Chapter 78: The Livestream Most Respectful Of Yu Wei Across The Whole Web
Lin Yuting’s live broadcast data is not ideal.
Setting aside the increasingly cutthroat internet environment, she has quite a few problems herself…
Her live broadcast environment is too poor; an ordinary room in a residential building has no soundproofing materials at all, and if the voice gets a bit loud, it’s easy to disturb the neighbors, so she only streams during the day.
As everyone knows, the best time for live broadcast data is often at night, when netizens are off work or resting, so they have time for leisure; during the day, they’re all busy being workhorses—who has time to watch live broadcasts?
Even when singing during the day, she tries to keep her voice as low as possible, so it’s no wonder the live broadcast effect is poor under those circumstances…
What’s more, Lin Yuting can’t see bullet comments, and her interaction with the live broadcast room audience relies entirely on the bullet comment robot’s voice broadcast, which is slow, stiff, and delayed, so many viewers just swipe away without waiting for a reply.
In the streamer business, the emotional value generated from interaction is very important; after all, everyone’s entertainment time is limited now—if you ignore me, why should I watch you?
As for playing the sympathy card, that’s not fresh anymore; sympathy comes fast and goes fast too, and if a streamer wants to retain fans, they still need to have something substantial.
Yu Wei deeply understands this; he previously had a colleague friend who sold misery every day with little essays to get reader support, but it still ended in failure as expected.
These days, who has it easy?
“Have you considered moving out to do live broadcasting properly?”
He was just making a simple suggestion; after all, if Lin Yuting really wants to pursue the streamer path, then the live broadcast environment is a link she must improve.
Renovating the old house at home would be troublesome too, so the simplest method at such times is still to move out.
“Ah… I can’t do it.”
Upon hearing this, Lin Yuting trembled abruptly like a startled fawn, her whole demeanor instantly wilting; for her, this risk was too great.
Whether in life or finances, she has no way to be independent at all; honestly, she doesn’t have much confidence in singing either—what if she moves out for live broadcasting and fails to make a name, wouldn’t that just make things worse?
“How about this: you decide based on your performance in this program?”
Yu Wei proposed his idea with a hint of encouragement: “If your stage performance can conquer everyone present, doesn’t that prove you have the ability?”
She still has her parents as support now, but elders will eventually grow old, and she’ll have to face the outside world someday.
Yu Wei felt he wasn’t overflowing with sympathy; facing a fan who truly likes him and prepared a special gift for him, any normal person wouldn’t turn a blind eye.
It wasn’t about saving someone from dire straits; helping out with what he could was fine.
“I can’t do it.”
A faint blush rose on Lin Yuting’s fair cheeks, her eyelashes fluttering in panic like butterfly wings; although she still lacked confidence, her visible confusion was clearly shaken.
Today’s program was brought by Lin Yuting’s cousin; when Yu Wei casually asked why her parents didn’t come along, Lin Yuting’s cousin actually made an excuse to send Lin Yuting away.
“Uncle and aunt really wanted to accompany Yu Ting, but they couldn’t get away from work…”
Yu Wei’s first reaction was that even at a time like this, they’re still thinking about work, but then he thought, Lin Yuting’s parents dote on her so much—how could they feel at ease letting their daughter attend such a big program event alone?
“They’re probably trying to save more money for their daughter to spend in the second half of her life.”
The cousin nodded silently and let out a long sigh.
Money enough to last half a lifetime—how easy is it for an ordinary family to save that, aside from earning desperately, they definitely have to scrimp and save too…
Yu Wei felt his throat getting a bit sour; he could already imagine the middle-aged couple skimping and saving to store money for their daughter.
“Relatives and friends actually arranged many potential spouses for Yu Ting, but uncle and aunt all disagreed; they’re afraid their daughter will suffer grievances.”
These are truly someone else’s parents; Yu Wei previously had a female classmate with poor eyesight—not fully blind, just congenital severe myopia—and later in high school, he heard her parents had married her off.
In small places, they don’t care about age; they hold the banquet first and talk later—heard that in their eyes, this daughter was a burden.
There’s no comparability in such things; Yu Wei just subconsciously recalled it—Lin Yuting is very fortunate; she has a very good family.
Because of Lin Yuting’s live broadcast environment, the recording of Music Blind Box was also hard to do at her home; finally, after getting her parents’ agreement, the program team specially arranged a temporary residence for her.
