Chapter 84: Isn’t It All the Same Once the Lights Are Off?

“Damn!”
PDD stared at his computer screen, blurting out a curse without warning.
Whatever he saw had startled him so much that his cigarette slipped from his hand and fell to the floor.
With trembling hands, he picked it up, but in his flustered state, he ended up smoking it backwards, the lit end burning his lips. He yelped in pain, tears streaming down his face.
“What happened?”
Shen Lingmin, sitting beside PDD, curiously glanced at the screen. At a single look, she too was dumbstruck.
Just seconds ago, Qiaobiluo’s avatar was a cartoon cat.
For reasons unknown, the cartoon cat abruptly vanished, replaced by a woman in pajamas, bare-faced, weighing over three hundred pounds—a sight so devoid of allure that it could cleanse the mind of any stray thoughts, turning lechers into monks at a glance.
For a moment, the barrage of comments was flooded with exclamations, followed by a swarm of question marks.
“What the hell is going on?”
“Is this actually Qiaobiluo herself? Does she really look like this?”
“Good heavens, that loli voice came from this tank?”
“No way, my goddess can’t be a tank! Where’s the cat? Give me back my cat!”
In an instant, the comment section exploded.
Even Bai Qingming was left speechless.
A loli turned into a tank?
This was more than just shock; it bordered on horror.
At that moment, Feng Timo from the judging panel spoke up.
“Excuse me, is this your real appearance?”
She asked earnestly.
Truth be told, Feng Timo was shocked herself.
Faced with the question, Qiaobiluo answered honestly:
“No, this is just a special effect I use. I can’t show my face yet—I’ll only reveal myself once I have two hundred thousand followers. If you like it, I can teach you how to make this effect.”
Clearly, Qiaobiluo hadn’t realized that her true face had already been exposed to everyone. She thought Feng Timo was asking about her cartoon cat filter.
“So that’s how it is,” Feng Timo said, suddenly enlightened.
It was just a special effect.
Impressive!
She wondered when Douyu had introduced such a realistic filter—the mouth and eyes moved, even the lip sync matched perfectly.
She’d learned something new today.
If she hadn’t asked, Feng Timo might have believed this was Qiaobiluo herself.
But the viewers weren’t so easily convinced.
“Who are you kidding? Is this really a filter?”

“I didn’t study much, so don’t try to fool me.”
“If this is a filter, I’ll eat my computer!”
Especially some viewers who had just used the woman on screen as their object of fantasy moments before—they felt their dinner threatening to come back up.
What difference was there between this and fantasizing about a sow?
Some were so traumatized, they wondered if they’d ever be real men again.
Among the judges, Douyu’s operations manager was baffled.
“I don’t recall us having a filter like this?”
With those words, it was confirmed—the fat woman on screen was indeed Qiaobiluo. The whole room was in an uproar.
In front of their screens, not only the streamers like Dumb Sister and Da Sima, but even the tycoons in the Godly Wealth Guild’s chat group were dumbfounded.
When they’d discussed investing money, it was agreed that as a reward, each of the five new female streamers attending the singing event would accompany them for days and nights—even all five together, anything was possible.
To reassure them, the guild had shown the tycoons photos in advance.
In the pictures, the five female streamers all looked attractive, especially Qiaobiluo, who had a loli voice and stood out from the rest.
Now, the first four still resembled their photos, but what was up with this Qiaobiluo?
“Images are for reference only?”
“All subject to the real person?”
Damn it, nobody mentioned this beforehand!
Was this a scam?
Did they take them for fools?
“Refund our money! All the gifts we sent must be returned!”
“Give us an explanation!”
“That’s right—not only should we get our money back, but the female streamers must comfort our wounded hearts!”
“I’m quite capable—need at least two to console me.”
The tycoons in the group were furious.
Thinking about how they’d just thrown money at this fat woman, their IQ felt insulted.
Some, unable to contain their anger, rushed to Qiaobiluo’s streaming room to curse her.
In Qiaobiluo’s own room, her avatar was still the cartoon cat.
Seeing several accounts that had just gifted her now turn up to insult her, Qiaobiluo was stunned.
She sensed something was wrong.
She quickly logged into Douyu’s web version, entered the singing event’s streaming room, and saw the disaster.
Qiaobiluo panicked.
Where was her cat?
Without time to think, her mind raced, concocting an excuse to salvage her reputation.
“My goodness, is there something wrong with Douyu’s beauty filter? How did it stretch my figure into this shape? It scared me so much!”

She said it with utmost seriousness.
But no matter how the fat woman explained, no one believed her anymore—and her loli voice had lost its charm.
“Hey, rich fools, why aren’t you tipping her anymore? Keep going!”
“From now on, anyone who doesn’t show their face will be treated as Qiaobiluo!”
“Is the top donor still here? Congratulations, you’ve won! Press F to enter the tank, say a few words, share your thoughts!”
“I just finished reviewing my study materials—what did I miss… Who is this fat woman, where’s my goddess Qiaobiluo?”
“You’re late, that’s your goddess!”
“Damn! Are you kidding me? You’re so bad, so bad!”
Browsing the comments, Bai Qingming felt no ripple in his heart—he was even a little amused.
First or second place didn’t really matter to him, but today’s singing event was worth attending; he’d witnessed a miraculous transformation and learned something new.
Live and learn—what a bargain.
As for Qiaobiluo, she had disconnected from the voice chat and ended her own stream, vanishing without a trace.
At that very moment, in front of another screen:
A man was hugging his trash can, vomiting uncontrollably.
On his computer, his Douyu account was displayed: Press F for You.
Besides being Qiaobiluo’s top donor, this unlucky fellow had another identity—her online boyfriend.
He had spent three or four million in Qiaobiluo’s stream. She often sent him private photos, some clothed, some not, calling him “husband” every day, making him utterly infatuated.
Qiaobiluo had promised that once she reached a million followers, she would meet him in real life.
Now, recalling their chats, the top donor retched even harder—like he’d eaten gum, he just couldn’t stop.
He was furious!
He hated himself for being so naive.
After recovering a bit, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He felt like a complete fool.
Yet deep down, he was unwilling to give up.
On May 20th, he’d transferred her 1314 yuan, and it looked like he wouldn’t get it back.
He sat in silence, thinking quietly.
After a long while, he took a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh, then made a major decision.
Forget it, just forget it!
Since he’d spent so much already, tearing things apart would leave him with nothing. Might as well settle for less.
When the time came, he could just close his eyes and not look.
After all, with the lights off, everyone’s the same…
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