Chapter 6
I got on my bike and started the wobbly journey toward the farmer’s market.[]
That’s when viewers realized the shaky camera work from previous videos was because I was riding a bicycle, not a car.
ar.[]
[No way, the streamer is actually biking to go dumpster diving? I thought she had a Lime.]]]
[This is all fake sympathy farming. Nobody’s actually this pathetic.]]]
[Even if it’s fake, this is commitment.]]
The chat was getting heated, but I didn’t care. As long as it was bringing in views.[]
As I kept pedaling, sweat dripped down my forehead and my face grew paler and paler.[]
My frail body struggled with each push of the pedals on that beat–up bike.[]
My speed was getting slower and slower but the stream’s popularity kept climbing.
[Jesus, this streamer is hardcore. She’s been biking for almost an hour!]]]
[Streamer, you look like you’re about to collapse. Stop this, I’ll send you donations. Just go
[Yeah, we believe you now. This is real.]]]
home.]
Digital gifts and donations started flooding the screen, but I didn’t respond–I just kept pedaling forward.[]
Finally, I reached my destination.[]
The moment I stopped my bike, my phone rang. It was Quinn calling.[]
Apparently my stream had climbed into the top trending spots. Someone who knew both Quinn and me had sent her the link.[]
They’d asked her: “Isn’t this your sister?“]
When I picked up, Quinn’s voice was furious and shrill: “Chloe, what the hell are you saying on that livestream? Turn it off right now!“]]
Hearing that, I pretended to flinch, my voice shaking like I was about to cry.
“But Quinn, I really can’t survive like this. At least streaming might earn me enough money to buy food…“]
“If the money I give you isn’t enough, why don’t you just ask me for more? You think I wouldn’t help you if you asked…“[]
Maybe because she knew I was streaming live, Quinn was trying to keep her tone somewhat reasonable.[]
But I still acted terrified, trembling as if I was scared of her.
“Quinn, I was afraid you’d yell at me… I…“[]
Suddenly, everything started spinning. My body had reached its absolute limit after days of this routine.[]
I collapsed right there in the farmer’s market.[]
The livestream chat exploded.[]
[Oh my god, someone help her, she’s dying!]]]
I’Does anyone know where she is? Call 911!]]
[Wait, I recognize that market–it’s near my house! I’m going to check on her.]]]
Thanks to viewers and kind strangers. I was rushed to the hospital.[]
As for Quinn, once she realized I’d collapsed, she hung up the phone.[]
Probably busy doing damage control.]
