Chapter 169 - Little Streamer
Little Streamer gripped her phone and circled the car.
“Behold, a top-grade sports car—only ten of these exist worldwide!”
She glanced at the sparse audience in her live stream and a wave of helplessness washed over her.
Becoming a popular streamer was no easy feat these days.
Beauty seemed to be the ticket to fame.
And Little Streamer? She was stunning.
But good looks weren't enough; she needed connections.
Without them, she'd be voiceless, even if the platform clamped down on her.
“Sports cars just have that allure,” she mused, completing her lap around the vehicle.
The street was known for its culinary delights.
As evening approached, the crowd swelled with hungry patrons.
Parking was at a premium—yet not a single car dared park near this one.
After all, it was a hundred-million-dollar machine!
No one wanted the liability of an accidental scratch.
While Little Streamer snapped pictures, Su Ming and Wang Kai emerged.
A bit tipsy, they were on the hunt for their driver when Su Ming spotted Little Streamer by his car.
With a twinkle in his eye, Su Ming approached, all smiles.
“This car is perfection incarnate, the dream of countless men.”
Little Streamer's hand graced the hood, savoring the unique texture.
Suddenly, the comments in her live stream multiplied.
“Little Streamer, run! You've caught someone's attention!”
“Hard to make out his features, but he looks pretty handsome.”
Startled, Little Streamer spun around and there she was—Hsiao Kemeng, the girl from the other night!
“It's you!”
Both Su Ming and Little Streamer exclaimed in unison.
“Do they know each other?”
“If this were a movie, they'd be destined to fall in love,” the viewers speculated.
Wang Kai, meanwhile, nonchalantly scratched his nose.
He gave Su Ming's shoulder a friendly tap. “My ride's here; I'm heading out.”
“You sure you can make it?”
Su Ming inquired.
“Absolutely,” Wang Kai assured him with a chuckle, his tolerance for alcohol well-known.
Before leaving, Wang Kai leaned in, whispering with a mix of caution and mischief, “Old Su, don't overdo it tonight.”
“Beat it!” Su Ming retorted, laughter in his voice.
Wang Kai's laughter echoed as he strolled to his car, a tune on his lips.
“Thank you so much for last time.”
Little Streamer said with a grateful smile, “If it weren't for you taking me in, I would've definitely caught a serious cold.”
“Don't mention it.”
Su Ming replied with a casual smile.
“Is there something going on between them?”
“Is that guy an actor?”
The audience was set abuzz by Little Streamer's comment, their imaginations running wild.
“You're fond of this car too?”
Little Streamer's eyes were fixed on the Hennessy Venom GT: “This car is truly a top-grade sports car, one of only ten in the world. I never expected to see one here in Eastsea City. Who do you think the owner is?”
Su Ming thought for a moment, then pulled the car keys from his pocket and pressed the unlock button.
The roar of the engine broke the silence, and the taillights flashed on.
“It's quite warm out here. Would you like to go inside and cool off with the AC?”
“This car is yours?”
Little Streamer was taken aback.
She knew Su Ming had money.
He did live in a villa in the city center, after all.
But she had never imagined that he owned this car.
Though the car's price was sky-high, there were certainly many people in the world who could afford to spend hundreds of millions on a car.
For the ultra-rich, money was no object.
But the real catch was that there were only ten of these cars worldwide!
She could hardly believe that Su Ming owned this car!
Wasn't that just incredible?
“Looks like Little Streamer is embarrassed.”
“Little Streamer just said she'd follow the owner of this car. Now that he's right in front of you, what are you waiting for?”
Little Streamer was utterly flabbergasted.
Could this really be happening?
The car was Su Ming's!
“So, you're the Little Streamer.”
Su Ming smiled, clearly amused.
“I am not Little Streamer!”
The teasing tone Su Ming used, along with the recent awkward moment, made her slightly furious.
She stamped her foot in frustration!
Su Ming casually glanced at Little Streamer's phone screen.
“With so few viewers in your livestream, you're definitely Little Streamer!”
He couldn't resist commenting.
Upon hearing this, Little Streamer responded defensively, “Take a good look, I have over 100,000 popularity points!”
Seeing the defiant expression on the Little Streamer's face, Su Ming couldn't help but chuckle.
He had spent some time watching live streams himself and was well-acquainted with the rules of the game.
Popularity and viewer count are two entirely different beasts, aren't they?
The channels of elite streamers might boast a popularity score in the millions, yet their actual live audience might number merely in the tens of thousands.
And here she was, a Little Streamer who had only recently surpassed the ten-thousand-fan mark.
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