NOVGO.NET Chapter 9: Poor A Ryan
Chapter 9: Poor A Ryan
But thinking about it, they would probably only manage a few thousand at most, and might not even have that, she felt uncertain.
There were rich kids on campus, sure, but they spent lavishly too. Genuine big spenders were few.
"What the,"
Suddenly, the greasy guy cursed. Anna snapped back to attention.
A low-level account with the username "Poor Aryan" that had been silent the whole time had quietly sent a Carnival.
That single gift cost three hundred dollars, no one on the greasy guy’s side had sent anything worth over a hundred.
"Thank you, Brother Aryan! Thank you so much for your support!!!"
Anna almost cried. Seeing this unfamiliar ID suddenly become her top donor, she felt a dreamlike haze wash over her.
Normally, three hundred dollars would not impress her. But at this moment of humiliation, that Carnival flying across her stream felt like a hero saving a damsel in distress, a lifeline in the snow.
But it did not stop. Suddenly, the entire stream was flooded with special effects.
Poor Aryan sent Carnival ×2... ×3... ×10...
Now not only the greasy guy was stunned, even Anna was shocked. The scariest part was that Aryan kept sending Carnivals without stopping.
Layla suddenly ran out, phone in hand, looking stunned: "Sis, what’s going on? Is my eyesight failing or is TikTok glitching?"
Seeing the Carnivals flying across her sister’s screen, she stood there dumbfounded too.
Each one cost three hundred, but this person was sending them like they cost nothing.
"Sis, who is this?"
Layla said with excitement and admiration: "Didn’t you say all your pursuers were pathetic posers? Where did this tycoon come from?"
"I... I don’t know him either!!!"
Anna looked equally incredulous.
The Carnivals kept coming non-stop. At this point, everyone was amazed at how fast this tycoon’s fingers must be.
In an instant, Carnival ×200... 60,000 dollars.
The PK ended, the video feed still connected. Her heat score had crushed the opponent by several orders of magnitude.
The greasy guy’s face twitched. He had wanted to bully a rookie and flirt with a pretty girl, but he had kicked a steel plate.
Still, he knew how to play it for content, putting on a nonchalant tone: "Little sister, you’re hiding your strength! With a big brother like that backing you, no wonder you dare to stream on a low-level account."
Anna glanced down, her stream had suddenly surged to nearly a thousand viewers, all coming to see the new tycoon.
"Bro Aryan is mighty and domineering!!!"
"Bro Aryan is insane! This is a real tycoon, not some poser."
"Haven’t seen this many Carnivals in a while."
"Bro Aryan, please show me some love! Does gender have to be so strict? I’m fresh meat too."
"Bro Aryan, this cute little female streamer is begging for attention and love!!!"
The chat exploded with excitement. The greasy guy said with a sour tone: "Bro Aryan, what games do you usually play? Want the bros to carry you? We know all the gaming streamers."
After sending all those gifts, Poor Aryan never said a word. As for what level he had reached, Ryan, with his nearsightedness, could not even be bothered to check after taking off his glasses.
Anna’s hand trembled as she held the mouse. She opened her dashboard and found her top donor.
For a newbie who had only received a few hundred dollars in gifts before, her top donor had completely crushed everyone else.
60,000 dollars in gifts was no longer rookie territory. In this era of countless streamers, she had definitely reached mid-tier.
Most importantly, her stream had suddenly blown up, giving Anna’s vanity an immense boost.
Layla said excitedly from the side: "Sis, stop pretending. If it’s not a suitor, who would drop that much money on you?"
"Quick, ask who this future brother-in-law is!"
That reminder snapped Anna back to reality. She quickly sent a private message to her top donor, thinking carefully about the wording.
"Thank you for your support, Brother Aryan. I’m a bit overwhelmed. Do we know each other?"
But that message sank like a stone, because Ryan did not have the habit of checking his TikTok DMs.
On top of that, his DMs had exploded. A bunch of female streamers had sent messages asking for attention, leaving Ryan’s eyes a bit dazzled.
Before Anna’s private message came through, Ryan had already clicked into another stream.
"Holy crap, is that really Brother Aryan???"
"That’s right, that’s Poor Aryan..."
