After The Web Novel Great God Transmigrated As A Scummy Online Dating Top - Chapter 18

Chapter 18

After a collaborative livestream ended, Lin Muxue’s follower count increased by over three thousand.

While the number didn’t seem massive, it was quite impressive compared to the live viewership and the actual “active” follower bases of creators like Sister Cai. Furthermore, she received a substantial amount in tips. Before signing an official contract, the platform took a 50% cut; even so, she had earned over 400 yuan in those two hours.

It wasn’t a fortune, but it was enough to cover the cost of the treat she had paid for earlier that day.

With that thought, Lin Muxue suppressed the urge to sigh. After finishing the post-stream review and finalizing the script for the next session with Zhou Jiajia and the others in the YY voice room, she didn’t rush to log off the Black Cat streaming platform. Instead, she began browsing through various channels, pulling up the leaderboards to observe other streamers.

Some streamers were offline at this hour. She continued scrolling until she reached the eSports channel, where she noticed a room on the homepage’s prime recommendation slot titled “DM—Chuchu.”

Upon clicking in, what grabbed her attention first wasn’t the streamer’s voice, but a hand.

A hand dancing across a keyboard.

Lin Muxue suspected she had a slight “hand fetish.” When looking at people, she tended to focus on their hands. If a hand was clean, fair, with elegantly shaped knuckles and a perfect balance of bone and flesh, she would inevitably develop an initial liking for that person.

Without a doubt, the hand on camera possessed smooth, fluid lines and a perfect harmony of skin and bone. As it tapped against the black keyboard, the contrast of black and white created a striking visual impact, exuding a sharp, powerful sense of beauty.

Lin Muxue admired the hand for a moment before realizing this was the stream of a professional eSports player. Judging by the chat, concurrent viewers, and follower count, this was a famous “Great God” in the gaming world.

Though she never played games, Lin Muxue’s interest was piqued. She stopped her browsing and quietly stayed in the room, curiously watching the game interface and trying to decipher this unfamiliar world.

The game was a popular tower-defense style (MOBA) that had been trending for the last two years. Chuchu was playing an assassin. Having just finished clearing the jungle, Chuchu briefly showed herself in the enemy’s vision in the top lane, then used her superior map awareness to take a shortcut through the enemy jungle, crouching in a bush between the middle and bottom lanes.

Despite her lack of gaming knowledge, Lin Muxue watched for a while and noted the map was divided into three lanes—top, middle, and bottom—plus the jungle. Seeing each hero farming in their own areas, she understood that Chuchu was lying in wait on the path the enemy mid-laner would take to support the bottom lane.

Once settled in the bush, Chuchu began whispering to her audience in a low mutter: “Shh, don’t make a sound. We’re just hiding here quietly. The enemy jungler started from the bottom side, so they must be in the top jungle now. My little appearance just now should keep the jungler and top-laner camping there for at least thirty seconds…”

As if speaking too loudly would let the enemies hear her, Chuchu’s voice was barely a breath—a sign of a professional player deeply immersed in the game.

Just as she finished speaking, the enemy mid-laner cleared their wave and vanished. Thinking the enemy jungler was busy in the top lane, the mid-laner hugged the wall to stay out of sight, intending to support the bottom lane. Just as they reached the riverbank bush near their side, a chain suddenly locked around their neck…

Having successfully executed the “bush gank,” Chuchu let out a silly, infectious giggle, sounding like a mischievous honey badger. The cunning she showed while camping in the bush was gone, replaced by pure glee: “I told you, the most fun thing in gaming is bush-camping!” It was a pity such opportunities were rare in professional matches, so she made sure to enjoy it during her private streams.

The fans were equally entertained, and the chat moved at lightning speed.

23333 A top-tier jungler actually camping in a bush? Chuchu is the best! Yay YayHahaha, enemy mid-laner: ??? WTF! Eeeek, Chuchu is so naughty, playing with ‘bondage’ like that~~~

Chuchu would occasionally glance at the chat and pick a comment to reply to: “Hey now, don’t scare me! I’m clearly using a whip!”

“Hahaha, I’m just giving the enemy mid-laner an early taste of how cruel society can be.”

Chuchu 66666 Chuchu, how long are you streaming today? Wait, Chuchu is practicing jungle today? Is she planning to steal Donggua’s jungle spot? Did Chuchu follow a new CV? Are you interested in Voice Acting lately?

Chuchu glanced at the screen and said casually with a smile, “Yeah, I suddenly realized some people’s voices are so good they could make your ears pregnant. I’ve developed a bit of an interest.”

This prompted fans to start recommending their favorite CVs, with some even suggesting downloads to use as alarm clocks.

The chat flew by as Chuchu chatted idly. Lin Muxue watched the rhythmic movement of her fingers and the action on the screen, not paying much mind to this brief interlude in the conversation.

