Feng Ling didn’t start streaming right away.
Instead, she used her own streaming account to enter Chiyun’s livestream room.
The system notification of Feng Ling entering the stream flashed by, instantly drowned out by other viewers’ comments, and didn’t attract much attention.
Inside the stream, it wasn’t as peaceful as usual.
The scene where Chiyun descended from the sky and blew Feng Ling away was fully recorded.
Although the image couldn’t clearly show whether the Demon Beast was about to attack Feng Ling, later Chiyun, riddled with guilt, backed down in front of Lian Ge, which made everyone assume the Demon Beast hadn’t attacked Feng Ling.
Since the Demon Beast hadn’t attacked Feng Ling, the matter of Chiyun accidentally injuring Feng Ling needed to be discussed seriously.
The comments had already erupted into a fierce debate.
One side, Chiyun’s long-time fans, were desperately making excuses for her, saying that since she was flying in the sky with a poor vantage point, it was understandable that she misjudged in her haste.
The other side ruthlessly tore through that pretense, saying that it wasn’t a misjudgment at all—she was clearly jealous of Feng Ling’s rapidly growing fanbase and deliberately sabotaged her.
If Lian Ge hadn’t been there, who knows what trouble Feng Ling would have faced.
“Chiyun-chan definitely didn’t mean it this afternoon, right?”
“Are those who say she meant it even using their brains? Chiyun has been a Magical Girl for years. Why would she target a newbie?”
“It’s your brain that’s broken. Lian Ge called her out on the spot. If she hadn’t done anything wrong, would Lian Ge have made her apologize?”
“Apologizing means she admitted it. What else is there to defend?”
“Chiyun baby said she misjudged. Why do you have to blow things out of proportion?”
“Stop arguing. Let Chiyun say something, okay?”
At this moment, Chiyun sat silently in front of the camera, watching the comments bicker.
She opened her mouth and then closed it, wanting to explain but not knowing where to start.
Feng Ling watched Chiyun like this and didn’t feel much schadenfreude.
Chiyun wasn’t exactly good, but she also wasn’t thoroughly evil.
If she had stubbornly insisted she was wrong after being exposed by Lian Ge, claimed Lian Ge had falsely accused her, and used that insincere, whiny tone to incite her fans to cyberbully Lian Ge, stirring up public opinion wouldn’t have been difficult given her fan base size.
But she chose the worst approach—she apologized guiltily on the spot, bowed her head to Lian Ge, and didn’t quickly get her story straight in the stream afterward.
The result was this mess.
But that’s just how people are—no one is purely selfless and good, and no one is utterly evil.
Magical Girls are, after all, just ordinary people chosen by Qia Bi, forced or willing to fight Demon Beasts.
Once they shed their Magical Girl guise, everyone has their own selfish desires and weaknesses—even Feng Ling herself.
Feng Ling had entered the stream with ulterior motives, but the situation was different from what she had imagined.
She had thought that since Chiyun had been humiliated in front of Lian Ge that afternoon, given her personality, she would definitely try to save face in her stream when Lian Ge wasn’t around.
Feng Ling initially guessed that Chiyun would act all wronged and whiny in the stream, crying about how her good intentions were misunderstood.
And her fans, fiercely protective and indignant, would swarm all at once, joining forces with everyone to attack Feng Ling and Lian Ge.
At that point, each of Feng Ling’s fans would have to fight ten of theirs.
But surprisingly, Chiyun said nothing.
She just sat quietly in front of the camera, letting the two factions battle it out in the comments.
But the situation actually worked in Feng Ling’s favor.
So she sent a Super Chat amid the warring comments:
“Senior Chiyun, want to play games together tonight?”
Less than a moment after she sent it, the comments exploded.
“The person in question is here?”
“Feng Ling, aren’t you mad about being hit this afternoon? Why are you still asking her to play games?”
“See? The ones saying she did it on purpose—the victim doesn’t even care. Why are you making a fuss?”
“Feng Ling is giving her an out, right? Too kind.”
