The match was in full swing. Jiang Juan, a top-tier 1000-point King, found Platinum rank effortless. His Nidalee had already crushed the enemy jungler by three levels.
User245806484: "Why are you, a guy, pretending to be a girl streamer?"
"Meow Meow dominates the jungle—I love girls with this attitude. You top, me bottom? Perfect!"
"How much for a night with the streamer?"
*I’m burning up, itching to be banned by mod Guyen for 24 hours.*
Guyen scrolled through the chat. Honestly, being a mod was kinda fun.
UserXXXXXX: "Why deceive viewers? Just say you’re male. Cross-dressing can be your hobby."
"???"
"Does this tiny stream even have paid trolls stirring drama?"
User: "What do you gain from lying?"
After securing the dragon, Jiang Juan recalled to base. He glanced sideways at the other screen’s chat.
User: "Can you explain?"
Jiang Juan froze. His eyes darted back to earlier messages. His heart skipped a beat—a jolt shot through him, numbing his mind.
Thankfully, his stream hid his face. Otherwise, viewers would’ve spotted his panic.
*Is the platform targeting me? Did I step on someone’s toes? Is this a threat?* Thoughts raced through his head.
It made no sense. Both he and his agency had hidden his gender—a lose-lose move. Jiang Juan forced himself calm while gaming.
User banned by Guyen for 24 hours.
"Good ban, mod!"
"Trolls mean Meow Meow’s getting popular!"
User245806484: "You still haven’t answered me?"
"Whoa, he switched to a alt account!"
"Now that he mentions it… Meow Meow has zero chest."
Jiang Juan’s peripheral vision tracked the chat. His memory was sharp—the user ID matched the banned one exactly. *What’s going on? Is this an official admin account?*
User banned by Guyen in this stream for 365 days.
Jiang Juan chilled completely. Whether super mod or agency troll, he’d ignore this message. Say nothing. Slip-ups now would hand them ammunition.
He sighed inwardly. Sure, his cross-dressing streams gave viewers what they wanted—a fair trade. But yes, he’d deceived them. He didn’t care much. Jiang Juan’s blood ran cold, his values selfish like his parents’.
He’d lend a hand when convenient. But if his interests were threatened? He’d drop it without hesitation, watching indifferently.
Jiang Juan knew he wasn’t some saint—just a slightly selfish ordinary guy. But selfish people lived lighter, right?
"User-bro’s legendary."
"Mod’s triggered, guarding his master."
"Protect our Meow Meow!"
User245806484: "Fine. I see your stance. Since you want to be a girl, I’ll help you with that little favor."
User: "Your mod’s amusing. You’ll remember him well."
"So persistent."
"Trolls, scram!"
"Am I the only one noticing? That user ID never changes."
User banned by Guyen in this stream for 365 days.
Jiang Juan ignored the chat, immersed in-game. Only after the drama faded did he sip water from his cup.
"Meow Meow’s amazing!"
"Wife is awesome!"
"Streamer, someone called you a cross-dressing king—duel me now!"
Jiang Juan set down his cup. "Match over. Next game’s for viewers with badges—spam your IDs!"
The rest of the stream flowed smoothly. No more incidents. After finishing Guyen’s account, Jiang Juan played two hours of The Peak of the Canyon as usual. He chatted with viewers briefly before ending the broadcast.
He switched off the camera, logged out. His lake-blue eyes held shards of ice. Crimson lips pressed into a thin line. Pale skin wrapped him in a chilling mist—a clear warning: keep your distance.
Grabbing his phone, he opened WeChat. He tapped a muted anime-profile contact—their agency liaison. They knew he was male and often flirted, so he’d frozen them out. Only work talk now.
Today, Jiang Juan initiated chat. The other perked up. Jiang Juan steered the conversation, extracting info before excusing himself to shower.
"Not the agency. Yeah, mutual destruction benefits no one." Jiang Juan frowned. He booted his PC, pulled up his streamer profile, and messaged platform admins.
With officials, he was blunt. If KK wanted him gone, resistance was pointless. No time wasted arguing a losing battle. Just plan his exit strategy.
The admins were clear: no super mods visited his stream between 18:01 and 22:05 today.
"So… who are you?" Jiang Juan slumped, wrapped in helplessness. His exposed male identity made him feel naked under that stranger’s gaze.
He hated that feeling.
