Chapter 170 - Online Flirting (1/2)

“Are you nuts? Ha ha ha ha ha!”

“Is that you, fatty wallah?”

“666!”

“Didn’t know Meng fatty had such a nice tone!”

“An art streamer is singing for you then follows up with an imitation show. Do you respect him yet?!”

“Another!”

Meng Fan’s voice was pretty clear. In the stream, it came as a surprise to most of his viewers. Since it was a dumbass statement, several netizens began to laugh out loud at their screens. Once the live comments thickened, the gifts naturally followed.

“Can’t you guys just quietly watch me draw?”

Meng Fan smiled and paused his music. He picked up his pen and continued to draw. However, his lips did not stop as he continued to banter. “Doesn’t everyone have a dream? I have one too. Drawing is one, and the other is voice dubbing. I always wanted to become a seiyuu, so I’ve been practicing. Today, I applied for a few dubbing positions, but nobody’s responded yet. It’s probably done for.”

He chatted with them as if he were talking to a group of friends. He did not stop the artwork at hand. He spoke plenty of interesting events and people he encountered while studying vocal dubbing, but of course, he did not mention any names.

Most of the fickle netizens in the stream were manga enthusiasts, so they were interested in this category of work as well. After bringing it up, all the viewers who had chided for Meng Fan to continue singing went quiet.

Aside from the appealing content, Meng Fan’s vocal range and rhythm were something they were willing to continue listening to as if they were hearing a story.

The scene was quite harmonious.

Meng Fan kept talking although he could feel the atmosphere through the screen, and he could see new netizens tuning into his broadcast as well.

There were several live comments, but it was like a calm kind that couldn’t make a ruckus.

Meng Fan didn’t expect this; he could really just chat with his viewers, and it would count as stream content.

And it worked too.

When beauty guru streamers gossiped, they always drew a large audience.

Of course, there were also some manly folks who did stand-up.

Only Meng Fan was a bit different. He didn’t gossip nor performed a stand-up. He just talked.

Meng Fan was comfortable with this method.

In the blink of an eye, it was 11 o’clock already. Meng Fan continued to draw, but he stopped streaming; it was not good to stream the entirety of the content he was drawing.

“Last one before I log off. You guys sleep early too.”

As he was drawing the last piece, he suddenly remembered a piece of information from the original novel. A playful thought appeared in his mind. “I don’t know how many fans of the original “There’s A Spirit Underground” novel there are here, but I feel like Mr.Sleepy wrote this part very eloquently. Let me read it for you guys.”

Then Meng Fan’s nasally voice sounded from the stream. “…Ah Ruo kept feeling a stickiness on her hands, and as she twisted open the faucet, she felt the ice water flow. She retracted her hands and awaited the hot water to flow through. Steam emerged from the faucet, but the water was red—scarlet red—and came with a wretched stench. A bug. A purple bug crawled out of the faucet. It had a face, and it was grinning. Ah Ruo’s soul left her body as she stepped back in shock; she then bumped into a person. A person? How could there be a person in her house!? She turned around and saw a girl holding a cat, smiling at her. “Let’s learn to meow together, meow meow meow…”

“Holy f*ck!”

“Are you crazy!”

“I’m unsubscribing!”

“I was already in the mood, wtf!”

“I was ready to be scared but not like this!”

“Meng Boss, you’re going to break a limb like this!”

“I have a weak heart!”

“…”

After pressing down his voice, it was indeed possible for him to create a horror-like atmosphere. And based on what actually happened to the girl in the book, it was quite terrifying as well. When Meng Fan had read the excerpt, he felt goosebumps taking over his entire body.

Meng Fan knew the appeal of his voice and read the original manuscript. The viewers in his stream must have been scared, and he didn’t have the heart to keep going since he wanted to end it on a more optimistic note, so he decided to be cheeky for a moment.

“Hahaha.” Meng Fan awkwardly uttered a polite laugh and shyly said, “Uhm, it was just a joke. How about I read you guys a love poem to fall asleep to?”

“Are you crazy? Who asked you to do that!?”

“This is too gay. I’m reporting you!”

“Run!”

“S.e.x.y. Host is flirting with people online!”