The house isn’t big, but the live broadcast environment is great and comes with live broadcast equipment—no idea where the program team got it from…
However, there’s only one fully equipped live broadcast room; Yu Wei very considerately chose to use the bedroom computer for streaming, since he only wanted to stream writing, and didn’t need the other equipment.
Having a camera filming the keyboard was enough.
Yu Wei had also considered co-streaming with Lin Yuting, but decided against it; he could bring traffic to make her room popular, but it would only treat the symptoms, not the root cause.
He couldn’t possibly stay in her live broadcast room every day; once he leaves, those netizens who came for him would definitely scatter, which wouldn’t help Lin Yuting’s streaming career much.
That kind of popularity isn’t lasting, and it’s not what Lin Yuting wants either.
Streaming separately is just fine, and it avoids Yu Wei being seen as the top gifter…
Actually, back when Yu Wei was a failure, he thought about streaming writing, until one time he came across a Platinum author’s live broadcast room and saw only a few dozen people watching.
Even with that reader’s base, no one watches the live broadcast—how could a failure dare to show off? After all, streaming writing isn’t that entertaining to watch.
Today was still his first time streaming writing; honestly, he wasn’t very enthusiastic—it was just the program team’s task!
After aiming the camera at the keyboard, Yu Wei used live broadcast software to capture the word count stats, and then Round Head Elder’s live broadcast room officially opened.
“Almost forgot.”
Yu Wei casually searched for a cat typing image and pasted it in the bottom right corner of the counter, then leisurely began writing.
Although Qi Luo An had praised his hands as good-looking, they’re actually nothing special and hard to use as identification; besides, this camera has whitening.
In the first half hour of the debut stream, there wasn’t a single message in the live broadcast room; although the viewer count flickered a few times, it never broke through single digits—basically all drive-by viewers.
Until he had written over a thousand words, a netizen named Half a Lifetime of Glory~ sent the first bullet comment: Where is the author writing, Qidian or Qiezi?
Yu Wei originally didn’t plan to reply, but unexpectedly this person was quite patient, asking three or four questions in a row: signed yet, what genre, clearly posing as a web novel master.
It couldn’t be a colleague teasing a newcomer, right?
Only then did Yu Wei turn on the microphone, deliberately using the voice line from singing Sword Like a Dream to answer: “Qidian, urban.”
This was a new usage Yu Wei discovered a few days ago; after perfectly mastering a song, he could disassemble its constituent elements.
In theory, the more songs he masters, the more he can achieve mastery across the board.
“Urban? Too cutthroat, I write fantasy.”
Sure enough, a web novel master teasing a newcomer; he’s seen plenty of such colleagues, lv4 and lv5 levels, still joining newbie groups every day to complain about how hard signing is.
It’s like putting on a monkey show…
Before he could reply, the person followed up: “All the urban traffic has been sucked up by Yu Wei, sigh!”
The text overflowed with heartfelt pain over the hardships of fellow authors; Yu Wei frowned slightly and instantly understood—this was the type of colleague who thought he was ruining the industry.
“Yeah, I’ve read his books too; setting aside the songs, the writing is pretty average.”
Yu Wei was adept at playing dumb, but it wasn’t fishing either—he really thought so; his true level was indeed only failure level.
A person’s biggest hater is themselves, because only they know exactly how mediocre they are.
“I’ve met someone who gets it, just like I thought.”
『Half a Lifetime of Glory~ forwarded the live broadcast room』
What was this? Could he have other like-minded brothers?
Thinking about it, it made sense; the web novel circle has big circles within small ones—authors basically join many groups, and it’s normal to have small groups where they chat freely.
Five minutes later, the live broadcast room viewer count officially broke through single digits; a few people seemed to have found their group and began analyzing how Yu Wei’s books didn’t match their position.
All Yu Hei, huh?
The live broadcast room that respects Yu Wei the most across the entire internet!
Why did these people come to his own live broadcast room instead of chatting in their small group? The reason was simple: the live broadcast room has high spread while bullet comments aren’t the main role.
They planned to use the live broadcast room as a gun—say whatever they want to curse, and if it blows up, the streamer takes the blame.
Conveniently, he could really take that blame.
Looking at the bullet comments with their formulaic talking points, Yu Wei couldn’t hold back a bit—just this? This level?
Looked like he had to handle it personally.
“Not just the novels, I think his songs are average too!”
