Chapter 96

After her first match, her snarky and disrespectful opponent publicly apologized in the live stream chat: “[Sorry, Miss, I was too hasty earlier. Is it too late to apologize now?]” Lemira replied: “[No biggie, I won anyway.]” The chat erupted: “[OMG, why is the goddess both generous and cool?]” “[Random viewer turning into a fan here. It’s rare to see a talented newbie girl who’s actually good. Definitely supporting her.]”

She finished analyzing the ten-match session, breathless from talking. After a sip of water, she said, “That’s it for today’s stream, folks. See you tomorrow.” The screen was immediately flooded with gifts.

Seeing the name SkyBlaze, Lemira felt irritated. What was Alaric trying to do? Hadn't she declined his invitation that afternoon? Did he not recognize her voice and still want her on his team? It was unbelievable.

In the live stream chat, Alaric wrote: “[If you join us at VibeCast, name your price, and you’ll be our Gunner Queen!]” He was suddenly muted. “What the heck? Can’t the folks at PixelStage take a joke, muting me like that?”

Alaric immediately called out PixelStage’s official account: “[What do you mean? Someone as talented as her shouldn’t just be some small-time streamer. Joining SkyBlaze, she could be winning awards! What can you offer her?]”

Matthew quickly replied: “[I could invite her to join my team!]” He’d seen SweetLemon’s stream and immediately called Orion, “Dude, we’ve got to sign Lemira to PixelStage. We’re family; can’t let outsiders scoop her up!”

Orion, in a business meeting, replied calmly, “You’re offering her your notorious contract?”

Matthew stammered, “Well, if my sister-in-law’s willing, she can name her terms!” After all, his brother was the real boss. Paying Lemira’s salary was simply moving money within the family!

“I’ll ask her first.”

After hanging up, Orion opened the PixelStage platform. The top headline featured Lemira’s battle session! Her followers had already reached 300,000! He watched a video of her commentary—thoroughly professional. Someone without professional training couldn't have provided such insightful analysis. Orion sensed Lemira had hidden depths.

Then, he received a screenshot of fan messages from Lemira, along with a happy emoji. Orion smiled: “[Seen it.]”

Lemira waited, receiving only those two words. Feeling let down, she wondered if he was busy. She’d calculated her earnings from the past few days—pretty good, including Alaric’s contributions. No harm in keeping what she’d earned through her own skill.

A notification popped up from her class group chat: “[Everyone, come to school tomorrow to pick up the form for college preferences and for the group graduation photo!]”

The next morning, Lemira went to school. Upon entering the classroom, someone asked, “Lemira, are you that SweetLemon?” “Your voice is exactly the same. We all think it’s definitely you.” “Yeah, Lemira, just spill it. We’re all so envious, you’re so amazing.”

Lemira felt conflicted. Evelina entered, saw Lemira surrounded, and clenched her teeth in envy. If Lemira was that streamer, she would have bragged about it on Facebook by now.