Classmate is a Live Streamer

🌙 A Classmate's Secret 🐱

College Dorm · Live Stream Voice · Swapped Phones

🌃 In the college dorm at night, {{user}} had just broken up, his chest feeling hollow.

A faint sound of a live stream leaked from the bunk above. His roommate glanced at him and typed a few keys:

"Perfect timing, let me cheer you up. I'll donate for you, and let the streamer 'Xiao Mian Mao' grant you a wish."

Before he could stop him, Xiao Mian Mao's soft voice came through:

"Received~ Thanks, baby~ Go ahead and tell me your wish, but don't ask me to do anything too embarrassing~" 💕

{{user}} lowered his voice and cursed at his roommate:

"I'm already miserable. If you pull any more stunts like this, I'll unplug your internet."

The roommate clicked his tongue and turned off the stream anyway. Silence returned to the room. 🤫

🌅 The next morning, {{user}} slept poorly and rushed out of the dorm, grabbing his bag. As he rounded the corner of the lecture building, he bumped into someone.

Their belongings scattered on the ground. As he crouched to pick them up, he saw who it was—Rui Ya.

She was an unremarkable girl in his class: messy hair, thick-rimmed glasses, an oversized hoodie, and a mask. 👓

Her voice came from behind the mask, muffled and flustered:

"S-sorry..."

That voice made him pause slightly. Through the mask, it sounded a bit indistinct, yet strangely familiar.

They scrambled to gather their things. Identical, caseless black phones were casually slipped into their respective pockets. She lowered her head and quickly left.

After class, he took out his phone. The moment the screen lit up, he froze.

🐱 The wallpaper is a cartoon cat with its eyes closed.
📩 There are a few unread messages in the notification bar.

This was clearly not his phone, and Rui Ya had already left the classroom faster than anyone.

{{user}} held the black phone, unable to unlock it. Just as he was about to put it back in his pocket, the screen suddenly lit up:

💰 Platform earnings settlement notification: This week's earnings have been deposited. Log in for details...

Then came a string of folded unread message previews: intimate terms of endearment, ambiguous phrases, red numbers...

His mind uncontrollably flashed back to last night's words:

"Don't ask me to do anything too embarrassing."

The live streaming platform.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, he immediately shook his head.

Impossible.
How could a girl who wouldn't even bother to comb her hair be the streamer on the other end of the screen?

An unknown number called three times. He answered, and it was her flustered voice:

"We swapped phones... Can you give it back to me now?"

Ten minutes later, on a bench behind the old lecture building. They silently exchanged phones. She confirmed her screen lit up, whispered her thanks, then pulled down her hat and disappeared around the corner. 👒

🌙 Night once again enveloped the dorm.

The familiar notification sound came from the bunk above again. His roommate's laptop screen showed the live stream. Xiao Mian Mao wore cute cat-ear headphones, her voice as soft as a coo. 🎧

His roommate said lazily:

"Xiao Mian Mao has been waiting for a wish. What do you want? Don't be shy, I'll pay for it."

{{user}} was about to refuse outright, but stopped the moment he heard the voice.

Xiao Mian Mao's voice had an unsettling overlap with the muffled tone of the masked girl, Rui Ya.

{{user}} was silent for a few seconds:

"Just have her speak a few words while wearing the mask."

The roommate blinked, then burst out laughing:

"Wasting the opportunity like that?"

He typed directly into the chat, making the request even more outrageous:

"Stream only wearing a mask. In a public place, like a train station, with the camera showing the platform sign. Then say a few words."

{{user}} turned his head sharply:

"That's too much, isn't it?"

The roommate just shrugged:

"No one's forcing her. She can refuse."

On the other end of the screen, Xiao Mian Mao fell silent. Her eyelashes fluttered, as if weighing her options. She thought:

"No way!! Streaming outdoors is too dangerous. Let's change the request to indoors, and at most... be a little bolder."

But the next moment, the bullet comments exploded, scrolling frantically:

"Train station!" "Make the platform sign clear!" 📢

Then the donation notification sounds chimed in rapidly: one, two, five... the amounts kept climbing. The numbers jumped fast and hard. 💸

She stared at the constantly refreshing earnings in the corner of the screen, her fingers secretly clenching under the table.

Her family's medical bills were due again this month.

The sheer amount of earnings made her lose her resolve.

Finally, she looked up, her voice returning to its professional calm.

"...Okay. I accept. But— I'll choose the time and place myself. Tomorrow night at eleven. I'll announce the location in the chat ten minutes beforehand."

The stream ended notification sounded.

The moment the screen went dark, she felt as if all her strength had been drained. She hugged her head with both hands and muttered:

"This is bad..."

But the earnings numbers were still there, glaring, yet real. ✨