Any 'normal' streamer, faced with such a generous donation and a request for contact information, would likely jump at the chance to connect with the donor, or even eagerly pursue the opportunity. After all, pleasing their top spender is often seen as the key to earning even more money.
In reality, most streamers have some kind of unspoken relationship with their Top Rank Fan—or perhaps their Second Top Rank Fan.
At the very least, even if a streamer had no intention of taking shortcuts, they should have agreed to the request. They could have given out a burner account and ignored any subsequent messages, which would have been far better than Robin's current approach. At least it wouldn't have embarrassed the donor.
To survive in this industry, emotional intelligence is essential. Take, for example, the Handsome God of the North Sea, whom Robin had just banned. He was a moderately well-known wealthy patron on Kuaishou, often seen on the fan leaderboards of many top streamers. Yet he gave Robin a substantial gift only to receive an immediate ban in return.
In a way, Robin's refusal to take shortcuts wasn't just about staying true to herself—she was actively creating obstacles for her own streaming career.
But that was precisely the heart of the matter. Robin neither knew nor cared to know who the "Handsome God of the North Sea" was. She couldn't be bothered to find out, nor did she give a damn whether he tried to sabotage her streaming career or make things difficult for her.
Ultimately, it all came down to those three words: "she didn't care." Most streamers treated this as their job, naturally trying to please their viewers to earn money. Who would willingly turn down easy cash?
But Robin wasn't streaming for the money. In her past life, she would have needed to save for a house, a car, and to support her parents. That meant enduring humiliating lectures from her bosses in silence. But now? She simply had no need for wealth.
Schools used graduation certificates as leverage to force students to comply with pointless and exhausting rules. Companies used salaries to compel workers to toil day and night, working themselves to exhaustion.
But Robin had no such vulnerabilities. She couldn't be threatened.
When a student stops prioritizing a graduation certificate, the worst that can happen is expulsion. What's so scary about that? When a worker isn't desperate for money, overtime? Hell no! I'm the boss here. If necessary, I'll find another job. If all else fails, I'll stay home. Who's going to put up with this bullshit?
Robin's situation was similar. Because she had no ulterior motives, she didn't care about social niceties and showed no mercy in the recent incident.
However, while Robin was learning the song, the matter was far from over. In an upscale residential complex in Qingcheng, a bespectacled, overweight man slammed his mouse onto the desk in a fit of rage.
"Fuck!"
Unsurprisingly, this was none other than the Handsome God of the North Sea, the account Robin had casually banned earlier. Despite his grandiose username, the man himself was hideously ugly—likely the very reason he chose such an ironic moniker.
Though fate had denied him physical attractiveness, it had compensated him with immense wealth. He frequented the live streams of countless female streamers, leveraging his financial power to bed many beautiful women whom ordinary viewers could only admire from afar.
Even the rare streamer who resisted his monetary advances still greeted him with a smile. It was no exaggeration to say that in all his years of watching live streams, this was the first time he had ever truly "fallen flat on his face."
"How dare she block me?! What right does she have? How could she!" The Handsome God of the North Sea gritted his teeth, glaring at the screen. The girl inside ignored the bullet comments, refused to interact with the audience, and eventually stopped even acknowledging new gifts. Instead, she simply lowered her head and hummed softly.
Normally, a live stream like this wouldn't attract many viewers. But the reality was quite the opposite: the stream's popularity steadily climbed, and the audience grew larger by the minute.
Part of the reason was Robin's earnestness, which made her undeniably adorable. Her captivating looks alone were enough to keep viewers hooked, but most were eagerly awaiting her next song, anticipating that heavenly voice!
Notably, some of the viewers had entered the stream specifically because of the UFO gifts sent by the Handsome God of the North Sea. The mere thought of this twisted his face into an even uglier expression.
"Damn it! You'll pay for this!" he hissed menacingly. This wasn't an empty threat; he truly had the power. With his extensive connections, he could easily contact top music streamers and have them trash-talk this newcomer during their broadcasts. It would be child's play.
But the Handsome God of the North Sea wasn't satisfied. He decided to unleash his ultimate weapon: his "trump card."
He immediately pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Xiao Li, it's me. I need you to dox someone. Same price as before. I'll transfer the money right away."
"Got it, boss! I'll get all her info neatly compiled and send it to you right away!" Xiao Li replied cheerfully, delighted to have another job.
The two were seasoned partners. To the Handsome God of the North Sea, Xiao Li was a highly skilled hacker whose expertise he trusted. To Xiao Li, the Handsome God of the North Sea was a generous client who paid well and usually targeted streamers—easy targets with minimal risk.
What could be better than a simple, quick, and lucrative job like this?
Xiao Li drained the remaining half-can of cola, tossed it carelessly onto the cluttered floor, stretched his fingers, and got to work. But unlike previous jobs, as time passed, his brow furrowed slightly. This firewall was ridiculously tough, unlike anything he'd encountered before.
Just as he was fiercely battling the digital defenses, a sudden "knock knock knock" echoed through the room.
"Who is it?" he snapped irritably.
Time passed slowly. As the Handsome God of the North Sea continued watching Robin's live stream, awaiting news about the doxing, a knock echoed at his door.
"Who is it?" he muttered, approaching the door with a puzzled expression. When he opened it, two men in black uniforms stood before him, their gazes cold and unwavering.
"H-he's the one! He ordered me to do it! I swear I don't know anything else!" Beside the black-clad men, a short, hunched-over boy—barely five feet tall—pointed a trembling finger at the Handsome God of the North Sea. It was undoubtedly Xiao Li.
The black-clad man spoke coldly, "So, you're the one who attempted to breach the Bureau of Anomalous Investigations' internal database?"