Novel Bin Chapter 19 - RISE TO UP10
Chapter 19: RISE TO UP10
300.
500.
700.
1000.
When the lottery was over, the number of viewers on his stream had exceeded one thousand, but soon began to decline, losing 600 in just a short time.
Draw and leave, or lose draw and leave. Life was cruel.
“I wonder if these come and goers count towards my total views.”
Meng Fan muttered to himself and quickly picked up his pen and began to draw. It was up to him to retain the remaining 600 viewers.
“Hell, an art stream, I’m out! I’m out!”
“What kind of sped up bullsh*t is this, I should just go refresh Tiktok and wait for draws!”
Moments later, the viewers dropped to 500.
“Hahaha, chubby Meng’s drawing speed scared so many people away!”
“Just as I thought!”
“That’s awkward.”
“666, I only heard of people losing viewers because their hand speed was too slow, it’s my first time hearing that someone is scaring away their followers because his drawing speed is too fast!”
“Hey casuals don’t leave, this is a real stream, he’s just too fast!”
“Jesus, this is a real stream! Where did this streamer come from? He’s pretty good!”
“F*ck this speed is too fast, I just got here and he’s already done this much… This drawing… Tsunade!”
“It really is Tsunade the 7th Hokage! Looks like the host of this stream are extra interested in queens and royal sisters!”
“Aiyo… Stream host stop tracing, it already looks so voluptuous!”
“Hahaha seems like this stream host has a peculiar love for voluptuous figures!”
“He’s done! My god, in only twelve minutes!”
…
“Matsumoto Rangiku!”
“Sh*t, this host really is obsessed!”
“What did you do to Rangiku you fat bastard?!”
…
“Smoke? Meng fatty are you trying to genderbend again? Turning Smoker into a girl?”
“Wait! She’s holding a pipe! The long legs, the long hair, the lazy pose, this devilishness… Ichihara Yuko!”
“My Goddess!”
“Who says Meng Boss only knew one Japanese sentence, he ain’t bluffing!”
“There is no such thing as coincidence in this world—there is only inevitability…!”
….
“Oosaku Nana!”
“Ahahahahahah I didn’t think I would see NaNa on a live stream!”
“How about the Sex-Pistols?!”
“This is a good drawing, it’s too beautiful!”
…
“Ayanami Rei! It’s got to be Ayanami Rei!”
“Hey, you’re going to make me run out of ‘data’ this month! Let me go buy some supplements first!”
…
Meng Fan had in one sitting drew provocative female characters from “Naruto”, “Bleach”, “xxxHOLIC”, “NANA”, “Neon Genesis Evangelion” etc; None of them required too much design on his part, at most altering some measurements, hence his drawing speed was so ridiculously fast; essentially finishing each drawing in twelve to thirteen minutes.
During this process, the number of viewers had dropped to 400 from 600, then back up to 600 again. Adding the “Center spot halo” from AiyoNotFat, the fluctuating number settled around 1000.
This wasn’t because Meng Fan couldn’t hold an audience, but more so due to the large influx of random netizens entering the room for the lottery and then immediately leaving without taking a look at the content.
“A thousand viewers now.”
Receiving this much exposure during his first live stream, Meng Fan was very pleased with himself. He took a look at the system in his mind and broke into a smile. Until now, he’s accumulated 2600 viewers already.
It seems like the people who come and go do count for views.
“The studio is closing soon.”
Meng Fan looked around his studio, noticing there were no other people around. Without worrying about disturbing others, he began to speak. “Before I log off, I will draw one more.”
“Holy sh*t you scared me!”
“Hahaha I was a bit freaked too, this host can talk!”
“You don’t say, Meng fatty’s voice is pretty nice.”
“Mother f**ker It’s been almost two hours!”
“In less than two hours he had drawn seven characters, what a genius!”
“F**k he’s ending a stream after just two hours, do you have any professional ethics?! As the saying goes, you’ve gotta keep going until you vomit blood at least.”
“The host is from art school?”
“Is he really logging off?”
“What are you going to draw for your last one? Is it gonna be another seductive woman?”
“Whatever you draw, I love watching it!”
“This style of drawing feels different from before!”
“Hahaha, of course, it’s another seductress, with long hair and a curvy figure!”
“Is this outfit a latex suit? Too intense man!”
“Wait it’s not a latex suit, it’s just a tight uniform!”
“I can’t tell who it is, can anyone who’s an expert explain?”
“He drew another gun!”
“Is this… Mine Fujiko?”
“So many gorgeous women, my god!”
“Such a charming woman!”
“She looks so elegant!”
“Who is Mine Fujiko, why does she sound so familiar?”
“The people that know Mine Fujiko, are your kids already beating their own kids?”
“It’s normal to know Mine Fujiko, in Japan she’s on many public voting polls, and she’s always near the top!”
“Mine Fujiko is really well known okay? Her influence is impressive too. A lot of anime characters use her as a basis for inspiration, for example, Kudo Shinichi’s mother, while Gintama also features someone with her characteristics.”
…
Background, color.
The last drawing also did not take long.
After he finished, Meng Fan relaxed his fingers, read the live comments and answered some important questions, such as when he would be streaming again tomorrow.
“Tomorrow night at 7:30, loli special, I’ll try to draw ten.”
Meng Fan ended the stream and let out an exhilarating scream. This was exciting.
After looking at his stats, he saw he already gained 500 or so followers—this ratio was quite rare to achieve. He had received 2.1 million gourds worth of gifts, valued at over 2100 HXB. After the 50:50 split with the streaming platform and subtracting the silver gourd rewards. Meng Fan had earned 900 HXB just from this one stream.
Of course, Meng Fan also knew that most of the gifts among here were from his friends who wanted to support him. Once he really began streaming, it might not be this lucrative.
21 million gourds worth of gifts, with each gourd at a 100:1 ratio for level points, Meng Fan had earned about 21,000 points, hence raising his stream level to UP10.
He looked again at his mission progress. 2800 viewers, which meant he was close to completing the first task phase of 10,000 viewers. Only two or three more streams to go!
“Meng fatty, not bad!”
“Meng Boss are you serious about streaming?”
“Fatty’s got balls!”
“…”
As he was packing, Meng Fan was pulled into a new WeChat group, adding up to seven people including him. Most of them were from his Otaku circle on 8th Station, or he knew from Vocaloid concerts. He was on good terms with all of them.
“Fat bastard if you’re doing this for real and your stream blows up, I’ll introduce you to the group chats I manage that have thousands of people.”
“I have some chatrooms as well that were formed because they like art streams, most have over 500 people.”
“Did you sign a contract with 8th Station yet?”
“You have to certify yourself on Weibo!”
“You need a Tieba account? I got it covered!”
…
The group chat exploded with messages, more dedicated than even Meng Fan.
Firstly, it was because they were good friends, secondly, because they were enthusiastic about the subject, and last of all, it was because Meng Fan’s live stream really had potential.