The Top-Tier Alpha Asked Me for a Contract Relationship - Chapter 1

It was 11:47 PM.

A routine-mode mecha game battlefield had already lasted for a full 2 hours and 47 minutes, and it was currently still ongoing.

In the game interface, over a thousand players had already been eliminated, leaving only the last two players lurking in the grass, observing each other.

Miaodian TV, Embers Game Live Zone—

A certain blonde streamer was watching the game from a God-view perspective, yawning from sleepiness.

He gave a concise evaluation: “Boring. Truly camping.”

At the same time, fans and trolls were flying across his chat room; the bullet comments were a mess, too chaotic to look at.

【Wife is so beautiful, prprpr】

【Little Golden Retriever, only your mouth is tough. If you have the guts, why don’t you try?】

【Babe, the lighting in the room is so dark, I can’t see your face clearly. Turn on the light and let us see!】

【Even if he’s camping, he’s better than you, right? A streamer in the Embers zone who doesn’t even know how to play Embers—it’s honestly making me laugh. Aside from your face, you’re worthless. Why come to the game zone to clout-chase? Why not just roll over to the entertainment zone to sing and dance?】

“Who said a game streamer must know how to play the game?”

The blonde streamer leaned his head on his hand, his fox-like eyes carrying a hint of lazy disdain. The brightness of the photon screen reflected his facial contours, making them look smooth and beautiful.

He wore a punchable expression on his face: “I’m just an Omega with weak mental strength; I’m not suited for piloting mechas. But I have the ability to analyze mechas—it’s enough that I’m more eloquent than you all.”

【Holy crap, you actually think you’re in the right?】

【Yes, yes, yes, as long as you have a mouth, it’s fine.】

【Does this game even need a commander?】

【How does this kid dare to open his mouth? The ability to analyze mechas is something only high-level players and Embers mecha designers have. Are you even worthy?】

Anti-fans launched doubts and ridicule at him, clamoring incessantly in the chat room, which in turn drew dissatisfaction from his fans. Both sides quickly began to argue; the live room was a complete mess, with smoke and fire rising everywhere.

The blonde streamer ignored them and spoke lazily: “Guess who wins this round?”

“Want to place a bet?”

As soon as he finished speaking, as if he had planned it long ago, his hands moved quickly to open a gambling pool in the live room.

—This was an interactive game method set up by Miaodian TV for streamers to engage with viewers. The bets were usually on small questions, and the stakes didn’t require real money; one could participate using “Miaodian Beans” obtained for free through daily check-ins.

He directly entered two options into the betting box: “Cloud Shadow Mecha Player Wins” and “Sun Hunter Mecha Player Wins.” Then, he was the first to bet his entire net worth—an all-in investment of 100,000 Miaodian Beans—on “Sun Hunter Mecha Player Wins.”

“Put all your net worth on it. Whoever loses is a grandson.”

“Don’t dawdle. If you don’t bet now, they’ll finish the fight. You guys aren’t scared, are you?”

【Damn, Wen Yu, you kid are playing the provocation card again, aren’t you?】

【A bet is a bet! Whoever loses has to kneel and call the other ‘Daddy’!】

【This Sun Hunter mecha obviously can’t win. This streamer only has this much capability, what is he acting for?】

【…Damn it, I’m not playing. This ‘vase’ streamer has freakishly good luck; he wins every time. Last time I lost everything at his place, I’m quitting gambling!】

The streamer’s fans immediately shot back.

【Winning every time is called luck? You trolls really have stiff mouths.】

The blonde streamer on camera was named Wen Yu, an Omega.

The atmosphere of his live room had always been like this, with the number of fans and anti-fans being almost equal.

This was his third year of streaming on and off. Previously, he only streamed for fun and didn’t make a living from it, only going full-time after graduating from university six months ago.

Since going full-time, the number of his anti-fans had increased day by day.

The reason was that Wen Yu’s flaws were very obvious.

He was sharp-tongued, annoying, and lacked manners.

It was unknown whether he was intentionally trying to take the “black-and-red” route to stir up hype, but he would—intentionally or unintentionally—provoke some big shots from the entertainment circle, the nobility, and the upper-class business world, attracting a large group of anti-fans.

Anti-fans would feel their teeth itch with annoyance just by seeing him, wanting to chase him across ten streets to strike him dumb.

In the words of the anti-fans, even a dog would want to kick him twice upon seeing him.

But his fan base was also not small.

Being beautiful and good-looking was only one of the reasons; another reason was his high education and intelligence.

Wen Yu graduated from the Imperial Military Academy, majoring in the Department of Mecha Research and Design.

The game Embers had a strong correlation with reality; it wasn’t hard to see that he indeed knew a thing or two about his understanding of mechas.

Soon, in the game footage, the last two players began their head-on confrontation.

Extremely realistic holographic special effects exploded in front of them, kicking up a sharp wave of sand and dust.

Five minutes later, the battlefield interface dimmed.

The system popped up the settlement screen—

Sun Hunter Mecha Wins.

