Sihwa had heard about Pi. She heard that it had a magical book that included life, the universe, and everything else. But as far as she knew, although the book recorded things that had not yet happened, it was very troublesome and time-consuming to look up. It was also not necessarily accurate, because the future was not fixed and could change at any time.
So, how was it sure that the person with the ID 'Watermelon' would come to her broadcast room today? It didn't even look at the book.
Sihwa suspected that Pi was just brushing her off. She wanted to ask further, but Pi had already left the bathroom.
However, after a brief conversation with Pi, she was able to temporarily shake off the unpleasant memories.
Before Zhang Zian came back, she fulfilled her promise and started the live broadcast app. She planned to do one last live broadcast. She didn't want that stingy guy to see it, because she always felt that he would laugh at her and ask for electricity and water bills.
After the broadcast started, she first narrowed her eyes and glanced at the number of fans. According to her expectations, after not broadcasting for a few days, the number of fans should have plummeted. Maybe it wouldn't even reach 3,000.
However, to her surprise, not only did the number of fans not decrease, but it seemed to have increased by two or three hundred.
[Mr. Grape] entered the broadcast room.
[F * ck The Wildest Dog] entered the broadcast room.
[Mr. Grape]: Welcome!
He entered the live broadcast room.
[Mr. Grape]: Welcome!
: Damn! The robot is already on duty so early in the morning!
[F * ck The Wildest Dog]: That's why I said it's a robot. I clicked in as soon as the host started broadcasting, but I was still one step too late.
These familiar IDs were like familiar faces. Every time Sihwa broadcast, they would enter. Although she had never seen their faces, she had designed a face for each of them in her mind. [Kill me] might be a college student, with a face that had just become immature, with sparse stubble on his chin, sitting in the classroom looking down at his phone. [F * ck The Wildest Dog] might be a member of society in his late twenties, with dark skin, often watching live broadcasts with a cigarette in his mouth. As for [Mr. Grape] … maybe it really was a robot.
: What is the host planning to broadcast today? Is she still broadcasting sleeping?
Sihwa frowned and asked, "Let me ask you guys, why haven't you guys unsubscribed after I haven't broadcast for a few days? Why did the number of fans not decrease, but increase? "
[F * ck The Wildest Dog]: "I don't know why other people watch live broadcasts, but I watch them to kill time. I'll watch whichever streamer I like." For now, you are the most pleasing to the eye.
: "Host, you probably don't know about this, but there's a playback function on the app. Even if you're not streaming, some viewers can watch your past streams through video playback. If they find it interesting, they'll click" Follow "!" In any case, it didn't cost anything to pay attention. That's probably how you got your new fans.
She really didn't know that there was such a function.
More and more IDs entered her live broadcast room. Some of them were familiar, while others were unfamiliar. Without exception, the new fans were first welcomed by [Mr. Grape], and then shocked by her perfect appearance. Then, there was a heated discussion about whether she had plastic surgery or used beauty lenses. The liveliness was comparable to a live broadcast with tens of thousands of viewers. The old fans were used to it.
[Shredded Radish]: Sob, sob ~ I used to only watch replays. Today, I finally get to see a live streamer! Host, why do you always broadcast in the morning? A lot of people are sleeping or at work!
There were many fans who had the same opinion. Except for a few people who wanted to keep the broadcast time the same, most people asked her to change the next broadcast time to the evening. They also said that it was more suitable for attracting viewers.
Few people in the broadcast room used unfamiliar words. Occasionally, they would use some homophonic numbers to replace some Chinese characters. Sihwa could barely understand them.
She wanted to tell them several times that this was the last broadcast, but seeing them suggesting the best time to broadcast, and some people even volunteered to help her advertise, she couldn't say the words … This was a huge change for her, who had no filter, said whatever she wanted, and didn't consider whether her words would hurt others, even if she didn't realize it herself.
The heated discussion temporarily came to an end. Those who liked plastic surgery and those who didn't could not convince each other. The focus of attention shifted to another issue.
: "Host, what are you going to broadcast today? Are you still going to sleep? "
The bullet screen was a little sparse. Obviously, everyone was looking forward to the answer.
Sihwa vaguely felt that if she gave a positive answer, many viewers would leave the broadcast room. Because if they wanted to watch her sleep, they could watch the previous video replay at any time.
In fact, that was not bad. Anyway, she had decided that this would be the last broadcast. It would be good to take this opportunity to say goodbye. When everyone wanted to see her, they could watch the previous video of her sleeping.
She saw that [Grape Gege] was still sending "welcome" messages over and over again. Any ID that entered the live broadcast room would have a "welcome" message waiting for them. Although many people were mocking [Grape Gege] for being a robot, he was not affected and continued to send "welcome" messages as usual. Her heart was even more tangled.
[Mr. Grape] was not a robot, of course. When he first entered the broadcast room, Sihwa had seen him say one or two other words. He might have wanted to say something else, but he was too busy sending "welcome" messages to say it.
He was just one of her few die-hard fans. She did not ask him to do this, and she did not even thank him. How could he do this to such an extent?
There were also some other familiar IDs. When someone bullied her because she was a foreigner, they would use obscure and insulting words to speak to her. She, who had just learned Chinese, did not understand the meaning of those words. She thought that they were praising her. At that time, those familiar IDs would scold back and say that they would help her report them.
Looking at these fans that she did not know, the farewell that she had prepared in her heart could not be said no matter what.
Moreover, she had not seen that hateful [Watermelon]. If she did not scold him to her heart's content, she was not willing to leave like this.
Today's weather was not very good. It was gloomy, and it might rain. The temperature was also much lower than a few days ago, but her skin was hot. She was surrounded by bursts of warmth, as if she had been brought to the vicinity of the lava at the bottom of the sea by a white whale.
Everyone was still waiting for her to say the content of today's broadcast.
But if she did not broadcast sleeping, she really did not know what to broadcast. After all, she did not know anything.
Her gaze wandered around the narrow bathroom, and finally fell on the cover of the stack of fairy tale books on the bathroom cabinet.
"That … Actually, I don't know anything. I don't know how to play games, I don't know how to do talent, and I don't even know how to do the split. I even just started learning Chinese … If you don't mind, I want to read fairy tales to you. I know it's boring, but it's the only thing I know how to do," she said with her head lowered.
After saying that, Sihwa did not dare to look at the screen. She felt that there would definitely be a lot of people who would laugh at her. There would be a lot of people who would unsubscribe and leave the broadcast room. She had never seen or heard of any streamer who would broadcast reading fairy tales. Even she felt that it was super boring.
She had never admitted it like that, and she even regretted it a little. If only she had simply said that this would be her last broadcast.
After two or three minutes, she looked up at the screen with a red face. The screen did not have the ridicule that she had imagined. Instead, there were a lot of people expressing anticipation, and the number of fans did not decrease.
She picked up a fairy tale book, gathered her courage, and was about to open her mouth to read it when she saw someone else enter the broadcast room.
[Watermelon] entered the broadcast room.
[Mr. Grape]: Welcome!
[Watermelon]: Oh? What is the streamer doing? Reading fairy tales? That's quite rare.
Sihwa gritted her teeth and stared at the ID. She said, "It's you!"
[Watermelon]: It's me. Let's see if you can make me stay this time and make me willingly subscribe.
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