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Wen Siyu was live streaming.
In the small square box at the bottom right corner of the game screen, the camera faced the desk. On the mechanical keyboard lay a pale, delicate hand with slender fingers and smooth, glossy nails that glowed with a healthy, light pink hue.
At this moment, the owner of those hands was clicking the mouse in rapid succession, efficiently taking out minions without missing a single one. Her movements were deft and precise.
The number of viewers in her live stream had reached an unprecedented high and was still climbing steadily by over a dozen per second. But Wen Siyu didn’t have time to pay attention to any of that. All her focus was on the game in front of her, her eyes not daring to blink even once.
She was soloing against Jiang Yujing, the recently retired world’s number one esports player, SEER himself.
A one-on-one duel.
Her opponent was a leading figure in the esports scene, a soul player, and an undisputed god-tier talent. Wen Siyu’s nerves were taut, her back slightly stiff, and her right palm gripping the mouse began to sweat.
She chuckled lightly, trying to ease her tension: “This match is going to be solid.”
No sooner had the words left her mouth than her actions faltered, causing her to miss two minions. She panicked for a split second, advancing forward impulsively.
From her earpiece came a deep, low chuckle from the man. Wen Siyu immediately grew alert. Sure enough, the next moment, the hero controlled by Jiang Yujing—who had been leisurely farming minions at a safe distance—suddenly charged forward, unleashing a barrage of devastating skills directly onto her champion.
Wen Siyu quickly turned tail and ran, attempting to throw a control skill in retaliation during the retreat.
But it was too late.
From the moment she missed those minions, the delicate balance of the match had been shattered. Jiang Yujing transformed from a docile kitten into a ferocious leopard, seizing the opportunity without hesitation, pouncing mercilessly on her. In the end, he towered-dived straight through her turret and obliterated her with one final blow.
Never in a million years did she expect him to tower-dive like that.
Wen Siyu stared at her hero lying pitifully dead on the cold ground of Summoner’s Rift, replaying how she died in her mind. She felt like a salted fish who had lost all dreams.
She opened the live stream chat and reported the outcome in a flat tone: “I got wrecked. No need to comfort me—it’s not my fault. The enemy’s just way too good.”
Instantly, her chat exploded with messages:
[Hahahaha, “this match is going to be solid.”]
[Did our girl feed SEER some toxic milk today?]
[Sis, your plays are spicy as always. Don’t give up—you’re still the fattest one around.]
[Haha, our baby’s upset. Baby, let’s go back to the Chinese server and dominate there. We don’t need to play with them here in Korea anymore.]
[Wait, I heard my future husband SEER got bodied mid-lane? Who? Who did it? Come out and solo me! Oh, it’s SEER? Never mind then.]
[SEER-samaaaaaaaa!!!]
[SEER-sama’s blade remains sharp! Hurry back to pro play soon!]
After reading that last comment, Wen Siyu sneered, her voice dripping with both vindictive satisfaction and the bitterness of being perpetually single. “SEER-sama doesn’t have time for pro play. He’s too busy playing support for his girlfriend.”
The man, who had remained silent until now, slowly responded, “That solo match earlier? My girlfriend helped me win it.”
“…………”
Everyone in the esports community knew that after Jiang Yujing retired, his livestreams became a daily showcase of public displays of affection (PDA).
It was like a dagger piercing her chest—white blade in, red blade out. A sharp pain shot through Wen Siyu’s heart, and she metaphorically spat out a mouthful of blood. Her voice returned to its usual monotone as she said, “Even a streamer’s dignity has limits. I’ll quietly go back to being a devoted fan of my beloved Mr. Jiang Xu. Goodbye everyone, no time to wave. See you in the next life when you’ll still be my waifus.”
With that, she turned off the stream, opened her browser, and posted a tweet.
[LuckyCarp4YJ: Lost the solo match; questioning my life decisions. Starting tomorrow, I’m ghosting my streams and going to cultivate immortality instead. From now on, I’m officially enemies with @JiangYujingSEER till death do us part.]
Without a shred of guilt, Wen Siyu confidently ghosted her audience, closed her main Weibo account, and switched to her alternate account.
Thus began her covert daily routine of fawning over her male idol.
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Wen Siyu was a streamer.
Specifically, a gaming streamer in an industry where the gender ratio was roughly nine men to every woman.
As a somewhat famous female streamer and content creator, she had a preference for making videos about obscure yet incredibly fun indie games that most people hadn’t heard of. Occasionally, she’d also stream popular online multiplayer games.
Her Weibo following stood at 470,000 fans, and her posts were usually straightforward: links to her latest game video uploads, snack recommendations, cosmetic product shoutouts, reviews of newly released bubble teas, and updates about the actor Jiang Xu, who had millions of virtual “wives” and girlfriends online.
Female streamers in the gaming space were already rare, but among them, those who possessed strong gameplay awareness, sharp mechanics, high-quality video production, likable personalities, and non-annoying voices were even rarer. Add to that the absence of cringe-worthy antics aimed solely at grabbing attention during streams, and you had someone truly exceptional. As such, a significant portion of Wen Siyu’s fanbase consisted of women.
What made her even more relatable was that, like many of her fans, she herself was a die-hard admirer of national heartthrob Jiang Xu.
This persona made her feel grounded and approachable, instantly bridging the gap between her and her audience.
Wen Siyu’s fandom activities were remarkably chill. Aside from occasionally chatting with her viewers at the end of streams about Jiang Xu’s latest news or posting GIFs and JPGs of him on Weibo, she never engaged in the typical fangirl behavior of screaming things like, “My husband is so hot!” or “Mom, I want to marry him—I’ll love him forever!”
