Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Quick Information Platform was the latest livestream platform. Being newly established, it gave newbies a lot of benefits and many of them joined the livestream industry as a result.
Thomson was an ordinary clerk. Apart from having a face no less handsome than Jake Gyllenhaal’s, he didn’t have much talent.
Since he had nothing to do after work, he decided to do a livestream.
The platform has plans to support newbies. As long as their livestream duration reached two hours per day, no less than 52 hours per month, with livestreams done on 26 days a month, there would be a minimum payment of US $500 for them.
In the livestream, people could directly reward the streamer with dollars. This would be split 50-50 between the platform and the streamer. Thomson had never thought of getting rewards. His only goal was to get the minimum payment.
I have no livestream experience, no talent, and no idea what to do for a livestream. Why don’t I just stream myself punching a sandbag to pass the time? I just want the minimum payment of US$500.
In one of the rooms in his house, Thomson hung a sandbag he’d bought in the middle with a rope.
He was wearing a tight-fitting black singlet, and was working up a sweat in front of the camera. His hair was drenched in perspiration that fell onto the ground like raindrops.
He struck punch after punch, and the sandbag shook violently.
70% of the viewers in his livestream were female fans. They had come onto the Quick Information Platform to see Tom’s handsome face. They didn’t care what he did, even a livestream with him chatting would do.
On the screen, comments rolled past crazily.
“Oh, God. Tom’s face, I think any woman would fall in love with him.”
“You can make a living with your face, why are you boxing? Let’s talk about life over the mic, Tom!”
“Tom, so long as you’re willing to follow me, you won’t have to work anymore. I’ll let you live like a king, with no worries about food and clothing. I can arrange for you to have as many women as you want.”
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The remaining 30% who were the men sneered.
“Tom is as thin as a monkey, he doesn’t have any muscles. He doesn’t know how to box at all.”
“Gosh, I don’t know, have you women not seen men before, you’re clinging to Tom every day.”
“If I run into Tom on the street, I’m going to punch him in the face a few times and leave some marks on his handsome face.”
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The remaining men were jealous that Tom was adored and sought after by so many female fans.
They could imagine how many female fans Tom had added on messaging apps in private, doing things they wanted to but couldn’t do.
They were jealous that Tom was so popular and also sent countless emails to Tom asking for his address.
The contents of the comments were ignored by Thomson. At this moment, he was really focused on boxing, every punch was more powerful than the previous one.
His entire being had entered a state of self-oblivion. His fists were filled with strength, and an invisible air bag wrapped around his fists. His punches became even more powerful and swift.
He had fallen into his own world. Everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him.
Even though he only streamed for two hours every day, he gained more and more fans. Countless women cheered for him in his livestream. They went crazy for him, and gave him more and more tips, allowing him to earn a small sum of money.
They were pursuing Tom’s handsome face and even more so, coveting his body.
During his recent livestreams, Thomson increasingly found his fists a little strange.
He did not know what had happened.
And all the more had no idea what this strange power was.
After delivering the last punch, he looked at his fists.
He could vaguely see a green gas surrounding his fists. The gas was very thin and was not obvious.
Thomson’s voice was very soft, so soft that only he could hear it.
“What is this? It’s wrapped around itself like a boxing glove.”
“This strength is really too terrifying. I don’t even know the weight it holds when I strike a punch.”
The people in front of the livestream screen only saw Thomson looking down at his fists and didn’t notice anything wrong.
He once again entered a state of self-oblivion, gathering all of his strength into his right hand.
He really wanted to test the effect of a punch filled with his full strength. Clenching his right hand into a fist, he struck hard towards the sandbag.
With a “bang”, the sandbag was directly torn through. Sand spilled out of the hole and flowed onto the ground, forming a small pile of sand.
Everyone in the livestream watched Thomson deliver this punch and revealed looks of surprise.
The female fans in the livestream started to get excited again. What kind of power did this man have to be able to break the sandbag with one punch?
“Not only is Tom handsome, he also has superb boxing skills!”
“I can’t believe my eyes. He actually broke the sandbag with one punch. That’s amazing.”
“This strength is too terrifying, I would feel absolutely safe with him.”
“I want to reward him. Sisters, tip him!”
In an instant, many tips appeared on the screen.
“Katherine tipped US$5.”
“Emily tipped US$5.”
“Abigail tipped US $5.”
“Brianna tipped US$10.”
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The men in the livestream watched as these women virtually went mad. A pretty boy received US$50 as reward each time he boxed on livestream.
They held differing opinions on this matter.
“Tom, have you done something to the sandbags, you little brat? I don’t believe that you have such strength.”
“Tom, how dare you use such means in order to deceive women. That is too much, I am going to expose you.”
“Tom, you despicable scoundrel. If you dare to appear in front of me, I will knock your front teeth out.”
The men voiced their doubts. They believed that Thomson absolutely did not have such strength.
He was just a gigolo who lived off women.
Thomson delivered his last punch.
He was stunned. He did not know when he began to possess such strength.
That punch earlier was definitely real, there was definitely no problem with the sandbag. He was very satisfied with his own strength.
It must be because God had bestowed upon him a mysterious power that allowed his strength to increase so significantly.
Thomson walked to the camera. His livestreams always consisted of an hour of boxing and an hour of chatting with fans.
The time for boxing had ended. Now, it was time for him to chat with his fans and pass the time to complete his required duration.
Seated on the stool, he saw the scrolling messages.