On the long road back to school, Jiang Xuehan calmly sorted through her streaming career and revenge plans once more.

For new streamers to gain popularity fast, the methods were few: ride trends, stir drama, or hire click farms.

Riding trends had many approaches. As a gaming streamer, she could team up with big-name streamers, letting their massive fanbases quickly recognize her. Or she could tweet hot takes on trending topics, maybe turning casual scrollers into fans.

Stirring drama meant creating big scandals—like male streamers live-streaming sex or female ones flashing. But the risks were high; misstep, and you’d burn yourself alive.

Hiring click farms was the most common tactic. These bots could shill her on Baidu Tieba forums, spam her name in hot comments, or flood QQ groups with ads.

Streamers could do this themselves, but one person’s time was limited. No match for pro firms deploying tens of thousands of bots.

Jiang Xuehan had another option: turn on her webcam. With her decent looks, some makeup, and a beauty filter, she’d be a solid "hot girl gamer," luring nerds to gawk and tip.

But her pride wouldn’t allow it. She refused fans drawn to her female body—it felt like accepting this new girl-self too happily.

Hiring click farms seemed safest. Her gaming skills were sharp; she could convert curious viewers into loyal fans.

Yet click farm companies weren’t saints. They charged upfront. Even basic promotions cost over 10,000 yuan—way out of her budget.

Her revenge plot was equally tough. She’d start by squeezing Liang Sheng’s personal details from old e-sports club members, then escalate.

Or she could hire a top dark web hacker to dig up Liang Sheng’s secrets—but that meant more cash.

She also wanted better gear: a faster PC, a crisp mic, pro mouse and keyboard. More expenses.

Once, a 5-million-yuan signing deal had been inches away. Now? An 18-year-old girl with no degree, no connections, just a pretty face—how could she casually earn tens of thousands?

Prostitution? Jiang Xuehan would rather die. She had dignity and limits.

So, securing that 20,000 yuan and saving the e-sports club from disbandment were key. Winning tournament prizes would cover startup costs, letting her plans unfold.

Clearing her head, she shook her head with a bitter smile, gazing at the sparse street and flickering streetlights outside the bus window.

That night, Jiang Xuehan returned to her dorm late, brushing off questions with a quick "overtime at the internet cafe."

The next day, she ate breakfast and walked to class with her roommates. Li Xinglan still clashed with the other two girls, but female herd instinct kept them moving as a foursome.

Guys often roamed alone; girls felt weird solo. That’s why bathroom trips always came with buddies.

But Jiang Xuehan’s mood was off—not from failed plans, just her period arriving soon.

Based on her last three cycles, this fourth one would hit tonight or tomorrow. To avoid messes, she wore tight panties, pad secured in place, waiting anxiously for it to start.

As a guy, she’d always wondered what periods felt like.

Now, after three times, she still struggled to describe it.

Her lower belly felt odd—like gulping icy drinks after a summer sprint, triggering a near-diarrhea ache. Not sharp pain, just deep discomfort. The urge to go, but nothing coming. Energy trapped, frustration building, spiraling into life-doubt.

During her second period, she’d tried fixes: brown sugar water, jujubes. Zero effect.

She finally got why girls hated "just drink hot water." If a friend said that now, she’d probably kick them in the face and scream: "Fuck you!"

This period was late. Midnight came with no sign. Nervous but tired, she double-checked her pad, then drifted to sleep.

That night, she had a strange dream.

Streaming at her PC, a noise came from the window. Her long-lost "little brother," riding two "eggs," flew back and settled between her legs. She stroked her dear dick, tears of joy welling up.

But joy faded fast. Several hardcore gamer fans—sniper tattoos on their arms—burst in. Somehow, they knew she was Meng Han in disguise. They tied her down.

Evil grins spread. They decided on castration as punishment. One slash, and Jiang Xuehan lost her dick and balls again. Blood gushed. She clutched her belly, cold sweat dripping...

Wait—those fans were gone. This was her dorm room. Why did her belly still ache? And that wet, sticky feeling down there?

Ah. Her period had arrived.