No one had expected Riley to play the violin.
Not even Felicia.
For a brief second, Felicia froze in her livestream.
Then, her smile stiffened.
Riley's violin.
The artwork displayed on her screen.
Together, they pulled in a surge of new viewers.
And with the gifts she received, her numbers skyrocketed.
In an instant, she overtook Felicia.
Felicia's face went pale.
Her fingers tightened around each other.
Damn it.
There are less than twenty minutes left.
How could I forget?
We learned violin together as children.
I quit halfway and switched to piano because it was easier.
But Riley…
She kept going?
Even now?
Felicia's expression darkened.
At this point, Riley's total had already surpassed 100,000.
Felicia, on the other hand, barely over 70,000.
Seeing his "queen" fall behind, Vagabond immediately dumped the remaining fifty thousand credits he had recharged.
Pushing her ahead again by twenty thousand.
Fifteen minutes left.
The gap was tight.
Too tight.
Under Felicia's soft coaxing, Vagabond sent another fifty thousand.
Combined with fan gifts, the gap widened again.
Nearly sixty thousand ahead.
As long as those gold-tier accounts in Riley's stream stayed locked—
Felicia had this.
Both she and Vagabond relaxed slightly.
Her smile turned sweeter.
His confidence swelled.
No one I back ever loses.
Then, he moved.
From Felicia's stream into Riley's.
One rocket and a message.
[Vagabond gifted a rocket]
[Vagabond: Here's a rocket for you. No hard feelings. Felicia wins.]
Because of his gold-tier status, the message stayed pinned at the top.
Then he left.
The damage?
Minimal.
The insult?
Maximum.
He had spent 100,000 on one side and drop a single rocket on another.
It was outright mockery.
Riley's chat exploded with anger and frustration.
But most of them were just regular viewers.
They couldn't compete with that kind of money.
Panic spread among the students of Class Seven.
They tried spamming Riley's chat box again.
Begging her to unlock permissions.
But Riley didn't respond.
She didn't even look.
Instead, her viewers began speaking up for her.
[Can someone bring in a big spender? This is ridiculous! Look at how arrogant they are!]
[Am I the only one who thinks Felicia sounds fake? That sweet voice feels so forced. Honestly, I prefer Riley's quiet vibe. Too bad… she's probably going to lose.]
[Wait, I'm confused—why did Riley block those gold accounts from gifting?]
[I got this—let me explain! This PK is between two students for the freshman rep title. The ones with matching avatars are her classmates. She probably doesn't want to take their money.]
[Wow… I respect her even more now. One side keeps asking for gifts, the other shuts down gifts. That says everything.]
The comment had just been posted and Felicia's fans flooded in.
Tagging.
Mocking.
Targeting.
Someone quietly replied beneath it:
[Good luck. You're about to get attacked.]
The backlash came fast.
[What do you mean? Felicia already told us not to send gifts too, okay? If you didn't see it, don't make things up. Jealous much?]
[All for Felicia. Riley's "fans" are just like this, huh?]
[Stop dragging others down.]
[Doesn't matter. We've already won. Stay salty.]
[Those spenders on Riley's side—aren't they just some paid bots? Who would actually spend money on a fool?]
[LOL, if you don't know what Riley is like, go check the campus forum. Imagine being related to our star Felicia. So embarrassing.]
[Is this what the world's come to? Even fools are trying to become influencers now?]
The insults piled up.
Relentless.
Ugly.
Class Seven jumped in immediately and started blocking accounts, cleaning up the top comments and suppressing the worst of it.
But the frustration didn't go away.
They could have won.
They should have won.
Instead, they were forced to sit there watching themselves lose.
For a group of hot-blooded teenagers, that kind of helplessness was unbearable.
Even random viewers felt frustrated and unjust for Riley.
And yet, the one at the center of it all didn't seem to care.
Riley sat calmly in front of the camera only showing her upper body.
She began answering questions from the chat with short, precise and clear replies.
Nothing like what people imagined a "fool" would say.
And her voice was cool and pleasant which drew people in.
More and more viewers stayed.
More followed.
Ten minutes left.
Felicia began to celebrate as if it was a guaranteed win.
Then, something changed.
There was a small, unnoticed account.
One that had been lurking quietly in Riley's stream and slipped into Felicia's livestream.
A regular account with no status nor presence.
With just one rocket and a message.
[Here's your rocket back. She doesn't need anyone worrying about her. I'll make sure she wins.]
At first, no one paid attention because it was just a single rocket.
Nothing special about it.
Until someone noticed the account name was Husky.
It was newly created with regular status.
And then, the mockery began.
[HAHAHA what is this? Trying to act tough with no money? Don't embarrass yourself.]
[Bro, take a look around. See how many gold-tier accounts we've got here? Take your pathetic rocket back to that fool.]
Even "Vagabond" chimed in:
[Know your place.]
Felicia saw it.
A flicker of disdain passed through her eyes.
But she ignored it.
Her attention stayed on her big spenders.
"Thank you 'LittleLix' for the two yachts."
"Thank you 'FeliciaIsMyQueen' for the ten rockets."
"Thank you 'BladeBro' for the yacht."
Everything was going exactly as she planned.
In an instant, everything flipped.
Riley's stream suddenly exploded with gifts.
Twenty maps. All dropped at once.
Her numbers surged and the gap was gone.
A message followed.
[Husky gifted 20 maps]
[Husky: Sorry, I'm too old for this. Still figuring things out.]
Before anyone could react, a system-wide notification blasted across the platform.
Bold.
Red.
Impossible to ignore.
[Husky has recharged 1,000,000 in Riley's livestream. Congratulations on achieving Supreme status!]
For a split second, there was only silence.
Then, the entire platform erupted.
Holy crap.