I'm a well-known overachiever in the livestreaming industry, pushing myself to meet KPIs every day to the point where my overly competitive coworkers, who are like green tea, can't finish their streams on time. Seeing my green tea coworker cry is truly heart-wrenching, and the whole internet is criticizing me for being harsh on my juniors, telling me to get out of the livestreaming scene. After three consecutive days of streaming, I unfortunately collapsed and died, only to unexpectedly be reborn. In my new life, I cherish life and choose to stay away from green tea. The comments say, "Get out of the livestream!" I immediately feel excited and, facing the screen, sweetly smile and say, "Sure, shall I leave?"
Chapter 1
I had a reputation as the fiercest competitor in the streaming community. I was constantly pushing myself to exceed the KPIs and working so hard that my colleagues, who pretended to be innocent, couldn't wrap up their streams on time.
My two-faced colleague, who sobbed theatrically to gain sympathy from viewers. The entire internet criticized me for being harsh on newcomers, telling me to get out of the streaming world.
After a grueling three-day streaming marathon, I tragically died. Unexpectedly, I went back in time.
In this lifetime, I cherished my existence and chose to distance myself from those Hypocritical.
The live chat comments said, "Get out of the stream!"
Confronted with this rebuke, I smiled sweetly at the camera, "Alright, should I leave then?"
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In the streaming room, the girl who pretended to be innocent sobbed theatrically, making everyone pitied her. "Don't blame Nadine. It's my own fault. I can't achieve 200% of the monthly KPI like Nadine, but I've really tried my best."
The live chat comments on the screen floated by, "It's not Liza's fault," "People like her are toxic to the competition," "Liza, don't cry. Nadine is morbid mentally," "Nadine, get out of the stream!"
Even the assistants nearby whispered among themselves, their mocking gazes falling on me, as if they were in agreement.
Liza glanced at me smugly, then looked tearfully back to the camera, causing the comments to once again lash out at me.
At that moment, I sat stunned in front of the computer, looking down at my flawless hands, then incredulously surveying my surroundings. This was my studio from two years ago. Why was I here? Hadn't I already been dead?
The comments in the live chat on the screen seemed to pick up on my unusual behavior, with one of them stating, "Has she dozed off during work? Why wasn't she saying anything?" " "Probably thinking this is cute that way. Poor Liza, having to deal with a clown," "Nadine, if you have any dignity, just leave the stream!"
Reading these comments, I finally came to my senses. I had indeed gone back in time to two years ago. In my previous life, I had succumbed to these rumors and gossip.
In that life, my boyfriend Kolton and I launched a startup together, founding a new media studio called Starry Moon Studio, which shared our surname.
Initially, it was just the two of us. Kolton handled resources and operations, while I was in charge of live-streaming sales. We were lucky to ride the live streaming boom and quickly earned our first significant income as foundation. Due to my skills, I became a famous streamer.
Our studio's business grew rapidly. In just a few years, it expanded from a two-person operation to a company with over a hundred employees. Kolton and I were constantly busy with our respective tasks, barely having time to have a break. It was during this time that Liza joined the company as a newcomer.
Liza had an innocent and pure appearance, with big, watery eyes that made her look pitiful.
As soon as she joined the company, she would constantly cottoned up to, often complaining that she was fresh out of college and didn't know anything, fearing she might be fired by her superiors. I had a high regard for young girl and advised Kolton to take care of her.
Little did I know that the girl I casually helped would eventually turn into a venomous snake that would bite me!