Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily) novel Chapter 167

Harvard’s nickname this time was ‘Brother Harvard’s Videos’,

He uploaded three videos in one go. The videos on this website were too long, and one video could be split into three parts.

He then recorded a voiceover, putting in his explanations and breakdowns.

He was nothing but pleased with his new account!

The name alone sounded promising!

Yet…

Half a day seemed to fly by.

Harvard realized that his account had not gained any traction at all.

“Impossible! These are good videos, high quality videos!”

It just needed a boost in views. Yes, a little stimulation would make his video blow up for sure.

A view booster cost a hundred dollars…

Harvard decisively put all of the two thousand dollars he had just made in, spending all of it on view boosters!

Yet the rest of the day passed by…

The views were still lukewarm. It did get a little more likes, but only a little over a thousand.

“No, that’s too slow…”

Harvard was getting desperate. What was he going to do?

Stream himself cutting off another finger?

But losing a finger might not get him views?

Harvard clawed at his scalp, the thoughts getting to his head. No one saw how terrifying and bloodshot his eyes had gotten…

Over at the Crawfords.

Lilly had just finished eating. She lay on the sofa, patting her stomach like it was a drum.

“So round, what a round stomach~ this is a happy stomach full of food~,” she hummed.

Polly stood by the staircase, extending her neck and singing along, “The little pig’s so round~ closing her eyes and falling asleep~ her big ears flap and flap, her little tail wags and wags~ Grumble grumble grumble, grumble grumble grumble~!”

Lilly said at once, “You’re the pig! I’m not a pig!”

Polly wrote, “Oink oink!”

Bettany chuckled. “Lilly, don’t sit after eating. Get your Dad, we’re going for a walk.”

Lilly bounded up the stairs at once. “Sure~”

Polly hopped down as well, hunching her wings and swaying behind her.

“We’re going for a walk, we’re going for a walk!” Polly quacked happily. “Tortoise, we’re going for a walk!”

Tortoise’s head retreated into his shell from where he was resting lazily on the stairs.