Chapter 826: Chapter 345 Happy Birthday to Me_3

Once Yuji is really forced to quit streaming…

Shit!

How immense would the fame and traffic be?!

Fu Daiheng was already losing it, panting heavily, his body trembling uncontrollably. Clearly, he had also envisioned that beautiful scene.

But Jin Yucheng still maintained his composure, patiently asking, “How can we be sure you won’t join the match?”

Turbid Dog Number Three: “You can’t be sure. So, I’ll give you a 20 million blood bar advantage. Is that enough?”

“Whoa!” A certain chubby watcher exclaimed during the live stream, “Dog Emperor is so domineering. Twenty million–it’s enough to earn me a two-year salary…”

Excited people weren’t limited to just him; everyone who heard these words treated them as the most swaggering declaration in the history of live streaming.

Jin Yucheng almost agreed, but his inherent caution held him back, leaving him hesitating.

Could Turbid Dog’s confidence be too reckless?

At this moment, Pei Shuyu realized the opponent was indeed wavering at a crossroads. Though she did not understand where Su Huai’s confidence came from, she was willing to completely trust it.

So, at this critical juncture, she took over with dominance.

“As your senior, I personally will give you an additional 10 million. Is that enough? If you want to replace me, this is your one and only chance!”

“Holy shit! Blown away!”

Countless streamers exclaimed at their screens, awed by Big Sister Yu’s imposing momentum.

Zhen Ji instinctively turned his head to look aside.

Immediately after, Jin Yucheng’s vicious voice rang out: “Fine! If you want to humiliate yourselves, I’ll gladly oblige!”

Su Huai chuckled softly, sending out two words as barrage: “Hehe.”

In faint purple text, there wasn’t the slightest hint of lethal intent–only a sense of disdainful superiority.

Yu Yangyang chimed in excitedly, rallying everyone: “Follow Dog Daddy! Crush them to pieces!”

“Alright, mic off, rally the votes!”

Pei Shuyu manually muted the opponent’s audio, clicked to start the PK match, and a 10-minute countdown appeared in the center of the split screen.

In a flash, the blood bars of both teams surged towards each other like wild bulls.

Less than 20 seconds in, it was 4.47 million versus 8.56 million!

The home team came first–4.47 million belonged to Yuji, while the 8.56 million was Jin Yu’s.

Pei Shuyu only glanced indifferently at the blood bar before calmly remarking, “Keep spending normally, don’t lose your heads. If you win, the glory belongs to you; if you lose, I’ll take the blame.”

As soon as she spoke, the Godly Rich Group exploded in outrage.

“You take the blame, my ass! As if losing wouldn’t get us mocked!”

“Exactly! I’m going all in!”

“Just imagining losing and never seeing Yuyu again makes my fingers tremble uncontrollably. One tremble is an entire dragon; trembling again, another dragon. Damn, I don’t know if I can hold out for the full ten minutes!”

The chatroom bubbled with excitement, but Yuji didn’t sit idle–she delivered a heartfelt speech.

“Honestly, this kind of forced spending is unfair. The other side’s clearly in it for the fame. The guild pays, the girl doesn’t get a dime, and all the funds go back.

But on my side, it’s all real, hard-earned money–a dollar at a time–supporting me genuinely. Win or lose, the money ends up in my hands; the company won’t deduct a single cent.

After one PK match like this, I’m the only one profiting handsomely. And who knows how many days of hardship it costs you all–it makes me deeply uncomfortable inside.

If I truly get forced to quit streaming, do I lose?

I don’t lose.

Back when I just started streaming, I often thought: Do I even deserve for you all to spend so much money on me?

Later on, Dog Daddy explained the rationale behind it all to me.

Streamers are here to bring you entertainment–we’re symbols placed on pedestals by you. If you want to win, if you relish that joy of victory, then I must grit my teeth and push forward to stay at the top, crushing one challenger after another.

Victory belongs to me, but also to you. Losses belong to me, but they make you suffer too.

We are the most interconnected group when it comes to shared honor and disgrace. Yet, you can quit the game when you’re tired, or switch to cheering for someone else; but no matter how exhausted I get, I must keep going for the majority’s sake.

So you see, I understand all of this; I’ve done my work beautifully and am a great streamer.

Still, everything should have limits.

Within the streaming world, any behavior is okay. But if it crosses the line, then we need to reflect and pull back.

Longtime friends know–I’m definitely not someone who’s materialistic.

Mansions, luxury cars, designer goods, gourmet food–I’m not fixated on any of that. My basic needs are simple, practical.

The only thing I truly want is a career that belongs to me–a job through which I can be independent, confident, graceful, live with purpose, and ensure my survival.

And honestly, I’ve already achieved that. My position is stable now, so when you all want to spend money recklessly, I try to stop you.

It’s unnecessary.

Going overboard for me is unnecessary. Spending impulsively for me is even more unnecessary. You should learn to only pay for your own emotions.

If I cheer you up, you reward me. Or, if every aspect of me delights you and you coincidentally have spare cash lying around, then go ahead–treat yourself to a bit of joy.

Today, my attitude remains the same. Play how you want. Spend how you wish. I won’t scream my voice hoarse asking for votes, forcing the big donors to give up money meant for important matters, nor will I clean out the wallets of friends of friends–all just to win some absurd PK match.

If winning requires that, then I’d rather lose.

That said, winning or losing is a collective matter. I can’t detach myself completely from it.

Yet, for me to top up money out of my own pocket and donate to myself–if word of that gets out, it’ll sound pathetic, as if this top streamer is made of clay.

So you should spend within your means, and I won’t contribute myself. After the match ends, regardless of the outcome, I’ll hand out a 10 million red envelope to offset the 10 million blood bar advantage I gave to the opposing side.

Red envelopes won’t be distributed blanketly–only to level-eight fans. Consider it a minimal token of appreciation for you all.

And then, if fate dictates I step back from streaming, I’ll return to being a manager. If the heavens want me to keep riding the wave, then we’ll keep playing together.

Are my words clear enough?

Alright, enough with the nonsense–don’t get all emotional on me. I’ve got a headache. Just wish me happy birthday, plain and simple.”

In an instant, the screen was bursting with birthday cakes, celebratory fireworks, and one sincere wish after another…

Happy Birthday, Yuji.

At that moment, Pei Shuyu’s face glowed with a charm unrelated to money, radiating beauty that beguiled the world and dazzled brilliantly.