This was actually Jiang Xuehan’s first time touching a girl’s chest.

Even though she was a girl herself now, self-touch felt embarrassing. She’d even carefully avoided letting shower water stimulate the two little peanut-sized buds on her chest—otherwise, a strange tingle would shoot through her body. She still resisted these female physiological reactions deep down.

Li Xinglan’s chest was soft, but mostly hidden beneath thick padding. The legendary evil invention despised by countless men: a bra.

Jiang Xuehan only understood how thick this "evil thing" really was after becoming a girl and trying one on herself. Even her nearly flat chest would bulge noticeably under it, barely hidden by loose outerwear.

For someone like Li Xinglan with ample curves, the bra’s padding was even thicker—ruining the hand-feel completely.

Damn it! Who invented bras anyway? They make girls swelter while denying guys a glimpse of natural beauty. A truly malicious invention that helps no one!

Sadly, even this bra-filtered groping didn’t last long.

*Shriiiing!*

A sudden phone ringtone blared from Li Xinglan’s handbag.

She immediately seized the chance to escape those little claws, stepping onto the balcony to take the call. Ten minutes later, she returned, grumbling, "My dad worries for nothing. I told him I wanted dorm life for the experience, but he just won’t let up."

Honestly, someone with her spoiled temperament would be better off renting alone.

But Jiang Xuehan had other priorities. She eagerly reached out again, eyes gleaming. "So… shall we continue?"

Li Xinglan just rolled her eyes exaggeratedly. "Continue what? You only said ‘touch my chest,’ not ‘for how long.’ I already kept my end of the bet."

"Eh? But I barely brushed it!"

"Not my problem. Bet’s fulfilled."

With that, Li Xinglan ignored her completely, powering up her shiny new laptop to surf the web.

*Damn it!* Why were girls so cunning nowadays? She’d only just felt that softness—and it was already over.

If Jiang Xuehan were still male, she’d have pounced and taken what she wanted.

But now? Just a petite, delicate girl. Thin arms, thin legs—even walking far left her breathless. Starting a fight would be pure foolishness.

Resigned, Jiang Xuehan returned to her desk, booting up her pre-built gaming PC to restart her stream.

Back at Shiva’s statue in India, she’d made three wishes. Avenging herself against Liang Sheng and clearing her name were two. The third? Regaining her throne as the #1 streamer. Only then would all wishes be fulfilled—and only then could she meet Shiva again.

She didn’t know much about the deity, but why would an almighty ancient god toy with an ordinary mortal?

Surely such boundless power wouldn’t mind a small favor—like turning her back into a boy?

That was the only hope Jiang Xuehan had left.

Streaming had a low barrier to entry: a decent PC, internet, a platform account, and basic software know-how. Voilà—you’re a streamer.

But becoming *successful*? Near impossible.

The flood of newcomers drowned every popular category. Pages upon pages of streamers competed for views—veterans with loyal fans, retired esports legends. For a newbie to break through? Like scaling a sheer cliff.

Meng Han—Jiang Xuehan’s former self—had risen to #1 by spotting a diamond in the rough: streaming a soon-to-explode game early, building reputation before *PUBG*’s meteoric rise carried her channel to fame.

Times changed. The once-beloved #1 streamer Meng Han was now infamous trash. An accused cheater who bullied peers, slept with female fans, and embodied pure evil. Enraged viewers had even doxxed her address and shown up with knives.

Without Shiva’s divine makeover, Jiang Xuehan would’ve had no path back.

But even remade, she was just another nobody in streaming. Her signature game? Its audience was carved up by established stars. Climbing back now was harder than her debut nine months ago.

Yet she *had* to succeed.

She needed 5 million yuan to save her sister Meng Xue. Minimum wage jobs? Hopeless.

A rationalist, she dismissed gambling or stocks. Only paths built on her own effort mattered.

Streaming offered hope. As the industry boomed, top streamers now earned millions yearly.

Besides—Jiang Xuehan had no degree, no laborer’s stamina, no business sense. Only innate gaming talent.

Meng Han had once considered pro esports. Friends had even suggested it.

But brief trials revealed a dark underbelly: cutthroat politics and tangled interests.

Modern esports were team-based—4v4, 5v5. No solo carry could defy the system.

Without perfect teammates, years of youth could vanish with nothing to show. Meng Han couldn’t afford that wait. Streaming, emphasizing individual skill, became her choice.

Now as Jiang Xuehan? Pro gaming was impossible.

Esports remained a man’s world. Girls were tokens—commentators, managers, eye candy. Joining a top-tier team as a player? No chance.

Why? Old biases claimed girls couldn’t game like boys. Awkwardness of one girl among male teammates. And with endless male rookies flooding in—why bother with the hassle?

For Jiang Xuehan, streaming was the *only* way to earn 5 million yuan fast and save Meng Xue.

Before her screen, she logged into her streamer account. Game launched. Broadcast software primed. Data tweaked with practiced ease.

Staring at the empty, lifeless chatroom, a pang of desolation hit her chest.

She cleared her throat, smoothing her voice into its familiar warm tone:

"Hey everyone, I’m Snowhan, a new streamer focusing on mechanics. Hope you’ll hit follow and support me…"