C7 The Live Stream Singer

The sky was a clear blue, and the gentle warmth of the sun fell perfectly into every corner, blending seamlessly with the shadows. Gu Yuan stood on the balcony, quietly holding her breath, soaking in the sun's warmth. After a while, she settled into the hanging chair, tablet in hand, earnestly diving into her studies. There was still so much about this world she didn't quite understand, but fortunately, her mind and body were in sync, allowing her to absorb information swiftly.

Before she knew it, Gu Yuan had spent over an hour on the balcony. Feeling a bit too sun-kissed, she decisively got up and retreated into her bedroom, drawing the curtains to block out the sunlight. Sitting cross-legged on the bed, she glanced at her phone, scrolling through various notifications about deductions. A few taps later, she was staring at her account balance, her smile slowly fading as she saw the meager amount left.

Ever seen a celebrity with only $38.07 to her name? Damn! Turns out, the glamorous life of a star is just a facade. Looks like it's time to find a job that pays well. As for Qiao Xi, forget it, he's not worth relying on.

Gu Yuan sat cross-legged on the bed, opened up her laptop, and quickly typed into the search bar, "What's the fastest way to make money?"

A quick search filled the screen with various job options, with the most popular being becoming an online influencer and hosting live streams. Gu Yuan frowned slightly. She was familiar with live streaming; back when she first gained popularity, her company had urged her to interact with fans through live sessions. But just chatting wouldn't cut it; she needed some talent to showcase.

Honestly, it was a miracle she survived in the entertainment industry. She couldn't act, nor did she have any connections. Apart from her stunning looks, she had nothing going for her. However, while she lacked talent, Gu Yuan certainly didn't! If fortune-telling counts as a talent, that is.

Determined, she got out of bed and fetched a phone stand from the storage room. She adjusted the stand's height with a professional touch, having already visualized the setup in her mind. She aimed the phone at her face, turned on the camera, and was pleased with her breathtaking reflection. Satisfied, she smiled.

Once everything was ready, Gu Yuan logged onto Twitter and started her live stream. Simultaneously, a live stream link popped up on her Twitter page. Some of her fans, thrilled to see their idol live streaming for the first time, eagerly joined her session.

Where there are fans, there are also critics. While Gu Yuan stepped away to wash some fruit, the number of viewers in her live stream skyrocketed from thousands to tens of thousands. However, compared to the critics, her fans were vastly outnumbered.

Gu Yuan walked over with a bowl of freshly washed strawberries, casually sitting on the bed. Her eyes glanced at the number of viewers in the livestream, and she was slightly surprised. A faint smile played on her lips. "Looks like I have quite a few fans after all," she mused, knowing full well that many were there to criticize.

Sure enough, the comment section was soon flooded with insults and mockery, though there was the occasional compliment from a genuine fan.

"Come on, don't just throw shade—show some love with those gifts," Gu Yuan said, popping a strawberry into her mouth. The sweet juice filled her taste buds, and she half-closed her eyes in delight. Suddenly, she noticed a familiar username. Wasn't that him?