"So weird, why aren't there any viewers?" Tang Keke fiddled with it for a long time. When the stream started, she found that there wasn't a single outside viewer. The online count was only a handful, and they were all just the members of the Light Music Club.
"Did you turn on the People Nearby feature?"
"I did."
An Shiyu pointed out the crux of the problem. "The title is completely plain, and the cover is literally just a guitar. Who do you think would click on that?"
"Then how should I change it?" Tang Keke was curious. Wasn't it perfectly normal for a Light Music Club to use this kind of title and cover?
"Stand right there and don't move," An Shiyu said.
"Oh?" As Tang Keke obediently stood still, An Shiyu took out her phone and snapped a picture of her, then tapped her screen to crop it slightly.
"Use this as the cover," An Shiyu said, pointing at her chest.
"The account will get banned!" Tang Keke immediately retorted. "Are you a pervert?!"
"This is the only chance you'll get in this lifetime. To reforge the glory of the Light Music Club, your assets are duty-bound." An Shiyu put on a deadpan expression and placed a hand on Tang Keke's shoulder.
"Do you really want the Light Music Club to be disbanded because we have no viewers?"
"No way!" Tang Keke immediately shouted back. "Since when were we getting disbanded?!"
While Tang Keke and An Shiyu were bickering, Ye Shuang thought for a moment and then uploaded a group photo of the Light Music Club as the cover.
At the very least, their looks were top-tier. So, very quickly, he noticed a dozen or so viewers trickling into the stream, and a few scattered comments began to appear.
"Holy crap, isn't this our academy's Light Music Club? They're streaming?"
"The school beauty, Bai Yuyou, is so pretty."
"Damn, I love the Raiden Shogun."
However, none of the girls had any experience chatting with a live audience. They just stared blankly at the comments. It seemed these viewers were all students from their own academy.
Perhaps turning on the People Nearby feature had drawn their schoolmates in.
"What do we do next?" Ye Shuang looked at the comments, noticing the viewer count was increasing.
"Sing a song?" Zhi Xia suggested.
"Alright, let's sing!"
The group gathered their focus, picked up their instruments, and prepared to perform.
"What should we sing?"
"Let's sing something we know. Summer Wind?" Zhi Xia smiled.
"Okay."
Accompanied by the melodious music, Linlin held her guitar and began to sing,
"I will always remember the summer wind, clearly saying you love me~"
"I see your cool smile, but there are also times you're shy~"
Very quickly, the group got into the groove. Even though they hadn't played together in a while, it only took a few minutes for everyone to blend perfectly.
Ye Shuang played the piano in the back. With everyone standing there, it felt like they were holding a small concert.
When the final note faded, An Shiyaya trotted over excitedly to check the phone, but her expression quickly froze.
"What's wrong? Let me see." The other girls leaned in to check the viewer count.
After just one song, they found that only a few viewers remained.
Everyone: "..."
This... this isn't right, is it?
Could it be that our singing was that terrible?
"Should we play a few more?" Linlin also found it unbelievable. They clearly had dozens of viewers just a moment ago, but now it was down to single digits.
A few of them were even just there for Ye Shuang, leaving comments like The school doctor brother is so handsome and so on.
"It's always like this at the beginning, don't worry everyone," Ducky spoke up at this moment, sounding like someone with experience. "Just stick with it."
"Oh? True." Everyone agreed that they were being a bit too impatient. After all, they had just started streaming. Having no viewers or fans was actually completely normal.
"Then let's keep going!"
"Let's do this, Keke," Bai Yuyou said, holding her guitar and looking at Tang Keke, who was holding her own.
"Yeah!" Tang Keke raised a small fist.
But after singing for a solid half-hour, the viewer count remained stagnant at seven or eight people.
"I can't do this anymore. Let's just forget about streaming," Tang Keke said.
"Ah... let's take a break." Zhi Xia wiped the sweat from her forehead. They had already burned a lot of energy planting trees today, and she wasn't really in the zone.
Instead, An Shiyaya urged, "Let's stick with it a little longer, everyone!"
"Let's just do it next time. The stream doesn't matter anyway." Tang Keke waved her hand, already planning to slack off.
"If you're this lazy, the few fans we do have will run away too," An Shiyaya said helplessly.
"Shiyaya, why don't we rest for now? After all, we aren't professional streamers. It's fine as long as we're having fun," Zhi Xia said with a smile. Seeing An Shiyaya take it so seriously made her, the club president, feel a bit embarrassed about wanting to rest.
"Let's have a cup of tea," Linlin agreed.
"Yeah!"
Seeing that no new viewers were joining the stream, everyone simply gave up. They sat in their usual spots, laughing, eating snacks, and drinking tea.
"Ye Shuang, a cookie." Bai Yuyou handed a cookie to Ye Shuang, who had just sat down.
"Talk about a three-minute passion," Ye Shuang chuckled.
Left with no other choice, An Shiyaya also sat down to rest. However, instead of eating snacks, she began maintaining her instrument.
The twilight outside the window dyed the club room in warm colors. It was already around six or seven o'clock, almost time to wrap up today's club activities.
"Hm? Is the phone still streaming? Let's put it away."
"Everyone is too slacking," An Shiyaya sighed, then walked over to the phone.
Sure enough, she probably needed to impart some of her experience, right?
But when An Shiyaya picked up the phone, she froze.
Because the number of viewers in the stream had actually surpassed three thousand!
"Eh?" The girl rubbed her eyes, wondering if she was seeing things. "Three thousand, why?"
Why had the viewer count increased?
"Everyone, the viewer count went up!" An Shiyaya quickly announced.
Hm?
Hearing this, everyone paused for a moment before getting up to check the phone.
"Hahaha, did they not know they were still live? They're all so cute."
"Anyone play Honor of Kings? Looking for a duo."
"I'm a little fairy boy. I might smoke and drink, but I'm a good guy. The bride price is only 300,000. DM me if interested."
"If you can't find a boyfriend, it's just because you aren't trying hard enough."
The comments were completely chaotic, leaving Tang Keke and the others utterly bewildered.
Little did they know, many people had stayed in the stream drawn by the unique, youthful aura of the laughing girls. The sight of them drinking tea and playfully teasing each other was incredibly pleasing to the eye, not to mention that all the girls were highly attractive, even without any beauty filters turned on.
"Streamers, don't play music, just sit there and drink tea?" Zhi Xia let out a noise of surprise upon seeing one of the comments and looked at the group.
"Since it's come to this, let's just drink tea for now," An Shiyu said.
"Uh..."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