"Damn, so loaded and still calling himself poor, what a joke."
"Rich people call that self-deprecation. If we did it, it would be our label."
The previously quiet stream suddenly got lively. The female streamer was a heavily made-up girl.
She looked off somehow, even with beauty filters, she could not get it right, and even the door frame looked warped.
Ryan, an amateur, could tell at a glance, that greasy fat guy was actually right.
On the internet these days, you might as well pluck your eyes out. It is not about looks anymore, it is about who has the better beauty filter tech.
On the surface she looked like a cute girl, but take the filters away and she would be a heavy tank.
"Bro Aryan, welcome Bro Aryan!!"
The streamer was pleasantly surprised and immediately called out in her sweetest, most coquettish voice.
Ryan decisively exited the stream. The girl was deeply disappointed, got mocked a bit, and ended her stream early.
He continued scrolling through his DMs, looking for local streamers, pretty ones, to send gifts to.
He clicked on a few who looked decent, but the system never triggered any binding notification. Oddly enough, meeting Tina today had not triggered a bind either.
Could it be that in the system’s eyes, Tina did not even meet the standard? Then what exactly was the standard???
While he was spacing out, he happened to see the message from Anna.
Thinking of that stunning beauty, someone who was once an untouchable star and moon to him, now, with infinite money giving him infinite courage...
"Keep co-streaming."
But after a moment of hesitation, he still did not reveal his identity.
The two sisters were waiting anxiously like ants on a hot pan. When they finally saw a reply, they even cheered in surprise, forgetting the stream was still live.
Now they finally understood how simps felt, the emotional rollercoaster was not something an ordinary person could handle.
Anna calmed her racing heart and said with a hint of pride: "Family, looks like Brother Aryan doesn’t like small talk. He just told me to keep co-streaming."
Her sister Layla sat off-camera, watching intently, curious if this tycoon was going to keep sending gifts.
Sure, many people had impressive assets on paper, but liquid cash was another matter, and liquid cash you could burn through was yet another story.
Anna quickly tidied herself up and clicked the co-stream option.
This time when she connected, she frowned slightly. The other streamer was mid-tier, the type who claimed to be talented but really just relied on her looks.
Most notably, she was dressed very deliberately, definitely a big-breasted type. Her chest alone was visually striking.
"Oh, little sis, want to PK?"
She had over a thousand viewers and was very confident, not yet aware that this was the small streamer Bro Aryan was backing.
Anna’s stream heat was fading but still held a few hundred viewers.
Gazing at her top donor, Anna said proudly, "Sure, sis, go easy on me."
"What’s the penalty?"
"Shake it..."
At first she did not understand, but when she saw the other girl thrust her chest forward, Anna instantly got it and agreed.
Another five-minute PK round began. Both of his roommates were out. Ryan held his phone, not even having time to smoke, with it propped up beside him.
As soon as the PK started, Ryan furiously tapped the Carnival button. The same spectacle appeared across all streams again.
This time, with plenty of time and some experience sending gifts, Ryan’s years of single-hand speed started paying off.
He had never spent a penny on gifts while chasing Tina, but sending gifts for the first time felt incredibly satisfying.
He kept tapping the button, another crushing victory.
Carnival ×100, Carnival ×200...
Even after the PK ended, he kept sending them. Anna was so moved her eyes were full of tears, and she quickly reminded him: "Bro Aryan, stop! The PK is over!"
Hearing that, Ryan froze, then stopped and realized his cigarette had burned to ash.
He lit another one, feeling a bit awkward, because he had no experience with gifting and had not realized you could send gifts anytime.
It was not just during PKs, you could send gifts anytime, even after the streamer went offline.
Well, as a newly rich bumpkin... yeah, awkward.
The co-stream connection was still active. The big-breasted girl on the other side said in an exaggeratedly flirtatious tone:
"Little sis, you’re so unfair! Having a big brother like this and not saying anything, I wouldn’t have embarrassed myself if I’d known."
"Bro Aryan, when are you coming to my stream~~~"
With that, she immediately started shaking her chest. It was definitely empty underneath.
The bouncing waves were quite visually impactful, and the wolves in both streams cheered, after all, putting that much capital into softcore content deserved some praise.