There were five minutes left until seven o’clock.
Mou Keyan pushed open the door, walked into her live streaming room, pulled out the pink ergonomic chair, and sat down in the center of the screen.
The computer was on, the Douyu live streaming companion software and broadcasting parameters had already been set up in advance.
The camera was working, the microphone was working, the fill light was working, everything was normal.
She turned her head, glancing habitually toward the door, but the main bedroom door was tightly closed.
Mou Keyan gathered her emotions, took a deep breath, and grasped the mouse.
Her wrist was stiff, and she seemed... a bit nervous.
But it wasn’t her first time dancing in front of an audience.
How could the number of people in the live streaming room compare to the tens of thousands of eyes throughout the entire university?
What in the world was she nervous about?
She looked involuntarily toward the sticky note under the keyboard; the words on it were scrawled chaotically.
Send you three clever strategies: Follow current novels on ⓝovelFire.net
[1. For gifts above the airplane level, remember to thank and send a heart symbol in the live room!]
Next to the heart symbol, there was a drawing of a gesture, seemingly teaching her how to make the hand sign.
What kind of clever strategies were these!
Ever since Mr. Lu had assigned the live streaming task, she had come to understand this business somewhat.
In her eyes, getting some fish balls was already nice, but an airplane gift cost one hundred dollars; who would give a hundred dollars to a stranger?
Mou Keyan smiled with pursed lips, the time drawing closer to seven o’clock, she had no time to keep reading.
Her index finger lightly clicked on the live streaming button.
Douyu live dance zone, room number 22619.
——New streamer Fairy Miao has started broadcasting!
"Here it comes, Brother Deng, she’s started broadcasting!"
At Nanhu University’s Economics College, in a junior year dorm.
Unlike others’ laptops, Deng Yuan had specially equipped a top-of-the-line desktop machine in the dorm room.
The huge curved screen display offered an excellent viewing experience, and his three roommates dragged their chairs close to Deng Yuan, all staring intently at the screen where the anchor Fairy Miao appeared.
"Wow, can’t believe so many people came to watch, thank you all for your fish balls and gifts."
Today, Mou Keyan had put a lot of effort into her makeup, striking a balance between sophistication and natural beauty.
Her foundation was clear and long-lasting, her complexion appeared even and bright, and in front of the live streaming camera, it seemed as if she had a natural glow, while still maintaining her original texture.
The eyes were the absolute core of a female broadcaster’s makeup, and she cleverly used the layering effects of eyeliner and eyeshadow, with delicate eyeliner wrapping around her eyelids, making her eyes appear exceptionally deep.
The SUQQU eyeshadow palette, in a soft color tone close to her skin color, was gently blended into the eye socket, creating a stunning natural gradient effect.
Having been nurtured by long-term external performance environments, when it came to makeup skills alone, she was definitely second to none among her peers.
"Fairy Miao looks really pretty today..."
Ever since she had started broadcasting, Deng Yuan’s gaze had been glued to the screen, not blinking an eye.
He hadn’t even thought to open the bottle of Coke he was holding.
"Indeed, she looks great. I feel like Mou Keyan is so far away from us now, is it just an illusion?"
Another roommate whispered.
"Definitely an illusion, Brother Deng has such a flirtatious relationship with her, what nonsense are you spouting?"
Upon hearing this, Deng Yuan couldn’t help but nod his head: "That is true."
"Look at the lipstick she’s using now, what color is that? Tomato red! It must be the one I gave her."
Although Deng Yuan couldn’t recognize the specific shade, he was ready to brag.
The popularity of the live streaming room steadily increased.
On the screen, Mou Keyan’s smile was full of charm, and the lipstick on her cherry lips was bright.
She already had a fan base near University City, and with the excellent multimedia pre-heating by the professional team, it was no surprise that classmates and friends came to support her.
She stood up from the chair, briefly approached the camera, then retreated to the open space behind.
"I’m bringing you a dance segment, a classic piece from T-ara, No.9!"
She was playing her trump card right from the start.
"Oh my God! The junior is killing me! She’s actually dancing to this song!!!"
Management College, female dorm 203.
Xu Ya clasped her hands over her chest, her eyes already widened like stars, watching Mou Keyan on the screen, who was full of charm, chattering non-stop.
"She always passed this song to us to dance in the group, because if she did it herself..."
"The audience wouldn’t watch anyone else."
"Really, it’s just too sexy!"
Indeed, at this moment, Mou Keyan was wrapped from top to bottom in an extremely sexy black outfit.
Layered on top, a black tight camisole was showcased beneath a transparent lace top that was sheer by design.
The lower body was adorned with a classic high-waisted bodycon skirt, which, along with Balenciaga stockings, skillfully elongated her leg proportions.
To enhance the live streaming effect, she deliberately wore a pair of six-centimeter high heels.
With just a light tilt and arch of her body, the curves of her buttocks hidden within the bodycon skirt looked explosive, the shape almost bursting at the seams.
The music of No.9 began.
A wave of black dressing and voluptuous curls shook before the screen. She forgot her nervousness, leaving only the muscle memory from hundreds and thousands of repetitions.
No.9 had a long intro, and its signature move was sliding one hand parallel to the face over the ear while the body moved rhythmically in the same direction.
That’s why few hosts chose this song; there was a huge gap between the skilled and the novices.
Mou Keyan didn’t take thirty seconds to conquer all the viewers present.
Xu Ya was watching, Ni Jiayun was watching, Qiu Xue was watching, and Zhong Ruixi was watching as well.
At this moment, her familiar classmates were no different from the live streaming audience.
They watched entranced, focused, eyes on the nose, nose on the heart.
Watching her sexy attire, exquisite makeup, precise timing, smooth wave, energetic movements, and even the lip-syncing to the BGM was pinpoint accurate.