"[Such wild imagination—the system refuses to connect mics, really? If I didn’t know better, I’d think you all are haters.]
[No choice, guys. What if someone else wants to connect next time, and our stubborn Uncle She says no again? Wouldn’t that just attract more hate?]
[@Little Programmer Yan Platform, bro, come out, you’ve been summoned by the dragon!]
[@Little Programmer Yan Platform, bro, it’s your turn to take the stage!]
At this moment, in an apartment building not far from Starshine Media, Shen Yan saw everyone tagging him and couldn’t help feeling helpless while he was wearing slippers.
Was he really supposed to create an anti-humanity program?
Well... not impossible.
But who else but his idol would want to download such a thing?
In the live streaming interface, Tang Shu casually pushed the landscape painting to one side to let the ink dry, and picked up a small porcelain bottle to start painting again.
He interspersed a few explanations as he worked.
However, after one mic connection, most of the thrill-seeking netizens had lost interest in the small porcelain bottle, with many art students now fixating on the landscape painting.
[Uncle She, let’s make a deal, how about it? Do you still want that painting of yours? How about bestowing it upon your little bro here?]
[Damn, the person above, you’re so quick with your hands. I was just thinking of asking for it, and you beat me to it!]
[Give it away? How could such a good painting be given away? Uncle She, look at me, can I trade it for a few rockets?]
[Damn it, do you think I need those rockets? Ten of them, give it to me!!!]
[I want it! Uncle She, look at me, look at me. I was just chosen as the lucky viewer; can we swap the small porcelain bottle for that painting?]
[The brother above is the real schemer. I was also selected; I want to swap, swap it with me!!!]
[Uncle She, honestly, the moment I saw this painting, I felt a connection with it, as if there’s an untold story between us.]
[Pff, why don’t you say that Uncle She painted your hometown?]
[It is my hometown! The painting complements me perfectly!]
[??? Psh, shameless!]
The comment section was in uproar, and Tang Shu had to interrupt the unanimously enthusiastic scuffle.
"Let’s do this, I’ll draw another lucky viewer and send the painting to them."
That’s fair enough, right?
[Awooo!!! There’s hope for me hhhhhh~~~]
[Me too, me too! I missed out on so many small porcelain bottles, each seemingly fated not to be mine, but I never expected a greater destiny awaited me.]
No sooner had he said this than the fans in the live stream divided into two camps because of the blocked little program.
One camp was made up of netizens who had never received a small porcelain bottle, clapping their hands vigorously. The other camp consisted of those who had received gifts and were now sighing with regret.
Tang Shu stretched out his finger to swipe across the screen, intending to randomly select a lucky netizen, when he suddenly noticed that the online fan count in the live room had inexplicably increased by more than thirty thousand since a moment ago.
Shouldn’t the viewership be stabilizing at this time? Why did a bunch of new people suddenly show up?
And some of these newcomers had IDs that were extremely unfamiliar, even having the character "cat" in their names?
"Modern people are interesting, even including animals in their usernames."
He added another odd piece of knowledge to his repertoire.
Tang Shu thought to himself.
"Congratulations to the [Little Painting Expert] user, please send me a private message with your address, and I’ll pack and ship this painting to you tomorrow morning."