This was Tang Shu’s first livestream debut after her celebrity identity reveal, six months after the last ti.
Even though the announcent had been made on Weibo a day prior, the platform staff were still extrely busy.
"The original livestreams with Uncle She and Jing Yu already made us work nonstop, but now it’s double trouble!"
"Adding extra servers is a standard move, but we also have to stare at the live data without a break. We’re just programrs—why do we work harder than the chiefs of big companies?"
"This isn’t scientific!"
Clearly, everyone saw these comnts as regular rants—complaining two lines before every livestream almost felt like a ritual for the team.
But, of course, talking was one thing; their hands kept working swiftly, and the staff even found ti for so fun, betting on how many viewers would be online during the stream.
"If you ask , even if Uncle She turns out to be Tang Shu, her livestream content is quite dull for the average young person. There won’t be too many people joining, right?"
"Bro, do a favor and take that back, I beg you. Don’t curse us again like last ti. You said the sa thing then!"
And what happened? Boom! Disaster!
The guy slumped in embarrassnt, zipped his mouth shut, and mid a zipping motion with his hands away from the keyboard.
At 8 PM sharp, Tang Shu—or should we say Uncle She—officially began her livestream. Fans from both sides flooded in like a tidal wave. Before she even spoke, the comnt section was already scrolling furiously.
The backend staff jolted nervously, their mouse nearly clicking the close button by accident.
"Don’t panic, standard procedures, standard procedures!"
"We can handle this. Let’s just watch and—what the hell, two million viewers right after starting?"
"Who’s breaking laws of physics now!"
Breaking physics wasn’t realistic, but Tang Shu’s moderators and senior fans sure had an uncanny knack for shutting everyone up. Case in point: while the usual chat ssages swept through, gifts began pouring in furiously.
[Finally got the chance to throw so money at you! You have no idea how frustrating it’s been for us old fans chasing an idol without spending on anything!]
[Four years, I’ve been an Uncle fan for four years, and sohow haven’t spent a single penny. Can you believe that?]
[Forget spending money, I’ve actually made so! Believe it or not: didn’t pay a di to see a play in the capital, didn’t spend a thing traveling to Yi City, the life of an Uncle fan is unimaginable hahahahaha~~~]
[Damn, the person above is amazing. I only ever won once, and it was just to et Uncle She in person and have a chat!]
[???]
[!!!]
[Hey buddy, mad respect, turns out you’re one of the OG fans!]
The platform staff were dumbfounded—what is this? Is idol fandom supposed to be so complicated? Why does it seem so fun? Am I really tempted to join now?
But at this mont, Uncle She’s longti fans wouldn’t tolerate intrusions. This is their turf—why should others co flaunting themselves around? Sure, it was the sa person they were supporting, but territory matters.
[Those gift-giving fans, let say one thing: you all scream newbie. That’s not how Uncle She rolls.]
[Newbie 1. Right now throwing gifts, seriously? You looking for trouble or LOOKING FOR TROUBLE?]
[Let teach you how to be a proper Uncle She fan! There’s a lot of rules, you know? Ready to learn or not?]
The moderators and veteran fans, busy sending gifts, froze—they actually had people teach them how to behave? This day truly felt surreal.
Unbelievable!
Utter nonsense!
The war between the two camps of seasoned fans imdiately began. anwhile, Tang Shu couldn’t care less—since her identity was exposed, she didn’t bother using a voice modifier, and even adjusted the cara angle further back.
Suddenly, Tang Shu’s stunningly beautiful face filled the screen without any warning for the audience.
The two battling camps of fans instantly fell silent, collectively shutting their mouths (and keyboards). Before anyone could snap out of staring at the ultra-HD close-up, a cup of red tea was placed in front of their idol.
"Freshly brewed. Would you like to add a few red dates?"
"Sure."
Jing Yu’s slender fingers entered the fra, followed closely by his handso face. Despite exchanging only two lines, fans could still feel the pink sparks flying between them—even through the screen.
[What the—double the impact... ouch!]
[Officer! Officer! Sobody’s killing singletons here—quick, call for backup!]
[Death is imminent. Why did I think it was a good idea to watch this livestream? Wouldn’t staying ho and binge-watching dramas have been way more comforting?]
[Thanks for the invitation, I’m full now.]
[Full 1]
...
The backend personnel watched the viewer count soar rapidly from two million to two and a half million, feeling both increasingly nonchalant and yet thoroughly fed by this unapologetic public display of affection from the newlywed couple.
It was... truly unexpected.
***
By the next day, Tang Shu, who had been absent for half a year, made her big return—and instantly dominated the charts, trending everywhere.
The livestream from the previous night had undoubtedly reassured her fans. They’d preemptively thought this unpredictable celebrity might retire from the industry after marriage.
"Thank goodness, at least she’s still here."
"Finally, my heart is at peace. I was scared I’d never see that stunningly gorgeous face on screen again."
"Now that everything’s settled, isn’t it ti to sort out her upcoming projects? Let’s not delay!"
"TV dramas, movies, variety shows, reality TV—I’ll take all of it, no complaints!"
"Livestream, livestream! Five hours a day, every day—I won’t miss a second, trust !"
Having taken their "reassurance pill," netizens began stirring up enthusiasm again. Luo Lin was well-prepared this ti, ensuring Starshine dia posted updates right on schedule.
The announcent of Tang Shu’s participation in the docuntary National Treasure Story quickly spread across the internet. At the sa ti, Starshine dia revealed a fanbase event in celebration of reaching one billion followers: a lucky draw for 3,000 winners to receive museum tickets nationwide—not only free but also including family passes.
"I knew it... she always thinks big!"
"Tickets to museums across the country? Guess I’ve got weekend plans now with my kids hahahaha~~~"
"Enough talking, let’s go join the draw!"
Shen Yan, noticing how most of the first comnters brought up their children, couldn’t help but feel sentintal.
"I’ve been saying this—young people today rarely care about visiting museums. Look here, am I right? Everyone’s just using it as an excuse for their kids to broaden their horizons."
It’s strange—modern young people seem increasingly pragmatic. They spend their workdays ruffling their bosses’ feathers, their evenings coordinating to thrash their gaming foes, and even with unmatched zeal, they pursue leisure vastly different from other generations.
As for museums or libraries? Almost out of the question—life already feels tough enough under the weight of massive ho and car loans. Why not use that precious ti to go ho and sleep instead? Sounds more practical.
"Could it be that our boss is about to face a big hiccup this ti?"
Shen Yan couldn’t shake an uneasy feeling. Conversely, Xiao Li next to him held a differing opinion.
"Think back to two years ago when no one cared about stage plays. Now, look at how far we’ve co—getting tickets for the capital’s renowned theater troupe feels impossible. So, do you want to repeat that bold statent of yours again?"
"... No, I think I’ll pass on giving you the chance to humiliate further."
Shen Yan surrendered instantly.
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