Chapter 4The Sloth and the CEO

After that day, Roman got his mojo back.

He worked three jobs.

Sales by day, writing business plans for college kids by evening, food delivery by night.

He said if he didn't hustle, I'd starve.

Sigh, I was trying to figure out how to make money lying down.

Thinking about it made me sleepy.

...

Whatever, nap first.

Before crawling into bed, I had an idea.

Set up a tripod. Livestream myself sleeping.

I yawned.

Minutes later, deep sleep.

Passersby thought it was a bit. If they donated, I'd wake up and say thanks.

Someone sent a "Heart".

Nothing happened.

I was dead to the world.

They sent "Sunglasses".

Still nothing.

Their rebellious spirit kicked in. They started spamming gifts to see when I'd wake up.

Rainbows, paper planes, hot air balloons...

The higher the gift value, the more the algorithm pushed the stream.

More people flooded in to watch me sleep.

The chat scrolled fast.

"WTF, this streamer is a diva. How much to wake her up?"

"Why are we watching someone sleep? Boring."

"But she sleeps so peacefully. Jealous."

"Those sheets look comfy. Link?"

"Link for the pajamas?"

[+1]

...

When I woke up.

I had made $100 in gifts.

And a pajama brand sent a DM asking for a collab.

Surprise!

With this money, Roman doesn't have to deliver food.

Just as I was about to call him...

A voice in my head.

The System was back.

Last time, it called Roman a loser and me a "Loser Pro Max".

After realizing I didn't care, it left in a huff.

But this time.

It sounded happy.

"Wow, you're a genius!"

"I underestimated you. You're playing 4D chess!"

I was confused. "???"

I didn't do anything.

The System excitedly said:

"Exactly! Because you did nothing, the plot went off the rails in a weird way!"

"Roman has his fight back. AND while delivering food tonight to a luxury apartment, he met the White Moonlight heroine early!"

...Huh?

So it happened anyway?

Does that mean... I'm getting fired?