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The last sentence about the bracelet left me feeling uneasy all day.
I always felt that there was something more to his words, yet I couldn't decipher his thoughts.
Before the live streaming began, I carefully checked the room to ensure there was nothing that could expose my identity.
Taking a deep breath, I faced the camera and flashed my signature smile. "Good evening, my lovely viewers!"
The chat exploded instantly, a whirlwind of greetings and gift effects dazzling my eyes.
"What are we playing today?" I interacted with the chat while opening the game.
Just then, an unexpected incident occurred.
I stood up to grab my water cup and accidentally knocked over the easel behind me.
The easel's canvas fell to the ground, revealing a photo taped to its back.
It was a picture of me from when I was a child, receiving an award at an art competition, prominently displaying my real name—Zhang Shutong.
My mind went blank, and my heart raced.
This was it; I had been exposed!
The chat erupted in chaos, with all sorts of guesses and questions flooding in.
"Tong Tong Zi, is that you in the photo?"
“Zhang Shutong? That name sounds familiar!”
“Wait, Mystic! I just remembered, Mystic’s real name seems to be Zhang Shutong!”
I was at a loss, unsure of what to do.
Just then, Chen Dahao’s voice suddenly appeared in the live stream. “Oh, Tong Tong Zi, you’ve hidden this well! Who would have thought you’re actually a little painting genius!”
His tone was light, as if he were just joking.
But from his gaze, I sensed a subtle depth.
Did he already know my identity?
I forced myself to stay calm. “Haha, that’s all in the past, nothing worth mentioning.”
“Modest, aren’t we?” Chen Dahao continued to tease. “Looks like our Tong Tong Zi is quite the talented treasure girl!”
He skillfully shifted the topic, turning this unexpected revelation into a joke.
My heartbeat gradually steadied, and I cast him a grateful glance.
After the live stream ended, I immediately turned off the camera and slumped in my chair.
I felt like I had survived a disaster.
The ringtone of my phone suddenly blared, startling me.
It was Chen Dahao calling.
I hesitated for a moment but eventually answered the call.
"Hello..."
"Tong Tong Zi, you really know how to hide, don't you, Mystic?" His voice carried a hint of teasing.
I stammered, "I... I..."
He suddenly burst into laughter. "Don't be nervous; I've sensed something different about you for a while now."
I was taken aback.
"I kept wondering how Tong Tong Zi could be so bad at gaming yet have such great results in live streaming. There must be a secret."
I held my breath, waiting for him to continue.
"Who would have thought you're Mystic," he said, his tone laced with admiration. "I've always appreciated your talent."
I tentatively asked, "Do you... think I'm being hypocritical?"
"How could I?" His tone was gentle. "This is the real you—a talented girl who wants to keep herself hidden."
My heart warmed, and my eyes felt a bit moist.
He suggested that we do a live stream together tomorrow to officially reveal my identity.
I hesitated, "Is that... okay?"
"Don't worry, I'm here," his voice was firm yet gentle.
After hanging up the phone, I looked at myself in the mirror, feeling both nervous and excited.
I opened the creator's dashboard and found a message in "Mystic's" inbox—an invitation for collaboration from "Chen Dahao."
The timestamp showed it was sent six months ago.
I clicked on the email, which contained only one line: "Looking forward to fighting alongside you, Mystic."
Suddenly, I remembered that six months ago, I had turned down all collaboration offers, including this one from Chen Dahao...
Could it be... he knows it's me?
When did he find out?
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