong has you in her sights!

She instantly locked Xi Shi, watching as Yan Chen confidently picked Ma Chao on the enemy team.

She almost laughed out loud.

With her support’s help, she cleared the minion wave lightning-fast and hit level two.

Then she hugged the wall, positioning near the enemy tower.

There he was—Yan Chen!

First skill, landed.

Xi Shi’s first skill yanks the enemy toward her, and her ultimate lets her pull twice.

Yan Chen sensed danger the moment the skill connected, but before he could react, the enemy’s tanky support knocked him airborne.

Thud. Screen went black.

Staring at his corpse on the ground, Yan Chen’s face twisted in rage.

To make it worse, Xi Shi’s voice line played:

"My trial began the day we met."

This Xi Shi was disgusting.

Just because she had the Dragon Princess skin didn’t make her royalty!

Meanwhile, the chat was in stitches:

[Streamer got styled on by Xi Shi again?]

[Don’t zone out, bro! Don’t fall for the princess’s charms!]

[Joined just in time for the gray screen?]

The entire match was torture for Yan Chen. That Xi Shi was like a ghost, always lurking in the bushes.

She played more like an assassin than a mage.

Flash-pulling him like it was free.

When the enemy nexus exploded, Yan Chen checked his stats:

1-8-1.

One kill, eight deaths.

Thanks to the system’s boosted stream visibility, new viewers took one look at his score and noped out.

[A 1-8 Ma Chao? My cat could play better with its paws.]

[Quit streaming, bro. I’ll hook you up with a factory job.]

[This guy’s straight-up trash.]

Yan Chen took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm. No matter what, he couldn’t lose his temper.

Cursing on stream would get him flagged, and all his hard-earned fans would vanish.

He was aiming for the top, not a reputation as a toxic streamer.

With a strained chuckle, he joked, "Got hard-countered, guys. This princess plays dirty, but no worries—next time I see her, I’ll lock Yuan Ge and wreck her."

Little did he know, An Xiaowei wasn’t a one-trick. She wasn’t afraid of Yan Chen.

Her APM was factory-forged.

She queued up again immediately. Sniping Yan Chen was easy at this rank—not many players here.

Two hours later, Yan Chen stared at his five-loss streak, utterly dumbfounded.

A sea of red. Nothing like this had ever happened since he started streaming.

Four straight matches against that cursed Xi Shi. Like running into a damn poltergeist.