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Fatty Chen was still excited as he looked at Lin Dao. "Hey, even though you used to assist me when I started streaming, now that you want to be a streamer yourself, you need to have your own ideas."
Fatty Chen quickly straightened his face, nodded seriously, and shouted, "Got it, bro!"
On the other side of the screen, Lü Liang also nodded secretly, starting to form some thoughts.
Seeing their reactions, Lin felt quite pleased. At least these two were passionate about becoming streamers, and he believed that this enthusiasm would be enough to support them as they laid the foundation for success.
The worst thing about doing something is when enthusiasm fades but results do not appear; most people will give up halfway.
Thinking back to when he first started streaming, there were only a couple of cats in the room. After more than half a month of a low period, it was with Fatty's addition that things gradually improved.
During those dark days, Lin often questioned himself if he was really suited to be a streamer.
But after getting through the toughest beginning, Lin Ye realized that as long as he focused on doing what he needed to do and persisted, things would eventually get better.
"I won't provide any guidance on your live streaming methods because everyone has their own style. If I impose my ideas too early, it will definitely suppress your creativity."
Lin couldn't help but share something; he wouldn't teach them directly but would convey the core idea.
The best way to teach is to let them grow freely and express themselves; that way, they will be their truest selves.
"What I want is just one thing..."
Continuing on, Lin's tone became serious, and his expression involuntarily turned grave. Even with his half-paralyzed face, this seriousness showed how important this matter was to him.
"And that is style—your own style—the core idea of being a streamer."
This statement sounded like something from an esoteric manual, mysterious and profound. However, it was indeed very useful and made both of them ponder deeply.
After finishing his sentence, Lin fell silent. Fatty and Lu Liang also lowered their heads. Fatty stroked his chin, deep in thought, while Lu Liang began to frown and chew on his thumb, looking somewhat childish.
It turned out that Lu Liang, the Talent Killer, was a big kid who loved to chew on his fingers!
Seeing that both of them were lost in thought, Lin breathed a sigh of relief. He had finally led these two into the right direction, which was easier than he had imagined.
"I have two suggestions. The first one is for you, Black. You were once my Taster. Perhaps your physique, your lively presence, combined with your love for food and Edible items, can help you develop your own style."
Lin's words made Fatty Chen ponder. He opened the Virtual Network and began searching for something.
Perhaps Lin did not realize that his casual suggestion would lead Fatty further down the path of food, even aiming to surpass an extraordinary powerhouse on Earth—Be Grandpa.
"The second suggestion is for you, Lu Liang. You might not particularly like this advice, but I must say it: you are the Talent Killer. Your fame on Azure Planet is comparable to that of a second-tier star. You can leverage your original reputation and your sunny good looks to pursue an idol career..."
After a pause, Lin seemed to sense something amiss. "Of course, this isn't everything. Your fame can open doors for you, but it won't last long. You need to have something core of your own."
"I think the reason you are talented is not just due to your innate gifts but also your hard work."
"You can share the problems you've encountered during practice with everyone—whether it's techniques or interactive Q&A sessions... These elements will support you in going far because as long as you keep improving, your audience will grow!"
"Right now, you're at around Galactic Level 10. Others at the same level will come back to learn from you; even those weaker will do so. By the time you reach Galactic Level 100, all martial artists will likely become your fans!"
Lin's words gradually lit up Lu Liang's eyes. Unlike Fatty, he wasn't the type who could grasp things with just one sentence since he hadn't yet been exposed to Live Streaming.
However, Lin's advice had already opened a door for him. With slight modifications based on this suggestion, he could find a Live Streaming approach that suited him!
Realizing this, Lu Liang quickly began planning his Live Streaming direction.
Seeing their states, Lin Weiwei smiled and shook his head lightly. "Don't forget to familiarize yourself with being a Live Streamer; sharpening your tools does not hinder your work. You still need to polish your Live Streaming skills."
It was unclear whether the two individuals heard anything or not, as neither of them looked up, lost in their own thoughts, while Lin shook his head.
These two really are dedicated.
In a life simulation game, the worst fear is having a character without potential, carefully nurtured yet repeatedly facing difficulties.
It seems that both of these individuals are quite promising and suitable in various aspects.
So, my own nurturing game should be quite easy, right?
Hmm, it would be best not to clear it too early!
Lost in thought, Lin Qing smiled to himself, secretly thinking: My days as a master are about to begin, with plenty of Hero Coins beckoning me!
……
The room fell silent as Lü Liang ended the virtual call, likely to go study strategies. Only Fatty remained, nestled on the sofa, focused on writing and drawing on the virtual screen.
As a result, Lin became the most idle person. He boredly glanced around and happened to see Dream Source also curled up on the sofa, dozing off.
The three had been too engrossed in their conversation earlier, discussing topics that Dream Source found uninteresting, leading her to boredom and sleepiness.
Curled up on the sofa, Dream Source resembled a napping cat, her head bobbing slightly as her hazy eyes seemed ready to close.
After watching her for a while, Lin couldn't bear it any longer. His gaze inadvertently drifted toward the collar of Dream Source's outfit, conjuring some embarrassing images in his mind.
……
The images were too beautiful to describe; Lin's nose began to feel hot again, and he felt blood rushing out.
This cannot be blamed on Lin; those clothes were ultimately too big. When worn by Dream Source, they didn't seem too bad while standing, but as soon as she bent over or lay down, there would always be a wardrobe malfunction.
No! This can't go on any longer. If it continues like this, my moral bottom line will be breached!
The last shred of rationality left in Lin Xin reminded him that he must immediately turn Dream Source into a normal girl!
Well, at the very least, she should look normal. As for her cute and silly traits, it seems that those won't change overnight and will need to be cultivated gradually in the future.
"Hey! Alien, don't fall asleep. I'm taking you out to do something fun."
Patting Dream Source's head, Lin was already prepared to take her out to buy a few clothes.
Although online shopping was also an option, Lin always felt that it lacked a certain feeling and wouldn't stimulate a girl's love for shopping.
Since he wanted to turn Dream Source into a normal girl, starting with shopping seemed like a good idea!
Really, Lin thought, did he believe that a cute girl wouldn't enjoy shopping?
The next half of the day would make Lin regret it endlessly; if given ten bottles of regret medicine, he would drink them all without hesitation!
Accompanying a girl shopping was said to be a terrifying experience. Lin, are you ready for this?
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