Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 190

Sweetheart was live–streaming, a small–time streamer who had arrived earlier at the Greenmeadow gathering piped up, “How come Learner’s not here yet?”

Logan, having made a pretty penny from his streams, flaunted a brand new Omega watch on his wrist for the occasion, a piece rumored to be worth a small fortune.

He casually ran his watch–adorned hand through his hair and said, “Learner’s a student, doesn’t get off till six, so she’ll be a bit late. If you guys are hungry, start on the appetizers. I’ve asked the staff to serve the main course later.”

The other streamer chuckled, “Jungler, you actually believe she’s a student?”

Logan just smiled and didn’t respond. He didn’t quite buy it himself.

A student available every night from nine to eleven for gaming? They always used voice chat for better coordination, and sometimes he could overhear Learner’s mom bringing her a drink and chatting with her. What kind of parent would let their kid game like that without intervening?

But of course, he kept these thoughts to himself.

Sweetheart, picking up on the banter, laughed, “C’mon, she’s just an eighteen–year–old girl, forever young!”

The chat burst into laughter, getting the joke. In the gaming world, didn’t every female streamer– claim to be eternally eighteen? No one wanted to reveal their real age.

Then a more level–headed streamer chimed in, “I’ve watched Learner duo with you on your alt account. You can’t tell much at lower ranks, but in the higher tiers, she clearly knows her stuff.”

Most of the streamers there were guys, and talk of gaming skill piqued their interest. Nods all around when one said, “Yeah, watching you two duo, it felt like you could take on a hundred stars! Her mechanics and game sense are solid. It’s impressive for a girl!”

Hearing this, Logan felt an odd stirring within him.

When he jungled, and she supported, everything just clicked. They had this synergy–he wouldn’t

made Logan’s streams more lively, and his viewer count skyrocketed during those sessions. Their viewers loved watching them tear through

why, after a month of gaming together, Logan found he’d developed a soft

frustrating: he’d asked for her picture several times, and she never sent it. Texts

that incident when she let a “friend” play on her account, a guy claiming to be her boyfriend. Logan had been bothered by

he teamed up with Sweetheart and ignored Learner,

she

playing hard to get. But

and he was smitten. Despite her tantrums

Logan focused back

“Jungler, when’s Learner

grabbed his phone and sent a text. The reply was swift, “I’m here.”

sharing the room number, Logan looked up and announced,

voice chipper, “We’re here to talk things out, no fighting, no drama. And folks, no personal attacks on

chat agreed with praises of

–“Sweetheart’s the best!”

and brains,

–“Sweetheart’s the real deal!”

I can’t game in the future, you’ll still come to hear me

chat promised loyalty, and as they did, the room’s door swung open, a polite

turned in unison, and the first thing to stride into the room was a pair of

lean legs.