Chapter 198 - There’s A Spirit Underground” Volume 1 (1/2)
Chapter 198: “There’s A Spirit Underground” Volume 1
The most anticipated performance of the 11/11 gala, without doubt, was the superstar at the end of the show. Technically, that English superstar who began the show was also very famous, but he’d been in China before and was no longer fresh. But this superstar had never been to China before, and no one could steal their spotlight.
Aside from this, there were a few more other highlights as well. “Fairy” and the long-distance basketball were undoubtedly among the best, and Meng Fan was the common factor of the two. Naturally, he was the biggest surprise of the gala. Several people had searched it up, curious as to who this person was and what he was like.
The hashtag #WhoisMengFan was trending for a long time on Weibo. Everyone’s shopping craze was at an all-time high, yet people still had the time to push Meng Fan onto the trending page. Probably because his sand art performance and long-ranged shot were amazing enough on their own, but combined, people couldn’t contain their curiosity.
During the day, he was temporarily removed from the trending list. After all, everyone was up late shopping, but at night, he made it again after people resumed their searches…
There were many people who entered Meng Fan’s stream through Weibo. There were so many viewers that 8th Station actually felt nervous, so they opened a second channel for him.
“I just got here, is this the sand art magician’s channel?”
“Are you the god hand?”
“Weibo Spectator +1.”
“I’m here from the trending list!”
“I heard this host is kind of troll!”
“I heard he could sing too.”
“His voice is so crisp!”
“What is this stream for, how did I end up here?”
“Host, are you thirsty for your fans?”
“Hahaha, our host only eats fried foods!”
“Wtf there’s so many people! Meng fatty can’t hide anymore!”
“Everyone’s here from the 11/11 gala, right?”
Meng Fan didn’t think he’d have this kind of impact on the gala, but he also wasn’t planning to score such a crazy basket that night either. If he hadn’t scored that hoop, he’d probably have half the number of curious viewers.
Sand art and long-distance shooting were only effective combined because the two have nothing to do with each other.
“I know several fickle netizens are here from last night’s 11/11 gala. You guys want to watch some sand art right? My viewers from before have never seen me perform sand art, so I’ll stream myself sand painting for an hour today, followed by an hour of manga.” Meng Fan smiled. “Because of the 11/11 gala, I haven’t had time to work on my manga in several days. If I don’t work on it soon, there won’t be anymore updates.”
Meng Fan wasn’t going to change up his schedule just because there were new viewers. He continued his normal regimen.
His new sand art station was already set up with his streaming equipment. It was directly attached to the streaming device, while his live stream assistant had already picked out the most optimal angle. If Meng Fan wanted, he could add any special effects with the live stream aid to make his stream feel like the 11/11 gala’s stream. The live stream assistant could also direct the program and cut out and stitch in any special scenes.
All the new viewers were mostly there out of curiosity, as there were several of them, reaching a total online viewer count of 700,000 when Meng Fan had only been on for about 30 minutes.
They’d come out of curiosity, but whether they stayed or not would depend on Meng Fan.
Make them all stay?
That’s not likely. Not everyone had the habit of watching streams.
Meng Fan would be very talented if he could keep a quarter of the newcomers.
In an hour, the sand art performance ended, and Meng Fan began to work on his manga. The number of viewers began to decrease, going from a peak high of 900,000 back to 700,000.
As Meng Fan continued his stream, the viewer count continued to fall, to a number hovering between 500,000 and 400,000.
It was even harder to determine if they’d come again or not.