Chapter 120: Born Towards Death
The boy, bullied into taking a leave of absence, drank alone in his rental room and didn’t go downstairs for a week.
It felt like returning to the situation after his first relationship, that kind of pain, grievance, and sadness.
He couldn’t understand why his life was so melodramatic. He just wanted to be a good person, live a stable life, and work his way up from being a laborer to opening his own shop, providing stability and peace of mind for himself and his family.
Damn it, his first relationship was already so melodramatic it was beyond words, to a degree that others would never experience in a lifetime.
Why was this second one even more so? Why? Why is it like this? Does being a good person mean being bullied? Does being wholeheartedly good to others mean getting hurt?
Oh heavens! I curse your ancestors! I refuse to accept this! If kindness is the root cause of being bullied, then I’d rather die than yield!
Thinking this, the boy returned to the shop and immediately resigned to the store manager sister. The store manager sister thought the boy had found a new job, but he said no, he just didn’t want to work there anymore. Sometimes, seeing other people’s backs reminded him of Seventy-Six, and it made him very distressed.
Without any other option, the store manager sister immediately agreed to the boy’s resignation and said to him, “I’m sorry, I thought you two would get along well and end up together. I didn’t expect she would actually set you up. Sigh…”
“I know, sister. You always said you’d be my witness at my wedding. It’s not your fault; you meant well, but I just met the wrong person.”
“Don’t take it to heart. Maybe you owed her from a past life.”
“Hmph, I don’t owe her. I am who I am. If there was a past life, I wouldn’t even know what I did, so how could I owe her? If there’s reincarnation, after drinking Meng Po’s soup, you forget everything, so I wouldn’t be the same person from my past life. I don’t owe her anything in this life. On the contrary, I was incredibly good to her.”
Seeing the boy getting a little agitated, the store manager sister quickly comforted him, “Alright, alright. You don’t owe her. I misspoke. Don’t overthink it.”
Hearing this, the boy smiled, “Sister, take care of yourself. I’ll come see you again when I return to Fengtian.”
“Aren’t you going to say goodbye to your sister Yu and the others?”
“No, I’ll come back. I’ll see you all again in the future.”
The boy bid farewell to the work environment that had brought him both happiness and pain.
Upon returning to his hometown, he locked himself in his room. At this time, he was mentally and physically exhausted, burdened with over eighty thousand yuan in debt, and had no income. Even the minimum monthly repayment was difficult.
But he didn’t care. He had no other thoughts about life; only a feeling of unwillingness remained. His idea was simple: he wanted to defeat Seventy-Six on the Hula Baji platform, making Seventy-Six watch him from afar. He wanted to reveal the falsehoods Seventy-Six had spoken and the grievances he had suffered, no longer allowing Seventy-Six to deceive others using him. He also refused to let Seventy-Six continue to trample on his already broken but sincere heart.
After defeating Seventy-Six, he wanted to tell her, under her envious gaze, that streamers are also human, ordinary people, no higher than anyone else!
He was no worse than anyone else; in fact, he was incredibly powerful. When he was serious, he possessed the strength to change everything.
He had only wronged himself out of deep love for another. When he let go of everything, even if he faced heaven, he would still have the courage to punch a hole in it. For this, he would never turn back, even if it meant death.
With this decision to live towards death, the boy downloaded the Hula Baji live broadcast assistant and spent thirty-six yuan online to buy a very rustic background cloth to hang on the wall.
Using his ordinary mobile phone, he started the live broadcast.
By this time, Seventy-Six had already been broadcasting on the Hula Baji platform for a month and a half and had gained some fans. Moreover, this platform favored girls over boys; girls could get a large group of fools to give them gifts and company by just acting cute and saying things like they were single and didn’t necessarily need a partner with money, just someone who was good to them – such deceiving words.
But the boy was not afraid. He feared nothing. He learned quickly in everything since childhood. He didn’t believe he was worse than anyone else, and he was very arrogant and unyielding.
Even knowing it would be difficult, he still believed in himself.
This was because he had always learned from others’ merits that he lacked to improve himself, increasing his own merits while correcting his shortcomings. He once said that no one is perfect, but one can approach perfection. When one’s shining points are many and their shortcomings are few, they are equivalent to a perfect person.
Although the boy didn’t understand anything when he started broadcasting, he persisted in live streaming and chatting with people. Fortunately, people gave him gifts worth hundreds of yuan every day. However, he didn’t know what that represented or how much money he could earn because he didn’t care. What he cared about was the streamer level next to the avatar; he wanted to surpass her!
