He adjusted the livestream page, moving the chat box to where the audience couldn't see it before opening it.

　　Admin 03: Hello, I am Admin 03, and for now, I am the administrator of your livestream room.

　　Andy: Hello, is there something you need?

　　Worried about losing viewers, he replied and immediately rejoined the game queue.

　　Admin 03 sent over several documents at once.

　　[One Hundred Things Streamers Should Pay Attention To]

　　[One Hundred Forbidden Phrases for Streamers]

　　[One Hundred Prohibited Behaviors for Streamers]

　　"......"

　　He wondered if he had joined some kind of secret organization.

　　In the game, he had already entered the Etiquette Plaza. After receiving the documents, he planned to read them slowly after the stream.

　　Admin 03: Aren't you turning on your camera? The livestream would be better if you did.

　　Andy: Too ugly, so I won't turn it on.

　　Right after sending that, his teammate in the game spoke up.

　　Number Two: "Are there any girls here? If not, I'm leaving."

　　Brian Clark closed the chat box and pinched his voice: "Yes, yes~ Handsome, don't leave~"

　　[???]

　　[What the heck, does the streamer have this skill too??]

　　[66666]

　　[Are you using a voice changer?]

　　His voice was already a bit soft and gentle, and with this deliberate adjustment, it actually sounded a bit like a girl's, even barely passing for a cute girl's voice.

　　"Damn." Number Two got excited instantly. "Girl, where do you want to land? Let's add each other as friends after this game, I'm really good."

　　Brian Clark crossed his legs, grinning with a bright canine tooth: "Sure, handsome, I can land anywhere you want."

　　Number Two: "Alright, then land in my heart!"

　　"......"

　　That cheesy pickup line caught Brian Clark completely off guard, leaving him dumbfounded for a full five seconds.

　　The rest of the team didn't say anything, but they all followed Number Two to P City.

　　The flight path was right next to P City, making it destined to be the most intense spot this round. As soon as the plane flew over P City, dozens of people jumped out at once, like dumplings dropping into a pot.

　　"Miss!" Number Two had already changed how he addressed him.

　　Brian Clark didn't react at first, and was using a slightly lazy tone to talk to the audience: "Yeah, I'm a new streamer, just started today... What am I good at? Pretty good at everything, but if I had to say, I'm best at direct gunfights. So if you like watching fights, click follow next to my avatar."

　　[Streamer, Number Two is calling you!]

　　[Number Two has been calling you for a while.]

　　Number Two: "Miss, are you there? Do you know how to parachute? Why aren't you answering me?"

　　Brian Clark switched seamlessly: "Ah... I'm here, handsome, I know how!"

　　The chat exploded with another wave of 6666.

　　Number Two: "Okay, if you're scared, just follow behind me, I'll protect you..."

　　Bang bang bang—

　　Before Number Two could finish, three messages flashed in the top right corner.

　　yanxyan killed HUmanxian

　　yanxyan killed woshinidiedi

　　yanxyan killed secretCT

　　Brian Clark landed and picked up an S1897, commonly known as the shotgun, the king of close combat in battle royale games—short range, high power, as long as you're close enough, one shot can take someone down.

　　Brian Clark fired three shots with the S1897, taking down three people.

　　"Handsome, I'm so scared!" he said, pinching his voice while finishing off the three players.

　　Number Two: "......"

　　Number Two: "You seem pretty good at this..."

　　"Just lucky, they all ran into my gun. I was so scared!"

　　Number Two was instantly encouraged again: "It's okay, miss, come find me!"

　　Elsewhere, Ethan Foster came out of the shower, casually drying his hair with a towel. He had a towel loosely wrapped around his waist, his upper body bare, revealing strong, well-defined muscles.

　　He held his phone, found his assistant on WeChat, and pressed the voice message button.

　　"The livestream webpage is too complicated, and the homepage layout isn't good either. Have them submit a revised plan to me..."

　　"Handsome, there's someone here... Handsome, why did you die again?"

　　A girl's delicate, soft voice suddenly rang out, making Ethan Foster pause, and the unfinished voice message was sent just like that.

　　Tsk.

　　He narrowed his eyes and walked over to the computer.

　　He remembered that he had just opened a male streamer's room...

　　The chat on the screen was several times more active than when he last checked.

　　[Streamer, can you talk properly, hahaha]

　　[Big bird cute girl, killing online]

　　[Number Two has been knocked down three times and still isn't saying anything, hahaha]

　　Number Two's voice was hoarse: "...I changed my mouse today, not used to it yet."

　　Brian Clark showed understanding: "I get it, handsome, here are two more medkits for you."

　　In the game, the bald woman had just revived the downed teammate and dropped two medkits on the ground.

　　The fair-skinned man who was revived stood up again, but just stood there motionless.

　　Gunshots rang out outside, and Brian Clark loaded his gun: "Handsome..."