The White Moonlight Supporting Character Only Wants to Seduce the Villain [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 33

At 9:30 PM, Yuan Mosui sat alone in her pitch-black room, staring at her phone screen.

 

“Babies, we’ve accepted the challenge! Best two out of three rounds. Let’s have a quick strategy meeting now.”

 

Yuan Mosui sighed inwardly. Her insomnia had plagued her for years, only easing two months ago when she stumbled upon this girl’s livestream and finally found peaceful sleep.

 

Normally, Yuan Mosui would never spend money on online entertainment. But the thought of making this girl happy with a small donation was enough to justify it.

 

The girl’s streams were captivating. Initially, she hadn’t spent a dime, and the girl had never even collaborated with major streamers.

 

No, I’ll add her WeChat today, Yuan Mosui resolved. If I keep watching her streams and she joins PK battles, the moment the opposing streamer’s voice comes on, I won’t be able to sleep.

 

She sent Jiang Yushu a private message on the platform: “fcj12138 – my WeChat ID.”

 

The message remained unread. Jiang Yushu couldn’t check the platform during her streams.

 

For the first time in ages, Yuan Mosui opened the door in the darkness, walked to her study, and switched on the light.

 

To maintain her sleep schedule, Jiang Yushu usually went to bed early and only appeared in the study after 9:30 PM. This was the first time she’d been here so early.

 

“Babies, let’s focus on this final round. We can crush them instantly! Don’t stress, it’s just a game!”

 

“Waaah, protect our baby!”

 

“Damn it! I checked their side—they have five level 50 players! This is just bullying!”

 

“Baby, why did they set it up like this?”

 

Jiang Yushu felt helpless. This was the only strategy she could think of. The opposing team had far more players and greater popularity. If it came down to sheer numbers or collective support, she would definitely lose.

 

This round was crucial. Losing it would severely impact her performance in the following rounds.

 

“Babies, don’t worry! Remember, they’re our seniors. Even if we lose, we’ll have fought with honor!”

 

The opposing team’s mic connected. “Let’s start.”

 

“Rematch! No muting mics!”

 

“3, 2, 1!” As Jiang Yushu’s voice rang out, “Babies, scatter your votes—”

 

Before she could finish, a series of banners flashed across the top of the public chat:

 

“Nongshui from Never Yield’s livestream sent 100 Wave Nights!”

 

“Secret Brother from Never Yield’s livestream sent 10 Romantic Voyages.”

 

The health bar flashed brightly, showing our team leading by over 100 points. Victory was ours.

 

Ren Chuyu froze. “Holy crap! Brother Feng, Brother Yuan, we got wiped out in seconds!”

 

Jiang Yushu decisively muted the opponent’s audio. “Babies, spam the chat: ‘Take it down!'”

 

“Take it down!”

 

“Take it down!”

 

“Take it down!”

 

“Take it down!”

 

“Thank you, Sister Shui! Thank you, Secret Brother!”

 

“Congrats, Sister Shui! My husband leveled up to 40—so cool!”

 

The livestream’s viewership surged. “Babies, we’ve hit 5,000 viewers! Welcome to all the new babies joining us!”

 

Countless viewers recorded the match. Jiang Yushu’s rank soared by 60 after eliminating the 80th-ranked player in just three seconds. This boost in rank also drew even more viewers to her stream.

 

“Alright, what’s the reward?” Ren Chuyu demanded, still seething with frustration.

 

Jiang Yushu pointed at the screen. “Next round, you’re squatting here to campaign for votes.” Let her give the Female Lead, that white lotus, more terrible ideas.

 

“Next round, popularity votes,” Ren Chuyu declared. She knew she had to win this one. With her established fanbase, Jiang Yushu stood no chance against her in a popularity vote contest.

 

“Damn it, they’re bullying our baby!”

 

“She’s only been streaming for such a short time. This is outrageous!”

