Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
“Are you nuts? Ha ha ha ha ha!”
“Is that you, fatty wallah?”
“666!”
“Didn’t know Meng fatty had such a nice tone!”
“An art streamer is singing for you then follows up with an imitation show. Do you respect him yet?!”
“Another!”
Meng Fan’s voice was pretty clear. In the stream, it came as a surprise to most of his viewers. Since it was a dumbass statement, several netizens began to laugh out loud at their screens. Once the live ments thickened, the gifts naturally followed.
“Can’t you guys just quietly watch me draw?”
Meng Fan smiled and paused his music. He picked up his pen and continued to draw. However, his lips did not stop as he continued to banter. “Doesn’t everyone have a dream? I have one too. Drawing is one, and the other is voice dubbing. I always wanted to bee a seiyuu, so I’ve been practicing. Today, I applied for a few dubbing positions, but nobody’s responded yet. It’s probably done for.”
He chatted with them as if he were talking to a group of friends. He did not stop the artwork at hand. He spoke plenty of interesting events and people he encountered while studying vocal dubbing, but of course, he did not mention any names.
Most of the fickle netizens in the stream were manga enthusiasts, so they were interested in this category of work as well. After bringing it up, all the viewers who had chided for Meng Fan to continue singing went quiet.
Aside from the appealing content, Meng Fan’s vocal range and rhythm were something they were willing to continue listening to as if they were hearing a story.
The scene was quite harmonious.
Meng Fan kept talking although he could feel the atmosphere through the screen, and he could see new netizens tuning into his broadcast as well.
There were several live ments, but it was like a calm kind that couldn’t make a ruckus.
Meng Fan didn’t expect this; he could really just chat with his viewers, and it would count as stream content.
And it worked too.
When beauty guru streamers gossiped, they always drew a large audience.
Of course, there were also some manly folks who did stand-up.
Only Meng Fan was a bit different. He didn’t gossip nor performed a stand-up. He just talked.
Meng Fan was fortable with this method.
In the blink of an eye, it was 11 o’clock already. Meng Fan continued to draw, but he stopped streaming; it was not good to stream the entirety of the content he was drawing.
“Last one before I log off. You guys sleep early too.”
As he was drawing the last piece, he suddenly remembered a piece of information from the original novel. A playful thought appeared in his mind. “I don’t know how many fans of the original “There’s A Spirit Underground” novel there are here, but I feel like Mr.Sleepy wrote this part very eloquently. Let me read it for you guys.”
Then Meng Fan’s nasally voice sounded from the stream. “…Ah Ruo kept feeling a stickiness on her hands, and as she twisted open the faucet, she felt the ice water flow. She retracted her hands and awaited the hot water to flow through. Steam emerged from the faucet, but the water was red—scarlet red—and came with a wretched stench. A bug. A purple bug crawled out of the faucet. It had a face, and it was grinning. Ah Ruo’s soul left her body as she stepped back in shock; she then bumped into a person. A person? How could there be a person in her house!? She turned around and saw a girl holding a cat, smiling at her. “Let’s learn to meow together, meow meow meow…”
“Holy f*ck!”
“Are you crazy!”
“I’m unsubscribing!”
“I was already in the mood, wtf!”
“I was ready to be scared but not like this!”
“Meng Boss, you’re going to break a limb like this!”
“I have a weak heart!”
“…”
After pressing down his voice, it was indeed possible for him to create a horror-like atmosphere. And based on what actually happened to the girl in the book, it was quite terrifying as well. When Meng Fan had read the excerpt, he felt goosebumps taking over his entire body.
Meng Fan knew the appeal of his voice and read the original manuscript. The viewers in his stream must have been scared, and he didn’t have the heart to keep going since he wanted to end it on a more optimistic note, so he decided to be cheeky for a moment.
“Hahaha.” Meng Fan awkwardly uttered a polite laugh and shyly said, “Uhm, it was just a joke. How about I read you guys a love poem to fall asleep to?”
“Are you crazy? Who asked you to do that!?”
“This is too gay. I’m reporting you!”
“Run!”
“S.e.x.y. Host is flirting with people online!”
“I don’t believe anything else you say!”
“I’m not listening. I’m not!”
“Sleep my as*! Meng, if you want to sleep with me just say it!”
“I’m leaving. It’s getting more and more cheesy in here!”
“If you don’t want to listen, then leave. We still want to hear it!”
“What are you guys doing? There are girls in this stream too! We girls want to be flirted by Meng host!”
“Hurry hurry hurry! Nobody has ever read me a love poem in my life!”
The live ments had several people who rejected the idea, but the number of online viewers did not decrease.
Meng Fan no longer cared about being rejected or not. Immediately, he got in a passionate mood and began to recite,
“Oh how I hope, there is a doorway
the sun shines on the grass
We are standing
Holding onto our own door
The door was low, but the sun was bright
The grass is knotting its seeds
The wind is shaking its leaves
We are standing, but not speaking
It was perfect
There was a door, but they won’t open
It’s ours, and it’s beautiful
…The grass behind the wall no longer grew
It only touched the sun with its fingertips.”
Meng Fan finished reciting the poem “Front door” then leaned towards the camera, continuing his passionate verse. “There’s a last verse. I love you, and a poem is not enough to portray my feelings. So if you can, let me live in your heart. Three meals a day, four seasons a year.”
He reached out and covered the camera, and the screen went dark. He logged off.
“Holy sh*t, does it need to be this cheesy?”
“Oh, my goodness my ears!”
“What will happen now? I’ve been struck by him!”
“Is this the f*cking Meng fatty I know?”
“My whole body is having goosebumps!”
“Is this a drawing stream or a flirting stream? You have so many tricks up your sleeves!”
“I’m going to cut the last line from the poem and listen to it while I sleep. Do any other sisters want a copy? I’ll send it to the group!”
“…Can a brother request a copy?”
When Meng Fan logged off, the ments in the live chat continued. Soon, the fickle friends were in a heated debate.
“This is interesting!”
Meng Fan took a sip of water. He had never said anything this cheesy before. Wait, he had said a few awkward slurs and cringey pickup lines during the Good Person task. That was really a wonderful experience.
Maybe his voice appeal also touched other people.
Meng Fan felt that his current vocal ability was enough to reach people’s hearts.
He wanted to use this opportunity to find a dubbing job, but it seemed a bit difficult. However, this didn’t mean his voice appeal was pletely useless after obtaining it.
If he could pick up girls on stream, he should be able to do it in real life too… right?
Meng Fan took a look at the peak count of viewers online once again. The data surprised him.
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