OFR – Chapter 310 New Anchor

“Boom! 180-Level Supreme VIP user ‘A Little Cold’ has sent 6,000 Supreme Rockets to streamer Zhang Yuyan! Everyone, come to the stream to collect free gifts—these 6,000 rockets have boosted her stream popularity by 300,000,000!”

“Congratulations to Supreme VIP user ‘A Little Cold’ for pushing Zhang Yuyan to the #1 spot on the trending leaderboard—congrats from the entire platform!”

“Boom! 180-Level Supreme VIP user ‘A Little Cold’ has sent 6,000 Supreme Rockets to streamer Jingbao! Everyone, come to the stream to collect free gifts—these 6,000 rockets have boosted her stream popularity by 300,000,000!”

“Congratulations to Supreme VIP user ‘A Little Cold’ for pushing Jingbao to the #2 spot on the trending leaderboard—congrats from the entire platform!”

“Boom! 180-Level Supreme VIP user ‘A Little Cold’ has sent 6,000 Supreme Rockets to streamer Warm Baby! Everyone, come to the stream to collect free gifts—these 6,000 rockets have boosted her stream popularity by 300,000,000!”

“Congratulations to Supreme VIP user ‘A Little Cold’ for pushing Warm Baby to the #3 spot on the trending leaderboard—congrats from the entire platform!”

In just a few dozen seconds, dozens of gift announcements lit up the full-server notification bar!

It was true—just a few thousand rockets on their own wouldn’t impress people like Guan Zong, Yuan Yangjun, or even any emperor-level patron.

But this wasn’t just a few thousand—it was dozens of batches of thousands.

That’s what made even the people who had been scoffing moments ago fall completely silent, holding their breath.

Dozens of six-thousand-rocket gifts? That’s a spend in the tens of millions!

And so, to the wider audience, these terrifyingly costly announcements weren’t just a flamboyant return.

This was a clear provocation—aimed straight at the major god-tier teams that once clashed with A Little Cold.

Not a subtle jab, but a blatant challenge that everyone could feel.

After all, for the past month, many people and teams had been spreading rumors that A Little Cold had been crushed by the alliance of patrons, and didn’t dare show his face again.

Some even smeared him—claiming his previous dominance was all fake, just bank loans and embezzled funds.

The rumor-makers knew they were lying.

They just wanted to destroy his image—because the Dusty Splendor team he led had risen far too quickly, and needed to be suppressed.

But this scene—unfolding right now—shattered all the baseless rumors and slapped every self-righteous liar with a harsh dose of reality.

More than that, it was like A Little Cold had loudly declared to all of Douyu’s powerful god-tier teams:

“I’m back. So tell me—who among you dares to challenge me?”

Who indeed?

Three… four… five full minutes passed, and not a single person dared to respond with even a token gift to suppress his presence on the announcement bar.

Yes, this was the eve of war.
No one could, no one would, and no one dared to try and dim his shine.

A Little Cold.
Already considered an unrivaled god-tier king of Douyu.

Now, with every other major team utterly silent, his unrestrained dominance felt like a blazing sun at noon—impossible to ignore.

He was here.
All the other god-tier teams were here too.

But this place had become his personal stage.
No one dared step forward to rival him.

Right now, the top 100 spots on the trending board were almost entirely filled with streamers from the Dusty Splendor team.

And yet no one stopped the nearly 100 scrolling full-server announcements from flashing again and again in the most visible spot on the platform.

Countless ordinary users and casual viewers rushed into stream rooms across Douyu, hoping to catch a glimpse of this unstoppable titan—to feel the heat of his overwhelming presence and the excitement brought by his showers of gifts.

When they arrived in Ziyun’s room—one of the latest additions to the Dusty Splendor team—they saw nothing but comments spamming:

“A Little Cold is invincible!”
“A Little Cold is a legend!”

As for Ziyun herself, who had only been with Dusty Splendor for less than half a month, she was stunned when she saw that A Little Cold had gifted her 1,000 Supreme Rockets in one go.

She did her best to thank him sincerely, and just seconds later—tears welled up and rolled down her cheeks.

“Cold Hao, thank you… I never thought you’d give me so many gifts. Truly, thank you. No matter what happens to the Dusty Splendor team in the future, as long as you don’t abandon me, I’ll follow you to the very end, no regrets.”

Ziyun wiped away her tears, saying every word with heartfelt sincerity.

Some thought she was just putting on a show.

But only she knew—this wasn’t acting.

She was genuinely, deeply moved.

As a beauty-based streamer, Ziyun had been in the industry for two or three years—long enough to know how hard it really was behind the glamorous mask.

Every day, she had to flatter and fawn, afraid to offend any potential “spender,” always forcing a smile.

Her former agency had tried to make her do dirty behind-the-scenes deals. When she refused, the rich patrons and managers deliberately sabotaged her.

Even when she got gifts, her cut—after the agency’s greedy share—was barely 30 or 40 yuan a day. Just enough to scrape by.

Now, after joining Dusty Splendor and before she’d even had a chance to prove herself, A Little Cold had gifted her something every streamer dreamed of:

1,000 Supreme Rockets.

With Douyu’s 70% rebate, she’d receive around 300,000–400,000 yuan in her share.

That kind of money?

She had never even dared to imagine it.

Yet A Little Cold had given it to her, so casually.

And for someone who’d been through the ugliest sides of the streaming world, Ziyun now wanted to give her all for this man.

Even if he were to demand some shady favor, she would clench her teeth and accept.

Because this kind of wealth?
She couldn’t resist it.

But what she didn’t expect was this:

Faced with her tearful gratitude…
Faced with an entire chatroom full of worship…

That ID—A Little Cold—didn’t say much.

He simply left a calm “Mm.”
And exited the stream.

No hesitation.
No small talk.
No hint of scheming.

Just… gone.

Ziyun, who had mentally prepared for any kind of unspoken rule, stared at the exit notification in stunned silence.

A few seconds later, her alluring red lips parted slightly—yet no words came out.

Instead, overwhelmed by guilt and shame, she simply broke down and cried even harder.