 

“Okay,” Jiang Yushu replied, muting her mic to address her viewers. “Babies, don’t worry. We agreed that the other side would decide the game mode for this round. Right now, we have 7,000 viewers in the chat, including many new brothers and sisters who are watching Yushu for the first time…”

 

The girl was a natural speaker, her impassioned words keeping the viewers hooked. Several major accounts lurked in the corner, observing the scene.

 

A swarm of smaller accounts flooded her stream, activating their fan badges.

 

“As the saying goes: ‘Defeat with honor.'”

 

The two streamers reconnected for another PK match.

 

Yuan Mosui frowned at the spectacle. What is this girl thinking? The other side is clearly bullying her.

 

In this round, no amount of votes would matter.

 

On the screen, Jiang Yushu was vibrant, bold, and devoted to her fans. Even though these fans contributed relatively few points, she showed no disdain.

 

“What an interesting little one,” Yuan Mosui murmured, having repeatedly reviewed Jiang Yushu’s profile. The girl’s story was truly inspiring.

 

In just two months, she had transformed from a chubby girl into the person she was today.

 

Yuan Mosui had investigated the girl’s past himself. Born in a rural village, her family had perished in a landslide. She started as a voice streamer, showing little ambition.

 

If the girl from her past had appeared on Yuan Mosui’s phone, she likely wouldn’t have bothered to watch.

 

But this girl had started exercising. Her first video was a self-introduction.

 

Now, another person seemed to inhabit her body. Two months later, this new persona appeared on Yuan Mosui’s phone, radiating fervent energy.

 

 

“Baozis, let’s vote! We have 10,000 viewers in the live stream right now. Let’s all target the 13 consecutive ‘follow’ messages on the public screen and click together!”

 

The camera shifted to show the girl’s slender fingers rapidly clicking ‘follow’ for each viewer who voted.

 

Yuan Mosui chuckled helplessly and sent a floating comment: “Why am I not on your follow list?”

 

“Sister, don’t worry! I’ll follow you right away,” Jiang Yushu replied naturally. But that word “sister” sent a jolt through Yuan Mosui’s heart.

 

A strange feeling washed over her, as if someone had called her that before.

 

That night, Jiang Yushu performed a miracle. In a popularity vote battle she initially thought she was destined to lose, she ultimately triumphed by a margin of 500 votes.

 

“We got it!”

 

Each triumphant shout fueled the girl’s extraordinary night. That same night, Ren Chuyu had her beauty filters removed and her makeup stripped away.

 

Her popularity plummeted as her true appearance was revealed.

 

The wheel of fate began to turn for Jiang Yushu that night. Countless high-profile accounts flooded her live stream.

 

Some came, some left, but one thing remained constant: her top supporter, an ID named Nongshui, firmly held the number one spot.

 

“Thank you, Sister Nongshui, for helping me secure the top spot! We got it!”

 

The internet went wild. That night, the girl’s name soared into the top three trending searches. It was her night of triumph…

 

 

Jiang Yushu shut down her livestream and sighed deeply. This is the internet, she thought. One moment you’re in heaven, and in just one night, I’ve earned nearly five million yuan.

 

Perhaps most ordinary people wouldn’t earn this much in their entire lives.

 

Little Sys, let’s get ready to go find Yunyun.

 

Okay. Why does the Host seem a little unhappy?

 

Checking her platform messages, Jiang Yushu found them overflowing. Amidst the flood, she spotted a message from Nongshui:

 

“fcj12138 My WeChat.”

 

“Pfft.” Jiang Yushu found this person genuinely endearing. He was so cool when he was sending gifts, but his message is so… straight-up.

 

After adding Nongshui’s WeChat, Jiang Yushu put down her phone. Little Sys, let’s set up a foundation with some of the money we earned from the livestream.

 

Okay. I never imagined the Host would be such a woman of strong moral principles.

 

Hearing its thoughts, Jiang Yushu rolled her eyes. My moral principles have always been impeccable, thank you very much.

