I Am A Prodigy

Chapter 64: Song Qian, Giving Money?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Although Coold's stream along with Ye Lingchen's stream had a total of over 100,000 live viewers, the chat was strangely quiet. In front of their screens, some of the viewers were still holding their breath.

The atmosphere was as if demons would rush out at them the moment they spoke a word.

The language used for the story was descriptive, along with Ye Lingchen's tone, it quickly pulled the viewers into the mood.

The moment she moved to Ye Lingchen's stream, the thought of leaving never crossed Coold's mind. As for those within her stream, none had any objections as they all wanted to continue listening.

At the same time, within Huyu Streaming headquarters.

A group of people sat behind the desk, watching the number of viewers in Ye Lingchen's stream grow. They were all in shock.

"Bang!"

The next moment, a middle-aged man rushed into the room, gasping.

He was the vice president-cum-director of Huyu Streaming, Song Qian.

The streaming platform naturally required supervision and operations, which fell under his charge.

Upon entering, he shouted at the crew behind the scenes, "What the heck are you doing? What's the deal with 12*** stream?"

"Director Song, we're currently focused on the statistics of this stream as well," someone answered.

"The numbers are rising, but nobody is commenting, nor are they sending rewards. Most of all, they all stayed?!" Song Qian sneered, "Do we need to even look into this? It's obviously a bot-buyer! Ban him straight away!"

Coincidentally, one of the backend crew pulled the stream out for display.

The darkness on the screen caused everyone to frown. Just as someone was about to ban the stream, they heard Ye Lingchen's voice drifting towards them.

Everybody, including Song Qian, was caught off guard.

"Wait a moment!" Song Qian immediately shouted for them to stop.

The moderately paced voice seemed to be strangely alluring, instantly grabbing everyone's attention. Once they stayed for over three seconds in the stream, they lost the will to leave.

The entire crew of Huyu quietened down. That dark screen with a vague silhouette had a unique charm, as though it was in a different world, the strange world of grave robbing.

"Dear friends, the stream will end here today. The schedule for the next stream will be between 7 pm to 9 pm. You're welcome to tune in tomorrow. Thank you everyone."