By the time the stream was ending, Lin Muxue realized she had been watching for nearly an hour.

Lin Muxue: “…”

She tried to recall what she had learned. She felt like she had seen everything, yet nothing at all. She couldn’t grasp a single concrete memory of the gameplay.

Em…

Never mind. Just consider it an hour of zoning out to clear my head.

Unknown to her, the follower count on her own Black Cat profile was steadily climbing.

…

Before bed, she circled a date on her bedside calendar. Waking up the next morning, she watered the flowers and loosened the soil in the yard. After some light activity and preparing breakfast, Lin Muxue began consciously cultivating a disciplined writing routine.

When she had work on her plate, she tended to live a reclusive life.

On the Green Dog website, her novel The Mystery Case Files had been on the charts for two days. The response was excellent; her collections were approaching 7,000, with an increase of about 1,000 per day—a somewhat staggering growth rate.

However, given the boost from the Newcomer Chart and the “New Work Express” recommendation from her editor, Lyuliu, combined with the hilarious rumor circulating in the novel community about someone “accidentally buying hype for the wrong person,” the growth was actually quite logical.

She wrote 30,000 words in the morning and 20,000 in the afternoon. Having met her daily quota, Lin Muxue uploaded the drafts to her storage and checked the comment section.

The comments were generally split into three types:

1. 1. People discussing plot clues.

1. 1. People joking about the “wrongly bought hype” incident.

1. 1. And finally…

Lin Muxue adjusted her plain-glass spectacles and scrolled past the long threads of readers complaining about nearly being scared off by the “boring” title of the book.

There was nothing she could do about that. Being able to write a good story didn’t mean she was good at naming them. She’d just have to make do—it wasn’t like she could change the name now, right?

Eager to earn money since there were only about ten days left in the month, Lin Muxue boosted her word count and contacted her editor that afternoon to discuss entering the “VIP” (paid) program.

Lyuliu was surprised: Going VIP so soon? Your data is growing well. If you wait a few more days until next week’s charts, you could potentially hit number one on the ‘Rising Stars’ chart right after going VIP.

Lin Muxue didn’t hesitate: The current position is good enough. I’ll use high-frequency updates to push the rankings later.

Since she was set on it, Lyuliu didn’t insist and set up the VIP application for two days later.

After posting the notice on her book’s landing page, Lin Muxue went to the YY voice room to meet Zhou Jiajia and the others for tonight’s collaborative stream.

This streaming event was set to last a month, with rankings calculated weekly. The top three would receive platform rewards and promotion. Initially, Zhou Jiajia and the others had a “salted fish” (lazy) attitude, just happy to get whatever crumbs of traffic they could.

However, since they were currently trending in their specific category, they had broken into the top ten. The momentum hadn’t stopped; though slow, they were definitely rising.

They had no hope for this week’s ranking, but perhaps they could push for the top three before the event ended?

Spurred by this, the group became more motivated, spending their free time in the YY room rehearsing scripts.

When Lin Muxue entered, her mic was off. The sharp-tongued Hu Liye was the first to ask: “Qianshan, do you know the eSports streamer Chuchu?”

Lin Muxue froze, her mind racing for a moment before she remembered who Chuchu was.

Aside from that one hour on the first day, Lin Muxue hadn’t gone back. While she liked the woman’s hands, she wasn’t obsessed—she was the type to stop and look if she happened to pass by, but she wouldn’t seek it out.

Lin Muxue turned on her mic: “No, why?”

The user ‘Lovely Girl Moe’ said: “In our last few streams, that Chuchu has been lurking in our room. She even gave us a shout-out on her own stream when a fan asked about us.”

Lin Muxue gave an “Oh.” Sister Cai laughed and asked: “You didn’t know? She’s been following you for days, and you still haven’t followed her back. No wonder some of the comments yesterday were weird—probably her fans feeling slighted on her behalf.”

Lin Muxue truly hadn’t noticed.

Zhou Jiajia added: “I checked her out. Chuchu said she really likes your voice. You should probably follow her back. Chuchu is a huge deal—a leading figure in the eSports channel.”

Failing to follow back might cause resentment among the other’s fans.

Lin Muxue thanked them. After two script read-throughs and just before the stream started, she checked her dashboard. Sure enough, a system notification showed that DM—Chuchu had followed her four days ago.

She clicked “Follow Back.” Realizing the recent surge in her followers was likely thanks to Chuchu, Lin Muxue hesitated before sending a polite private message of thanks.

Even if it could be seen as “clinging to a big name,” basic manners were essential.

At the same time Chu Meng received the private message, she also sent out a WeChat message she had carefully drafted after browsing countless online relationship advice threads.