 

Jiang Yushu felt no guilt when the Male Lead showered her with gifts, but when Nongshui and her other virtual siblings did the same, a knot of unease formed in her heart.

 

In this world, who earns money easily?

 

Since my popularity is higher now, I should help these siblings promote their channels and products. Most of them came to her livestream to boost their own popularity and follower count.

 

At its core, gifting was about increasing visibility and driving sales for their own products.

 

If that was the case, then mutual assistance was only fair.

 

Having made up her mind, Jiang Yushu sent messages to all the major accounts that followed her and had activated their fan badges.

 

By the end of the night, everyone except Nongshui had joined Jiang Yushu’s WeChat group.

 

Since Nongshui hadn’t accepted her request and it was already 11:30 PM, Jiang Yushu, who had developed an early bedtime habit during her recent weight loss efforts, put down her phone and drifted off to sleep almost immediately.

 

Two hours later, Jiang Yushu’s phone rang.

 

Roused from a deep sleep by the rhythmic WeChat ringtone, Jiang Yushu answered the call with a hint of irritation. “Hello?”

 

Her voice was languid, like a kitten about to bristle, causing the person on the other end to pause.

 

“What? Say something,” Jiang Yushu said impatiently.

 

“Sorry to bother you,” a low, cool female voice replied.

 

Jiang Yushu’s drowsiness vanished instantly. This voice is kind of nice. “You’re… Sister Nongshui?” she checked, glancing at the contact name on her phone.

 

Yuan Mosui’s heart fluttered at the sweet “Sister” in Jiang Yushu’s voice. She pursed her lips. “Are you busy? I… can’t sleep.”

 

“Huh?” Jiang Yushu didn’t quite understand. You can’t sleep, so you’re calling me? Is this your way of dragging me into your insomnia?

 

“Sister, is that… a bit much?”

 

Fortunately, there was no hint of flirtation in Yuan Mosui’s tone, or she might have started overthinking things. “My insomnia is severe. Your voice helps me sleep soundly.”

 

So, you’ve been hanging around my livestream for so long just because my voice helps you fall asleep, old lady?

 

“Then, Sister, put your phone on the bedside table, and I’ll tell you a story.”

 

“Okay.”

 

Yuan Mosui did as she was told. She really needed Jiang Yushu’s voice right now.

 

After Jiang Yushu ended her broadcast, Yuan Mosui opened her previous videos, hoping to drift off to sleep with her voice.

 

But the voice in the live streams and videos sounded slightly different, and the videos didn’t have the same sleep-inducing effect.

 

After tossing and turning in bed for a long time, Yuan Mosui finally picked up her phone, accepted Jiang Yushu’s friend request, and made a voice call.

 

“Once upon a time, there was a little fox…” Jiang Yushu began improvising a short story, unsure if the other person had already fallen asleep.

 

All she knew was that she was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open.

 

Her body clock told her it was time to close her eyes and drift off to sleep. But just as she was about to drift off, the person on the other end would let out a series of short “hmm” sounds.

 

“Then… did the big bad wolf eat the little fox?”

 

When there was no response, Yuan Mosui chuckled helplessly. This little one… has she fallen asleep again?

 

Such a little fibber! She promised to lull me to sleep, but she’s the one who dozed off first.

 

Her eyelids grew heavy as Yuan Mosui drifted into the story Jiang Yushu had been telling her. In her mind’s eye, she seemed to see the little one transform into that very fox.

 

Like a sprite of nature, the little fox wandered through mountains and rivers.

 

This beautiful image made Yuan Mosui’s eyelids grow heavier still. A smile played on her lips as she imagined herself as a gentle breeze, fluttering to the fox’s side and joining her journey through the wilderness.

 

Slowly closing her eyes, she murmured in her sleep, “Good night, Yushu.”

 

Her voice was as soft as a mountain spring.

 

Two hours later, the phone screen flickered, and the call disconnected.

 

Jiang Yushu pressed the phone to her chest, her heart aching. How could I ever forget that voice? “Sister…”