A few days later, someone from a guild came to his stream and told him that to broadcast on this platform, he needed to join a guild. Only by joining a guild could he connect microphones; otherwise, he could only broadcast alone.
The boy set one condition: he didn’t care about the commission; his only requirement was that no one interfere with him and let him develop on his own.
The guild agreed, but they needed the boy to change his online name to the guild’s name.
From then on, the boy adopted the alias “Peerless Gui Gui.” It wasn’t that the name Gui Gui sounded good, but because he felt that he had been bullied to the point of being neither human nor ghost. He used this name to remind himself that even if he became a ghost, he would climb out of the abyss and defeat everything.
He streamed for over ten hours a day. After finishing his broadcast, he would go to other people’s streams to watch how they spoke and played games, researching how to live stream.
Initially, the boy’s mother didn’t understand what he was doing and always told him to go out for a walk, not stay at home like that, or to go get a job.
This was because every day she saw him not leaving his room, talking to himself in front of his phone and computer. But no matter how she persuaded him, he wouldn’t listen.
When others asked the boy’s mother what her son was doing now, she would say he was staying at home, not doing anything. Others would tell her, “Your son is quite old now. It’s not good for him to stay like this all the time. He should go out and do something, then find a partner and get married.”
It was better not to mention it; whenever this was brought up, the boy’s mother would always inquire about jobs for her son and urge him to go.
The boy didn’t listen to anything and told his mother very solemnly, “Mom, don’t worry about me. Can you please not worry about me?”
Seeing her son like this, the boy’s mother had no choice but to comfort him, “Mom won’t worry about you, but why don’t you go out for a walk? Staying home like this all the time will make you foolish, won’t it? Do you still have money? Mom will give you some money to go out with your buddies for a drink and a meal?”
“I won’t go. Mom, you don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine.”
It wasn’t until after the boy had been streaming for a month and a half that he received his salary for the previous month, with four thousand yuan deposited into his account.
Only then did the boy’s mother realize that her son was live streaming and earning money, and she stopped bothering him.
At this time, the boy still didn’t consider the money. After earning money, he opened two more bank cards and started buying equipment, such as sound cards, webcams, good computer cases, and various game props. Even though he was short on cash, he was willing to spend. He spent as he earned, buying clothes and so on.
He even bought things like a level 3 helmet, pipe elbows, and manual and electric air pumps to make props for balloons exploding on his head.
He began to have many guardians and his own fan family. He also started to indirectly tell the story of how he was bullied. He would say he had a friend who was bullied in a certain way, and in anger, he became a streamer and then what happened.
However, after getting to know him, those people gradually guessed that the boy was actually talking about himself, and eventually, the boy admitted it.
This was because several months had passed, and the boy was no longer afraid. He had stood up for himself; he had surpassed Seventy-Six and was earning over ten thousand yuan a month.
When someone asked the boy’s mother what her son was doing again, she would say, “I don’t understand either. It seems like he’s doing some kind of live streaming thing.”
The other person continued to ask, “Does that earn money?”
The boy’s mother replied, “It didn’t earn money at first. Later, he earned a few thousand a month, and now it seems to be over ten thousand.”
Those who had previously advised the boy’s mother to find a job for her son were astonished upon hearing this, “He can earn that much? Your son is too amazing! What kind of education does he have?”
“He just didn’t continue after junior high school.”
“Oh my! That’s incredible! He’s earning more than those who finished university and are working! Your son is truly amazing. Unlike mine, he works somewhere for a while and then quits, and now he’s just staying at home. Sigh… why don’t you ask your son to teach my youngest brother how to live stream? Let my youngest brother do it with him?”
The boy’s mother smiled, “I’ll go back and ask. I don’t understand it either.”
After the boy’s mother returned home, she told the boy about it. The boy smiled and said, “Hahaha, Mom, if anyone asks you again, just say you don’t understand. Don’t say anything else. It’s not that I don’t want to teach him, but I learned this myself. How can I teach it? Besides, even if I taught him, he couldn’t be as slick-tongued as me. I’ve practiced being clumsy with my words for so many years to become this resilient. If you weren’t naturally good at talking and rambling, there’s no way to teach it.”
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To be honest, what the boy was thinking at this moment was: even if he could teach, he wouldn’t want to. In the beginning, these old bastards said he would just waste away by staying put. Now that they see he’s making money, they want to curry favor. Get lost, damn it, fuck off.