“Chiyun, look at Feng Ling’s attitude, then look at yourself.”
Feng Ling didn’t speak up for Chiyun, because in the court of public opinion, the more the victim defends the perpetrator, the more the onlookers hate the perpetrator.
If Feng Ling had jumped in and said,
“It’s fine, everyone, don’t blame Senior Chiyun.”
The comments wouldn’t have calmed down.
Instead, they would have thought Feng Ling was too kind and Chiyun too malicious, making Chiyun look even more detestable in contrast.
Although Feng Ling might have gained more traffic and fans, she didn’t like such short-sighted, draining behavior.
So Feng Ling simply invited Chiyun to play games together.
She didn’t defend Chiyun or accuse her, didn’t make any judgment about the afternoon’s incident—just sent an invitation that seemed utterly guileless.
The implication was clear: the two were close sisters who didn’t care about those things, and the comments were just making a fuss over nothing.
“Senior Chiyun, want to play games together tonight?”
Chiyun muttered the SC to herself.
After reading it, she was stunned for a moment.
But as a veteran actress, she snapped out of that brief daze in no time.
Then she showed a warm, intimate smile to the camera.
“Sure, Feng Ling. It just so happens I’m tired of streaming tonight. A change of pace would be nice.”
Chiyun’s expression immediately relaxed.
She knew Feng Ling was giving her an out.
‘I’m riding her traffic, and she has to thank me,’ Feng Ling thought as she saw the hint of gratitude in Chiyun’s eyes.
She inwardly rejoiced.
The two quickly added each other as friends on the gaming platform.
Feng Ling chose a popular two-player cooperative puzzle game with a harmless cartoon style but a very high difficulty level, requiring precise cooperation between players to clear levels.
Feng Ling had a design in choosing this.
In this game, one person’s mistake could reset both players’ progress to zero, making it perfect for creating entertaining content.
Whether Chiyun was truly a gaming addict or acting out of guilt toward Feng Ling, she became completely immersed in the game while playing with Feng Ling.
Her speaking tone gradually shifted from her usual polished, professional voice to a more natural state.
She would let out genuine wails at Feng Ling’s mistakes and clap and cheer excitedly when they succeeded.
Once, Feng Ling’s blunders forced them to restart the same level three times.
Chiyun turned red-hot and started instructing Feng Ling on which button to press and for how long, practically wanting to log into Feng Ling’s account and play for her.
“Chiyun hasn’t been this relaxed in a long time.”
“Real emotions showing.”
“There’s no humanity left.”
On the other hand, Feng Ling had plenty of ulterior motives.
She had come with a mission, so she would occasionally deliberately pretend to be clumsy and troll her teammate to create entertaining moments.
By the end, Chiyun had completely given up.
Every time Feng Ling died, she would say in a flat tone, “Wow, what a surprise.”
The tense atmosphere between them dissolved unnoticed.
The originally attacking comments also turned to criticizing both streamers for torturing the audience.
The screen was filled with:
“Legendary duo.”
“Is there any human left?”
“Feng Ling, can you stop dragging my Chiyun down?”
This also helped Feng Ling further deepen her airhead-type Magical Girl image.
Several of Chiyun’s regular big spenders were also drawn to this collaboration.
These people usually only frequented Chiyun’s stream and looked down on other small streamers.
But Feng Ling’s “airhead cute junior” persona during the collaboration clearly hit their taste.
By extension, they also became Feng Ling’s big spenders, flooding the screen with gifts and sending hundreds of dollars worth of Super Chats like regular comments.
Just one person could match several days of Feng Ling’s streaming income.
It was getting late.
Feng Ling saw the timing was right and said in the voice chat:
“I had a lot of fun playing with you, Senior Chiyun. If you have time, let’s play again next time.”
“Sure.”
Feng Ling closed Chiyun’s stream page.
Looking at the income statistics page showing dozens of times her usual earnings, she couldn’t help but complain.
“It’s nice when everyone can make money together.”