Of course, none of that craziness appeared on her main account.
Because her alternate account was called Mrs. Jiang Xu.
Wen Siyu believed that, as a streamer with tens of thousands of followers and a certain level of influence, she needed to stay true to her aloof, composed image.
Fandom activities should express restrained admiration—nothing too obsessive or stalkerish. So while her main account calmly reviewed Jiang Xu’s movies and occasionally wrote thoughtful critiques, her alternate account indulged in fantasies of climbing into bed with him.
Like right now—
Wen Siyuan pushed open the door to find his little sister sitting cross-legged on her chair, hugging a fluffy rabbit plushie, and giggling uncontrollably at Jiang Xu’s latest makeup test photos.
Rolling his eyes, Wen Siyuan couldn’t bear to admit that this shameless creature rolling on the floor was actually his younger sister. Holding a glass of milk, he walked over and gave her a disdainful look. “If I were Jiang Xu, I’d definitely reject you based on how you’re acting right now.”
“Didn’t anyone teach you to knock before entering a girl’s room? Knock-knock-knock, ‘Come in’—like this. Gentlemen, understand?”
Still glued to her computer screen, Wen Siyu took the milk from her brother, sipped it, and added, “If Jiang Xu acted like you, I’d jump out the window.”
“What’s wrong with how I act? Brother here has had suitors circling the Earth two and a half times since childhood—one and a half times more than Xiang Piao Piao,” the ungentlemanly older brother retorted, crossing his arms and leaning against her desk, extending his long legs. With a raised eyebrow, he mocked, “Dreams are good, sis. Let me support yours. How about this—if you ever meet Jiang Xu in person, I’ll jump out that window myself.”
“You shouldn’t speak so confidently, bro. Considering I’m studying directing, who knows? Maybe one day Jiang Xu will star in one of my films.” Wen Siyu clicked her mouse to zoom in on the photo, leaning closer to examine every pore of her idol’s face. “Look at this flawless face—how can anyone be this handsome?! I’ll love him forever!” She tapped the screen with her index finger, hugged her rabbit tighter, and stared dreamily at the glowing pink sparks in her eyes.
Watching his sister’s terrifying reaction, Wen Siyuan shook his head. Leaning over, he joined her in scrutinizing the pores on the screen. “Jiang Xu must feel pretty creeped out knowing you girls are obsessing over his hair follicles every day. Being a celebrity isn’t easy.”
“You wouldn’t understand. You don’t have an idol. Your life is incomplete.”
After reposting the photo set along with a caption perfectly fitting her “Mrs. Jiang Xu” persona, the young woman picked up her milk cup, finally sparing a glance at her brother. “Even Jiang Xu’s hair follicles are lovable to me. I’d be happy to laminate one and sleep with it under my pillow every night.”
Wen Siyuan: “….”
“When you say stuff like that, don’t you feel like a creep?”
“What do you mean ‘like’? I am a creep—a personal creep dedicated solely to Jiang Xu.”
“…”
With a face full of horror, Wen Siyuan scrambled out of the room.
Before leaving, however, Wen Siyu stopped him, gulping down the rest of the milk. She handed him the empty glass and flashed a sweet smile. “Friendly reminder—I’m interning at a film set tomorrow. You saw it just now; the male lead of this drama? Jiang Xu’s playing him.” She gestured toward the makeup test photo on her screen.
Wen Siyuan: “….”
“So, you might not need to wait until I become a director. Why don’t you start looking into what preparations jumping out a window requires right now?”
“…”
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When Wen Siyu first started creating gaming videos, her debut series focused on a single-player battle royale game.
Players assumed the role of the male protagonist, navigating a world where people around them were being killed off one by one. The protagonist had to solve clues to uncover the killer and ultimately identify the true culprit to complete the game.
Though the premise was simple, the clue design was exceptionally clever, requiring players to exercise patience, attention to detail, and logical reasoning. Different interpretations and choices led to vastly different endings. One misstep, and the protagonist could become the next target.
The game itself belonged to a genre that was inherently appealing—dark lighting, tense background music, and an atmosphere thick with suspicion, where anyone could be the murderer. Combined with Wen Siyu’s clear logic in analyzing clues, her insightful breakdowns of the plot’s direction, serious speculation about the methods of murder, and confident identification of the killer—only to send the protagonist plummeting into the abyss of death herself—her deadpan delivery struck a chord.
This hilariously earnest commentary style catapulted her to fame overnight. Every update of the series dominated the front page of video platforms.
And the game itself? It became wildly popular for quite some time.
So much so that, two years later, it was slated to be adapted into a movie.
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Author’s Note:
Hey there, fellow trash-tier fanfic writer returning to original works after years of dabbling in various games! This story is the unhinged result of wanting to date my idol. HE (happy ending), 1v1 pairing, sweet and non-anguished, semi-entertainment industry… maybe?
As usual, I lack sophistication and depth, so consider this a lighthearted romp filled with shameless flirting between me and my idol. Isn’t that delightful?
First attempt at writing a full-length original work—shaking nervously. I need your love via comments, favorites, and kisses!
Jiang Yujing, the great SEER, is a character from an old esports novel I abandoned before I was born (lol). His backstory goes way back… but I’ve only written a rough outline so far. Bringing him out for a cameo here, hehehe. Someday, I’ll write that story for sure!!
After our heroine gets thoroughly destroyed, the male lead secretly finds Jiang Yujing while wearing a disguise—
“SEER?”
Jiang Yujing: “?”
“Let’s solo.”
Jiang Yujing: “??”
—And after struggling for a bit, the male lead ends up getting utterly wrecked, just like his sister.
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