Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 261

Su Ci returned to her shared apartment, turned on the AC, and used the groceries she’d just bought to cook a simple dinner.

While enjoying her meal, she pulled out her phone and scrolled through short videos. She casually tapped into a group livestream hosted by a cheerful girl.

Playful, lively dancing synced with rhythmic lighting and a catchy BGM filled the screen, alongside a nonstop shower of animated gift effects.

It was easy on the eyes.

Without thinking too much, Su Ci sent a few small gifts worth a couple of bucks, then exited the stream. Her roommate’s recent comments came to mind.

It was summer break. Su Ci’s parents had gone on vacation, her roommate planned to stay near campus to work a summer job, and Su Ci, with nothing better to do, figured she might as well try something new to pass the time.

But she wasn’t exactly the hardworking type. She’d tried a day at a bubble tea shop and already called it quits.

Her roommate had suggested she try livestreaming instead.

“Being a streamer’s way easier! Sit at home with the AC on, chat a little, and boom—fans start throwing money at you. If I had your looks, I’d have started one already!”

“Come on, Su Su, just give it a shot!”

Su Ci had hesitated at first. Streaming just seemed like something for a totally different crowd.

And it wasn’t like she needed the money—her family was well-off, nowhere near broke enough to be chasing tips online.

But after lying around in her dorm for a week, then moving out to co-rent with her roommate, she realized if she didn’t do something soon, she’d rot from boredom.

She couldn’t just go home and be a rent-collecting landlady, right? Her parents weren’t even around. Sitting alone all day would only make things worse.

After dinner, Su Ci browsed a few other streams to get a feel for the general flow and some basic streamer lingo.

There were tons of streaming platforms out there. Since she was just testing the waters, she didn’t overthink which one to use. The video app she was already scrolling on had a streaming feature built in.

To avoid being served up to distant relatives by the all-seeing algorithm, she chose to use her private alt account—no new accounts needed.

She reviewed her profile.

After hiding any identifying info and confirming her avatar, username, and bio were all clean, she connected her Bluetooth earbuds and cautiously tapped “Go Live.”

[Newbie Mukbang Stream – First Place in Preschool Food Fights]

That’s right—Su Ci picked the mukbang track, which had nothing to do with her looks.

The platform had a bunch of different categories: gaming, outdoor, looks, talents, fitness…

After some observation, Su Ci realized the “looks” category was the hardest to survive in.

While beauty streamers didn’t always bring real content like the talent category, they were still stacked—good looks, curvy bodies, flexible poses, sing, dance, you name it.

The looks section had high traffic and high competition. Su Ci didn’t want the pressure, so she picked the mukbang zone where she could just sit and eat.

Since her account had no posts or followers, the platform didn’t push her stream.

She waited a few minutes. No viewers came in. So, she started fiddling with the stream features.

PK, co-stream, room decorations, mods… She clicked through everything—figured it was better to study up now than panic later when people started joining.

Most of the functions made sense. For the stuff she didn’t understand, she looked up guides on her phone.

Then she tapped the ultimate sin: beauty filters.

[Washed-Up Male Idol has entered the stream]
[Ultraman has entered the stream]

Su Ci stared at the horrifying figure on her tablet screen: ghostly pale, overly contoured face, deep eye sockets, blood-red lips, skin so airbrushed even her mom wouldn’t recognize her.

How did you even adjust this thing?

She fumbled around in mild panic, still trying to be polite.

“Welcome, Washed-Up Male Idol and Ultraman, to Su Su’s mukbang stream. I’m a newbie and it’s my first day—thanks for bearing with me!”

[Ultraman: A newbie mukbang? Yeah, you look real new. Where’s your food? Don’t tell me you’re planning to eat the Seven Dwarfs or something.]

Su Ci pulled the food tray in front of her.

“No children on the menu. Everything’s here. It’s kind of last minute today, so I didn’t prepare much. I thought I’d wait for more viewers to join before eating. Mind chatting a bit first?”

The glossy white porcelain tray was packed full.

Peeled durian, a bunch of plump green grapes, two yellow lemons, half a mini watermelon, and some chocolate lava cubes, icy jelly desserts, and other light snacks.

Plenty of variety, but not a huge quantity. And it was all pretty basic—not exactly thrilling content.

[Ultraman: Are you serious? That’s it? Tiny appetite much?]

“Not enough? I’ll prep more next time.”

For Su Ci, that was already a lot for a late-night snack. But compared to the mukbang pros—most of whom had beastly appetites—her portion looked laughable.

[Ultraman: Your voice is really nice. Honest advice? Kill the cam and just do ASMR.]

Su Ci was still struggling with the beauty settings. She glanced at the comment and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Thanks, I’ll think about it.”

After a painful struggle, she didn’t end up looking any better. In fact, the already ridiculous filter somehow got worse, achieving an entirely new level of abstract art.

[Ultraman: You’re a college student, right? The corporate energy’s invading the streaming world now, huh. (Lights cigarette)]

Su Ci could tell he was being passive-aggressive. She was about to just switch off the filter when the previously silent Washed-Up Male Idol spoke.

[Washed-Up Male Idol: Turn off the V-shaped face and big eyes. Dial everything else down. Pick a clean, natural makeup filter. Set a front-facing light, and if you can, add a chin light and a hair light.]

Su Ci immediately followed his instructions.

Her only lighting was a desk lamp and a flashlight. Still, after adjusting as he described, the streaming effect was shockingly good.

“Thanks for the beauty tutorial, Idol. You were so quiet earlier I thought you were a bot the platform assigned—my bad~”

If he weren’t just a viewer, she’d have sent him a tip right then just for that advice.

[Washed-Up Male Idol: No problem. It’s because you’ve got a solid base to begin with.]

[Ultraman gifted Streamer a Fan Badge ×1] (6 diamonds; 1 diamond = 1 RMB)

[Ultraman: Live face swap in action. Yeah, it’s a filter, but still—pretty damn impressive.]

In this industry, aside from a few mavericks, no one streamed without filters. Even Ultraman, who’d seen it all, had to admit this newbie looked stunning.

Su Ci hadn’t expected to get her first fan this quickly. She smiled and thanked him.

“Thanks for the fan badge, Ultraman. Here, have a piece of Musang King durian.”

[Ultraman: Are you for real? You can afford Musang King? I’m living off 2,500 a month! I quit! Refund me! (Hmph)]

Realizing he was joking, Su Ci didn’t take it seriously.

“I remember exactly who gave me mantou and who gave me punches. Whoever’s at the top of the gift board eats first.”

[Ultraman: Now that’s more like it. (Lights cigarette)]

[Washed-Up Male Idol gifted Streamer Durian Mille Crêpes ×10] (100 diamonds)

[Washed-Up Male Idol: Thank you, Streamer. Make sure you eat some yourself too. If it’s not enough, buy more.]*

[Ultraman: Wait—where’s my spot at the top? I barely had time to warm the seat!]

Su Ci blinked at the chat.

“Huh? Is ‘Streamer’ a banned word now?”

Censorship sure was cracking down hard lately.

Note:
*All livestream elements are fictional. Any similarities to real platforms are coincidental.
1 diamond = 1 RMB = 10 contribution points.