Chapter 117: Aspiring to Become a Streamer

Shortly after Yu Qingkui returned, the dormitory lights went out. Jiang Zheng and the others didn’t continue playing games; they each tidied up a bit and lay down on their beds. The only light in the darkness was from their phone screens as they all lay there scrolling.

Suddenly, Wang Bing spoke up, “Brothers, what do you think we should pay attention to if we want to do live streaming?”

“Live streaming? Fifth Brother, are you planning to become a streamer?” Zhou Quanyi asked.

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it. Just wanted to ask for your thoughts,” Wang Bing replied.

“Fifth Brother’s becoming a big streamer? Don’t forget about us then,” Liu Hua joked.

“If he does, he’ll definitely blow up overnight,” Yu Qingkui said.

“Sixth Brother, is that kind of ‘blowing up’ really legit?” Yang Po teased with a grin.

“Damn, Second Brother, your mind’s running at full speed,” Liu Hua laughed.

“Our dorm’s about to produce a major streamer, that’d be something to be proud of,” Yu Qingkui added.

“Alright, everyone, calm down first. Fifth Brother, do you seriously want to be a streamer?” Zhou Quanyi asked.

Jiang Zheng listened quietly, offering no comment.

“Yeah, that’s the only thought I have. But I want you all to help me think about what I should pay attention to if I go for it,” Wang Bing said with a wry smile.

They spoke as if the matter was already settled, though not even a stroke had been put to the character—he hadn’t even started yet.

“The problem is, none of us really understand the industry. We don’t know what to watch out for,” Yu Qingkui said.

“Exactly, Sixth Brother is right—we’re all outsiders. Hey, Boss, you’ve been watching streams lately, why don’t you tell us?” Liu Hua said.

“When you’re a streamer, you have to be careful not to cross the line, avoid saying what shouldn’t be said, don’t do what shouldn't be done. Always remember you’re a public figure—think twice before speaking or acting,” Zhou Quanyi said.

Wang Bing thought for a moment and then asked, “So, what type of streamer do you think I should be?”

“Do dance streams. Sixth Brother, listen to me, you won’t go wrong,” Liu Hua said.

Wang Bing was speechless. There are male streamers in the dance category, but something about it felt a bit off.

“Third Brother, don’t lead Fifth Brother astray. Listen to me—put on women’s clothes and go dance streaming. You’ll absolutely blow up!” Yang Po said.

Wang Bing: ………

He really didn’t want to play such a twisted game. Cross-dressing? Just looking is enough—he wasn’t going to do that.

“Can’t you guys be a little more serious? What kind of suggestions are these? Is cross-dressing only for dance streams? Fifth Brother, don’t listen to them. I think the talent category would suit you well,” Yu Qingkui said.

“I think Fifth Brother would look great in a JK uniform. Add a wig, and he’d be a stunning beauty,” Liu Hua said.

“I disagree. I think Fifth Brother suits a cheongsam better,” Yu Qingkui offered a different opinion.

“Hmm… don’t you guys think Lolita style fits Fifth Brother best?” Yang Po said slowly.

Everyone drew a sharp breath. Zhou Quanyi said, “If anyone’s perverted, it’s you, Second Brother!”

“Can’t you avoid the cross-dressing talk? Let’s be normal here,” Wang Bing said, clearly exasperated.

“Fifth Brother, there are so many streamer types—gaming, singing, dancing, talent shows, outdoor streaming, PK battles, even e-commerce streaming. Honestly, the live streaming world has become very murky after years of development.

We’re all outsiders here; we can’t really give you solid advice. Plus, every type of streamer has its own nuances. You need to consider your own strengths, study streamers in those fields, and then make a thoughtful choice,” Jiang Zheng said.

He felt it was a mistake for Wang Bing to ask them in the first place. What good advice could a few outsiders offer?

“Fourth Brother’s right. We can’t really advise you much. Ultimately, you have to make your own decision,” Zhou Quanyi said.

The others nodded in agreement.

They were joking, of course. None of them seriously expected Wang Bing to cross-dress.

After a long moment of thought, Wang Bing said, “I understand.”

At that moment, Zhou Quanyi added, “Fifth Brother, when you start streaming, I’ll come support you.”

“Me too,” the others chimed in.

Wang Bing smiled. “Thanks, brothers.”

……

“Whose trash is this? Move it now!”

Pei Xin came out after washing up and saw an empty instant noodle cup left on her desk. Her face darkened instantly.

No one said a word; the room remained silent.

“Are you all pretending not to hear me? Fine, very fine!” Pei Xin glared at her roommates with a cold expression.

She picked up the noodle cup and walked over to Fu Xin, the roommate she had the most tension with, and tossed it onto her bed.

Immediately, the leftover broth spilled all over the bed, releasing a sharp, pungent smell.

“Ah!” Fu Xin screamed.

“Pei Xin, are you crazy? It wasn’t me who left the cup on your desk,” Fu Xin shouted.

Pei Xin sneered, “Who else would I throw it on if she’d just admitted it? If she owned up, I wouldn’t have done this.”

Fu Xin’s face turned pale and flushed in rapid succession, as if her expression changed in an instant.

“I don’t care. Pei Xin, you have to pay for my sheets and blanket!” Fu Xin yelled.

“If you have the guts, find the person who threw the trash. She’s the one who did it but won’t admit it. Fu Xin, remember, today you took the blame for her,” Pei Xin said with a hint of mockery.

Hearing this, Fu Xin shot a fiery glare at someone else.

Pei Xin noticed but didn’t care.

She didn’t need to intervene; let the dogs fight each other.

Pei Xin lay on her bed, put on her headphones, and rhythmically swung her feet.

She didn’t worry about what was happening outside one bit.

With people like these, they actually wanted to pick a fight with her? Playing mind games? She had never been afraid of anyone.

Her relationship with her dormmates was poor. The reasons were complicated—both her own fault and theirs. So she always kept to herself, scarcely having any female friends nearby.

Given Pei Xin’s financial means, she could easily afford to move out, but she refused.

If anyone was moving, it should be them, not her.

She knew why no one spoke today—it was because none of them liked her and wanted to see her lose her temper.

But Pei Xin was not someone to suffer losses.

Fu Xin was her biggest rival, so Pei Xin chose to dump the mess on her bed.

If Fu Xin had done it, Pei Xin would strike back. If not, then let them fight among themselves and make Fu Xin sick of it.

In any case, she wouldn’t be the one losing.

Pei Xin listened to music but her mind was on Jiang Zheng.

She noticed a significant change in his attitude—he no longer treated her as warmly as before, instead seeming to avoid her.

But this only piqued Pei Xin’s interest further.