Life is always the best director and screenwriter, and even the wisest viewers can never predict what will happen in the next second.
Even Suming could only guess the general direction of what was to co from the patterns of life, but he could not clearly foresee the future.
Suming knew the live stream would be a success, as authenticity is the most touching, and He's personal story was sure to resonate with the audience.
But he never expected it to resonate so much.
The comnts in the live stream room were growing explosively, with ssages surging like tides along one side of the screen—rolling, one after another, wave upon wave, leaving viewers unable to catch up.
A comnt would barely appear before, in the blink of an eye, it was flipped to the next page, not even staying on screen for a second—completely unreadable.
As a result, many viewers eager to express their emotions could only do so through gifts, writing what they wanted to say in the accompanying ssages.
'Mountains and Rivers et' sent Mr. He 20 'Mantis Shrimps', comnting, "Mr. He, I'm forty this year. I deeply empathize with your story; I grew up in the countryside and have experienced the exact sa things!
'So-and-So One' sent 'Big Grey Dog' 20 'Hip-hop Monkeys,' hoping that all loyal dogs in the world have an owner who loves them!
'Chen Chi' sent Mr. He 33 'Hip-hop Monkeys' and sent Wangwang 44 'Hip-hop Monkeys', wishing both Mr. He and Wangwang long and healthy lives!
'Cat at Half-past Six in the Morning' sent Mr. Su 40 'Hip-hop Monkeys', accusing, "You're too cold-hearted, not even crying. Look at you, your mouth wide open like a Hip-hop Monkey, still laughing..."
Suming: "..." felt an inexplicable pain in his knee.
'Droopy-eared Rabbit' sent Mr. Su 99 'Mantis Shrimps', demanding, "Don't end the live stream. Cry with us a little longer, or we'll take your life..."
Suming's right knee pained him again.
His legs were done for.
'White-haired Mouse' sent...
'Yellow Golden Eagle' sent...
...
"Dear viewers, the ti has already exceeded five minutes, and Mr. Su still has to lead a summary eting," Suming lanted to the screen, helpless.
The response in the live room was enthusiastic while the ten square ter studio told another story entirely.
He had spent a lifeti at the lectern, his interactions confined to chalk and blackboard, and had never seen anything like this.
Seeing the 'Fervor of the Crowd' on the screen, He was a bit frightened and asked Suming, looking nervous in front of the cara, "Mr. Su, did I say sothing wrong? If I have misspoken, I apologize to everyone..."
"No, no, Mr. He, you didn't say the wrong thing, nor did you do anything wrong," Suming hurried to explain, "The audience is very enthusiastic; it just shows that you've done well. Just imagine you're teaching a class, asked a question, and all the students raised their hands eagerly to answer in unison."
"Ah?" Mr. He blinked, confused. Was there such a good class? He had taught dozens of classes over decades, his teaching skills undoubtedly high, yet when he asked a question, he was usually t with a sea of heads, and it was good if two or three students volunteered to answer.
The young live strears standing in the corner, too, had snapped back from the story they had just heard.
Perhaps too young to have personally experienced He's story, but human emotions have commonalities, and the genuine feelings of companionship between humans and animals in the tale of He, the Big Grey Dog, and Wangwang deeply moved them as well.
Strictly speaking, those 'punished to stand against the wall' live strears on-site were the most affected group, lost in the story and their thoughts, having forgotten their real purpose for being there: to observe and learn how Suming hosted the ' and It' segnt.
It was a young female live strear with the nickna 'Little Tiger' who ca to her senses first, and while dabbing her teary eyes with a tissue, she suddenly noticed the 'data analysis screen' that had been neglected.
"Mr. Su... look... at this..." Little Tiger pointed at the screen, stunned, so shocked that she even forgot they were live.
Following her finger, Suming saw that on the computer screen behind the cara, the bar chart representing the ' and It' live room had quietly risen to the top spot and had secured the leading position far above the second spot.
Beneath the bar, there was a detailed data analysis, including numbers of viewers, comnts, gifts, and dozens more trics.
Suming had no ti to scrutinize these figures, he glanced hurriedly, and saw the numbers rising rapidly, the last two digits of every tric spinning dizzily like slot machines in a gaming hall.
The anchors who just now weren't optimistic about the ' and It' segnt suddenly seed to have a freeze spell cast on them, standing stiff as boards against the wall, staring dumbfounded at the bar chart.
So... does this count as a success? A massive success? Or perhaps, an unprecedented success?
Especially that anchor who initially took pleasure in others' misfortune, his cheeks were as red as a monkey's butt. When Mr. Su takes action, he's worth two, you have to respect that!
"Aooo Aooo Aooo!" Suddenly, a strange roar startled everyone.
The roar ca from the audience's live broadcast room, where with a swish a top-tier 'Super Monster' appeared on the screen, roaring as it took center stage, showing off its might, invincible.
'Feng Yiye' gave 'Mr. Su' a 'Super Monster,' Mr. Su must not leave, we still have so many questions to ask.
The 'remarks' of this top-tier Super Monster imdiately elicited a wave of agreent in the live broadcast room.
On the right side of the comnt board, the viewers sohow maintained formation spontaneously.
'Mr. Su must not leave, we still have so many questions to ask!'
'Mr. Su must not leave, we still have so many questions to ask!'
'Mr. Su must not leave, we still have so many questions to ask!'
Totally swamped with ssages, it was no longer tenable to use 'can't see clearly' as an excuse. The entire comnt board was filled with the sa sentence, anyone with the literacy of a second-grader would be ashad to say they didn't see it.
Given the situation, Suming had no choice but to extend the live broadcast ti, or to be precise, he increased the Q&A session.
The audience's questions were mainly about the ' and It' segnt.
How many tis will it be broadcast each week?
How long is each broadcast?
Is there a replay?
Can it be syndicated?
Who will be the next guest?
Suming tried to answer every question in clear and concise language, and in doing so, he formally introduced the ' and It' live broadcast program to everyone.
What was originally planned as a twenty-minute live stream ended up lasting a full forty-eight minutes. Mainly because the audience's questions eventually started to go off-topic, like Mr. Su, do you have a girlfriend? Mr. Su, I want to be your girlfriend, Mr. Su, do you like boys...?
Seeing this, Suming decisively ended the live broadcast.
Breaking out in a cold sweat, although Nangong was usually busy with work and seldom went online. But what if she was watching? Just what if? The risk was too high; I didn't want to be beaten up by a bunch of cops.
——Divider——
Ah, how I wish I could show the faces of the people in the group on the live broadcast platform, that would at least be content for three chapters... In fact, I had written about twenty to thirty people in the group, several thousand words, but I thought better of it and deleted most of them, fearing too much water would drown you all.
If I were to give face ti to a few thousand people on the fan leaderboard... commorative coins, and I would be blacklisted by Qidian...
The story of the big grey dog is sothing I read online, and the reason I chose to use it is that it resonated with . Around ten years old, I spent about half a month playing in the village where my father used to be sent down to the countryside; the villagers were very hospitable. When they heard I wanted to try 'wild ga,' they slaughtered their watch dog for ...
It was a long ti after eating that I learned the truth.
Knowing the truth, tears fell, and I cried with such sorrow. Even many years later, the thought of that dog still hurts...
Of course, keeping a dog in the countryside is different from keeping one in the city, so we can't call them heartless. Please don't dwell on it too much.
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