In the morning, his cell phone alarm rang on time.
Song Bai turned over, stretched out his arms, and turned off the alarm. He lay on the bed like a dead fish with his arms hanging down weakly, waiting for the second alarm to ring in ten minutes. As a vlogger, he could be counted as half a digital geek, and the common problem of digital geeks was that they were night owls. They were more energetic at night, but it was painful to get up in the morning.
But before the second alarm rang, his fingers hanging at the corner of the bed rubbed against something with a lot of hair.
He was startled and opened his eyes abruptly, his heart skipping a beat! All the horror movies he had watched in the past suddenly flooded into his mind, and he put himself in the shoes of the unlucky protagonist in the horror movies.
When he saw the thing in front of him with cold sweat, he found that his hand was on the back of Black Flower.
Black Flower lazily curled up its body, opened its eyes, and then closed them again — this guy's habit of staying in bed was similar to that of Song Bai's.
Cats could stay in bed, but Song Bai couldn't. He had to work to support himself, pay the rent, and buy new digital equipment with the little money he had left.
He canceled the alarm in advance, pressed the boot button of the computer, put on his clothes, and walked to the kitchen. He gulped down a glass of cold water and woke up a little. Back in the bedroom, Black Flower was still sleeping in the cat bed.
Black Flower seemed to be much more obedient than Song Bai had imagined. It liked skateboarding, had no interest in the digital products on the table, and liked the cat bed very much.
Song Bai yawned and scratched his head, causing a lot of dandruff to fall off, but he ignored it.
The computer had been booted up and entered the desktop.
There was still some time before he went to work, so he habitually brought a ladder to YouTube, logged into the analysis tool in the background, and observed the number of vlog subscriptions.
"The number of subscriptions is 2,726, hmm …" he thought for a while, "74 more than yesterday … not bad."
Not only not bad, this seemed to be the highest daily growth record since he started playing vlogs … However, the number of subscriptions was also related to the name of the video. He found that if the name of the video was trending, the number of subscriptions on that day would be faster, so he couldn't conclude anything from this point alone.
He clicked on the latest issue of "Over the Great Wall" and saw that the number of views was currently 357. The number of people who "liked" it was 77, and the number of people who "disliked" it was 28. In terms of proportion, both the number of "likes" and "dislikes" was higher than usual.
Generally speaking, after watching a video, people would immediately be attracted to another video. Unless they especially liked or hated it, only then would they click "like" or "leave". On average, less than one in ten viewers would click "like" or "leave", and the ratio of "likes" and "leaves" for this video was close to a third of the total number of viewers, which was an abnormally high ratio.
Song Bai glanced at the time on the lower right corner of his computer. It had only been 12 hours since he uploaded his vlog. Usually, the number of views of his new vlog videos in 24 hours was about two or three hundred.
Suppressing his excitement, he scrolled down the page and saw the comments from the audience.
The top comment was, "Wow! So cool! Is this true? Is it true? Who can tell me if this is true? "
There were five replies below the comment:
"Wake up!"
"Obviously, it's fake."
"Your brain is a good thing. I hope you can carry it with you."
"I think it's true. The process of their dancing is very coherent, and I can't see any trace of editing."
Regarding the fourth reply, someone replied half-jokingly, "Yeah, I also feel that when I watch porn, it's very coherent, and I can't see any trace of editing. I used to be deeply depressed because I couldn't last as long as those macho men."
Song Bai smiled knowingly. As a man, he instantly understood this witty reply.
He moved his gaze down and continued to browse other comments.
The second message: "No offense, but from the video, the person who filmed it and the location are both in China. This makes me doubt its authenticity."
There were two replies below the comment:
"Dude, you've said what's on my mind."
"No offense, but do you know what's the word I hate? 'No offense'! "
Song Bai's good mood suddenly fell to the bottom.
He took a deep breath, looked out of the window, and calmed his breath.
To be honest, he was not surprised that the authenticity of the video was questioned. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that a group of kittens could dance in unison to the beat of a drum.
It didn't matter if it was a normal question, he could accept it! In fact, almost every popular video on YouTube would be questioned about its authenticity. People would doubt something they didn't see with their own eyes, which was fine.
However, the reason for questioning was just that the photographer was from China, which made him feel particularly angry!
This was not the first time that he had encountered such a situation. He had thought that he had developed a certain immunity to such malicious comments, but now his depressed mood reminded him that he was not. He still couldn't be as calm as still water.
Those 28 "stomps" were obviously the work of the skeptics.
This rude and unreasonable comment also angered others. The second comment about the "no offense" comment was that he couldn't stand the arrogant tone of the commenter, so he used the commenter's sentence pattern to satirize the commenter.
Song Bai had heard that many American high school students hated the sentence "I don't mean to offend, but...", because when you said "I don't mean to offend", the following "but" indicated that you were about to offend someone. This was a sentence pattern that people thought was polite, but was actually very rude.
Black Flower opened its eyes, bent over, yawned, jumped out of the cat's kennel, trotted out of the room, and went straight to the cat litter box in the toilet. Song Bai was worried about whether he should teach Black Flower how to use the cat litter box, but it seemed that he worried too much. Black Flower had already adapted to the same type of cat litter box and cat litter in the pet shop, which saved him a lot of trouble.
After a while, Song Bai adjusted his mood by diverting his attention, and once again focused on the comments.
The third comment: "Is there anyone like me who was attracted by the kitten on the cover?"
There were two replies below:
1. "I am. The black kitten is very cute, and the way it touches the lens is also very cute. "
"Me too, it's so cute! My heart is about to melt! Also, have you noticed that this black kitten also appeared in the video, and it's the third in the second row among the group of kittens. I've watched the whole video several times, and I was attracted by it the first time, but my eyes were always fixed on this black kitten during the second and third time. "
After Black Flower solved its physiological problem in the cat litter box, it ran over happily, rubbed itself on Song Bai's trousers, and then raised its head to look at him, as if asking for breakfast.
Song Bai bent down and scratched its little face with his fingers, "Black Flower, you already have a foreign fan."
Black Flower didn't understand what he said. It tilted its head and stared at him discontentedly, as if saying, "What's a fan? Can it be eaten? "
"Okay, okay, I'll make breakfast for you right away." He laughed.
Song Bai took a look at the time again. Usually, he could continue to make breakfast for a while, but today he had to prepare food for Black Flower for a whole day, so he had to turn off his computer in advance. Today was the first day he officially raised a cat. Everything was always difficult at the beginning, and he didn't want to make time too tight.
He made fried rice with the leftover rice from last night, an egg and a sausage, and quickly filled his stomach. During breakfast, Black Flower kept rubbing itself against his legs, asking for food. He pondered about the use of the automatic feeder, filled the feeder with cat food, replaced the drinking basin with fresh cold water, and told Black Flower to look after the house and not cause any trouble. Then he changed his clothes and went out.
Until he arrived at the company, he was still in a bad mood.
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