Part 3Sinking the Yacht

Staring at the monitor for a few seconds to confirm, Jax reluctantly moved aside.

Zayne stood in the center, visibly panicked.

Recovering, he bowed deeply to the screen in gratitude.

Just as he opened his mouth to say "Thank you, sis."

I sent another Yacht.

Zayne was about to dance, but seeing the new Yacht, he bowed again to thank me.

When he stood up, I sent another one.

For a moment, on screen, the Yachts didn't stop coming.

Zayne was bewildered.

Jax's face was ugly beyond belief.

He looked around anxiously, looking like he wanted to rush out of the screen and grab me to question me.

The host excitedly announced the tips, voice getting louder each time.

The chat refreshed rapidly.

[Holy crap, Yacht Sis is flexing her power again!] [That's my Yacht Sis.] [Wait, isn't this wrong?] [Did she click the wrong person?] [Sis, stop, wrong person!] [Yacht Sis only tips our Jax. Why tip the newbie? System error?] [No, forced push for the newbie? Sis, go complain to the platform about rigging!] [...]

Even the host, after excitedly saying thanks a dozen times, couldn't help but mutter, "Is it a mistake..."

Zayne bowed in thanks over and over, tears flashing in his eyes.

Seeing I had no intention of stopping, he anxiously tried to persuade me:

"Sis, stop sending, it's enough, really enough." "Thank you so much, sis. I will continue to work hard!"

As soon as he finished speaking, I dropped 52 Yachts in one breath.

I like this feeling of give and take.

So much more comfortable than tipping that fake aloof Jax who PUAs me.

Sister drops cold hard cash just to feel good.

Besides, Zayne stood in the center for so long, I looked carefully.

Ignoring the lazy makeup, his facial features are really good.

Especially those long legs, dancing like they want to claim a life.

Other streamers wear lifts; his soles are thin slices.

Even so, he's half a head taller than Jax.

No wonder he was banished to the back.

Seeing so many Yachts, but none for him, Jax's face hit rock bottom.

Unable to hold back, he flipped out on the spot.

He pushed Zayne, who was standing in the center, aside and walked out of the frame dissatisfied.

Even through the screen, you could hear him leave a hasty word to the host before disappearing.

"The system must be glitching. Sister's Yachts for me went to someone else. I'll go communicate."

Ten seconds after Jax left.

I received a new message on my phone screen.

KU-Jax: [Sis, look clearly before you tip. You clicked the wrong person, you know? F*ck]