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墨書 Inktalez
Live Streaming The visitors in the room responded like robots, not knowing who was talking to whom. Some shared jokes, some recounted Lin's exploits, but most were asking where Lin was.
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“Lin, get out here!”
“Where's my brother? Someone's not satisfied!”
“Bro! Start the stream! Start the stream!”
“Where's Chef Lin in the transmission?”
“Come out, bro! I'll send you ten sets of fifty right away!”
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The screen was filled with such comments, and other messages quickly got drowned out. This type of comment was the most common—tempting, threatening, provoking Lin—every tactic had been exhausted.
But after shouting for half an hour in the Live Streaming room, there was still no sign of Lin starting the stream. Only a black video area displayed a large message: “Streamer is not available, and he does not plan to start streaming…”
Below that line was a paragraph in white detailing the reasons why Lin was not Live Streaming.
This platform was quite user-friendly, explaining Lin's absence clearly. However, this information was of no use; no one cared why Lin wasn't streaming; they just wanted to force him out!
This situation changed abruptly when Lin finally entered the Live Streaming room.
【Chef Lin arrived in the Live Streaming room amidst wind and rain】
When Lin logged into the Live Streaming room, he was momentarily stunned, staring at the large colorful text scrolling across the blue screen in disbelief.
What was going on?
It turned out that such banners only appeared when others sent gifts. Lin had never experienced this before during his streams, but this time it seemed that the Live Streaming Platform particularly wanted everyone to know of Lin's presence, hence the massive banner.
The banner floated through the Live Streaming room with an imposing presence, lingering for what felt like half a minute.
Within half a minute, the entire Live Streaming room fell silent, and no one continued to post Commentary. Everyone seemed to be muted, stopping their barrage of comments.
Until the banner disappeared, a golden name suddenly appeared at the top of the comment box in the Live Streaming room: Chef Lin. It hung prominently at the top, especially noticeable even without him speaking, remaining there all the while.
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"I can't believe it! He's here! He's here!"
"Lin is here! Everyone come and watch!"
"Bro! Start the stream! Start the stream!"
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The comments only paused briefly before erupting like a mountain flood, all the previous tension turning into a rebound force as the comments rolled in thick and fast!
Black comments flooded the entire blue screen, one covering another, making it impossible to see what they were saying!
Watching the rolling comments on the screen, Lin was somewhat dazed. This wasn't because he had never seen such a scene before or was scared; rather, a flash of inspiration suddenly crossed his mind.
The strange occurrences surrounding the Live Streaming were all telling him that something was off with today's Live Streaming Platform. It seemed to be deliberately using Lin's Trending Event for their own purposes.
Could it be that the forces operating behind this were Hero Live Streaming Platform?
Lin Shen took a deep breath. The more he thought about it, the more it felt that way. The doubts in his mind gradually unraveled, and he secretly let out a sigh of relief.
If it was the platform working behind the scenes, it wouldn't be harmful to Lin. They were merely trying to make him popular quickly so they could earn more money from him…
Thus, Lin convinced himself of this. Even if his guess wasn't entirely correct, it was close enough; indeed, it was the System orchestrating all of this.
"Bro, should we start streaming? We’ll definitely make some money!"
Seeing Lin not speaking, Fatty was so anxious that he felt like grabbing the Live Streamer from Lin's hands and starting the Camera to go live immediately!
Lin's eyes flickered for a moment as he pondered. He recalled his earlier words—he would not go live again until after the Star League Examination, and that was non-negotiable. He had always been a man of his word.
Another reason held Lin back from doing so: the platform had not discussed this operational method with him!
Although Lin understood that this operation was meant to benefit him and that the platform wanted to promote him, there was an uncomfortable feeling in his heart. It felt like being led around by the nose like an old workhorse.
He disliked the feeling of being controlled; perhaps it was his proud heart causing this resistance. Lin had strong objections to this matter.
It felt like a needle prick, making Lin reluctant to go live.
Moreover, if he went live, it would contradict his principles. A man’s word is like a nail driven into wood—unchangeable and unshakeable!
“No, we are not going live; that’s enough said.”
Lin squinted his eyes. Compared to Fatty, his gaze was far more profound. Lin's personality was rigid, making it difficult for outsiders to approach him, but his vision was much broader than Fatty's.
Fatty only cared about money; even a small profit seemed significant to him. He lacked funds, and even one dollar held a shining status in Fatty's eyes.
When someone places too much importance on money, their perspective inevitably becomes shallow because they only focus on monetary gain.
Lin Ye had been poor and had gone through a phase similar to Fatty's, but he had moved past that stage and now stood at the pinnacle of the world, looking down at its insignificance.
Thus, Lin had his unique insights regarding this matter. His vision was sharp, like a bone-cutting knife that could penetrate deep into sinew and extract it effortlessly!
“Why not, bro? Are we not making money?” Fatty asked in confusion.
“Let the dough rise a bit longer... Time is needed for the dough to develop strength; only then can food made from such dough be called delicious…”
The anxiety in Lin's eyes dissipated as he understood the various reasons behind it. He felt greatly relieved, even a charming smile crept onto his lips.
He smiled genuinely, so real and joyful, just like that time when he smiled handsomely at Fatty.
Fatty Chen blinked, initially confused, not understanding why Lin was suddenly talking about making noodles.
"We're not streaming right now; we might lose some money, but it will leave a deep impression and create a loyal fanbase... This kind of proud image should be called..."
Lin smirked, unable to think of the right term to describe his approach.
Fatty suddenly realized, pointing at Lin and exclaiming, "Oh! I get it, bro, this is called having class!"
Having class? What on earth does that mean!
Lin swayed slightly, almost falling to the ground. Fatty's mind must have been corrupted by the internet; he was spouting nonsense.
"Go away, this is called a strategy of feigned retreat! It's a method of raising first before lowering! Do you even know what you're talking about?"
Waving his hand dismissively, Lin refused to engage with Fatty any further. Whatever he said next would surely be more nonsense—unhelpful chatter that was better off ignored.
Let's focus on something productive!
Turning away, Lin smiled as he typed a message on the screen.
"I'll start streaming after the Star League Examination. After the Star League Examination, don't linger here wasting time; I won't be streaming."
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