Wen Yu immediately sat up straight and clicked the screen twice—

Close the pool, settle the accounts, and make a bloody fortune in Miaodian Beans!

Looking at the backend settlement data, he was a bit smug. He raised an eyebrow at the live room and leaned back lazily again.

Greetings from the anti-fans quickly flooded the entire screen, bitterly cursing the Cloud Shadow mecha player for being useless and frantically smashing their keyboards:

【Darn, this guy is really a noob!!!】

【Little Golden Retriever, what are you smiling at? Look at you acting all capable!!】

【I’m not convinced! Have the guts to open another round?】

Wen Yu flipped them the middle finger: “Forget it. Opportunities don’t come every day. If you want to give me money, come back next time. Grandsons.”

The anti-fans were so angry they nearly coughed up blood, and their stress response became even more intense.

In contrast, Wen Yu’s fans burst into loud laughter.

【Hahaha, I warned you guys long ago not to go against the streamer. Exactly how many times do you have to lose before you’ll learn your lesson?】

【Is it that hard to admit Wen Yu is awesome?】

【Our baby is so great, mwah mwah mwah mwah!】

The anti-fans mocked and fired back—

【Give it a rest, isn’t it just one game round? Stop the cringey overhyping. If he really had capability, why don’t you go ask if the Military District would take him?】

—This was a long-standing controversy in Wen Yu’s live room.

Both sides had never been able to argue anything new out of it, but as long as it was mentioned, it would inevitably lead to a fierce fight.

True top students who graduated from the Imperial Military Academy would enter the Military District to work directly after graduation.

But Wen Yu did not.

He was just a “vase” streamer who was useless at everything except analyzing game mechas.

Seeing that the chat was about to start another fight, Wen Yu said nothing.

He looked at the messy, overlapping text of the bullet comments, and his beautiful, slightly upturned eyebrows suddenly furrowed.

A wave of subtle, stinging pain hit him from deep within his gland.

He raised his hand and rubbed the back of his neck nonchalantly, his expression somewhat irritable.

It just so happened that the instant meal heating in the kitchen was ready. Wen Yu ignored the signal his body was sending him, pretending not to sense that bit of pain. Like a person with nothing wrong, he closed the spectating page.

Soon, he emerged from the kitchen carrying a low-priced instant meal box. While eating, he opened SNS and began browsing today’s hot searches.

The chat room, which had been noisy just a moment ago, suddenly went half-silent upon seeing this.

The act of “opening SNS” was like a dangerous signal for both fans and anti-fans.

The fans thought in terror and alertness—

Is this kid about to play with fire again?!

Passersby might not understand, but Wen Yu’s fans and anti-fans knew the drill well.

Most of Wen Yu’s “black material” originated from the intermittent bouts of sharp-tonguedness and “itchy hands” he suffered while randomly scrolling through hot lists, videos, and various news.

For example, when scrolling to a piece of entertainment news, he would suddenly mouth off and complain about someone’s dark history.

When scrolling to a piece of business news, he would issue a cynical sneer.

When scrolling to a piece of groundless hearsay, he would casually give it a “like” using his main account.

Behaviors like these had led to him offending a large number of people.

Furthermore, every time he stirred up trouble, the live room would be in a state of chaos for at least half a month.

His fans almost had PTSD; their posture for picking up keyboards to charge into battle was more practiced than pulling down their pants to use the toilet. They often tore into anti-fans from the live room to SNS, and then linked up with various major forum sections to fight long, protracted wars.

Therefore, when they saw him open SNS, the fans all felt a slight hitch in their breath…

Are we going to have to scrap another keyboard tonight?

Wen Yu’s palms were sweating slightly, one hand still rubbing the back of his neck, occasionally tilting his head back like a patient with cervical spondylosis. The continuous, subtle stinging at his gland made his mood extremely poor, and his eating speed became very slow.

He looked at the hot list expressionlessly, appearing unable to empathize with the nervous emotions of his fans.

After looking at two social news stories and three entertainment gossip items, he still remained silent.

Until he scrolled to the sixth one.

Wen Yu’s fingertips paused. He looked calm on the surface, but his expression underwent a subtle change.

The fans had an ominous premonition.

Wen Yu narrowed his eyes and clicked on a topic related to the “Imperial General.”

One could see that in the live broadcast, Wen Yu’s expression gradually collapsed.

The pain continuously spreading from his gland, the gradually rising body temperature, and a certain thirsty desire triggered by his genes made him feel a great deal of resentment toward the name in this topic.

His beautiful, lake-blue eyes scanned the page a few more times, appearing displeased with the article and the flattering remarks in the comment section…

Especially when he saw the text emphatically praising a certain person’s genes and pheromones, the little chicken leg in his mouth didn’t even taste good as he chewed it.

Wen Yu looked at the screen with an ambiguous expression.

Not long after, as expected by the anti-fans, he wore a chilly expression and squeezed out a sound of dissatisfaction from his nose—

“Tch.”