Chapter 21: What Exactly Are You Streaming?
Because the replay videos of the live streams on the Haixian platform weren't released so quickly, Eleanor Vance couldn't see what Arthur streamed that day, and she couldn't get any useful information by asking him. There was nothing she could do but let it go for now and check it out herself tomorrow.
The next morning, Eleanor Vance thought she had woken up early, but when she went to the room next door to call Arthur, she learned that he had already taken Froakie out for a morning workout.
"This kid is surprisingly diligent," she muttered to herself as she put down her phone.
In reality, she didn't know Arthur well enough.
If this question were asked of Froakie, he would definitely answer with tears: "Is that just being diligent? He's a self-disciplined maniac! Since I came to this house, except for those two days when we went out to film the advertisement, there hasn't been a single day without training!"
So many tears...
From the phone call earlier, Eleanor Vance had learned that Arthur had no match this morning, so she didn't bother him.
It was not until after 10 AM that Arthur returned to the hotel with a slightly tired Froakie.
He took a shower, massaged Froakie to relieve the fatigue of the early morning workout, and helped him recover to his best competitive state. After that, he took Froakie out to mooch lunch from Eleanor Vance.
After lunch, Arthur went to the competition stadium alone again.
And Eleanor Vance went back to pay attention to his live stream, and by the way, act as a moderator for his live stream.
Originally, his small live-streaming room with just over 10,000 active followers didn't need a moderator at all, so the company didn't assign one. But the live-streaming performance yesterday had shocked Eleanor Vance.
So, the company didn't assign anyone, and she had to take on the role herself for now.
At 1 PM in the afternoon, Arthur, who had arrived at the stadium, turned on the outdoor live stream on time.
Because Eleanor Vance had logged into his account in the morning and posted a live stream preview, the number of viewers who flooded in as soon as he started was quite considerable.
The barrage of comments filled the screen instantly.
However, most of them were spam, selling DVDs and shoes...
Eleanor Vance, watching from the hotel, acted quickly and banned more than twenty accounts in a row.
Only then did the barrage of comments become much cleaner.
Then a lot of interaction came.
"I'm moved! This streamer has finally learned to ban people."
"Did he finally hire a moderator? It's been too hard, I heard the porn spammer went crazy here yesterday."
"Going crazy is an understatement! It was a real carnival of demons and monsters. It's a pity, I originally wanted to come and admire the ancient battlefield."
Seeing these barrage comments, Eleanor Vance almost burst out laughing. She could only cover her forehead helplessly and amusedly, thinking that this was indeed something that clueless kid would do.
He probably still didn't know how to deal with the live stream barrage.
But at the same time, Eleanor Vance was also very curious. It should be that the barrage being occupied by various inappropriate ads would affect the viewing experience. But according to these barrage comments, Arthur hadn't done anything about this phenomenon all day yesterday.
Then why did these people insist on watching? And even come to watch again today?
She didn't have an answer to this question yet.
In the picture, Arthur was simply holding the selfie stick and wandering around the stadium.
After that, he found a staff member at the venue and asked about the estimated time of his match. Hearing that it was still an hour away, he simply exited the stadium and found an open space nearby to start Froakie's warm-up exercises.
During this period, he didn't introduce the Golden Autumn Cup, the competition, or the venue at all, and he barely explained what he was currently doing.
Everything in the live stream was reliant on the enthusiastic barrage of comments to explain the competition and the Skyspire city Golden Autumn Cup to new viewers.
Watching this from the hotel, Eleanor Vance's fists were almost clenched in anger.
This wasn't just a lack of packaging!
This was basically streaming nothing!
In the end, it was up to her to change the title of the live stream, add the streamer's personal information, and actively participate in the barrage interaction. Only then did the new viewers roughly know what this clueless streamer in front of the screen was doing.
At this point, Eleanor Vance became even more confused.
Where did those fans who subscribed yesterday come from?
They couldn't all be motherly fans watching him for his looks, right?
This question bothered her for a whole hour.
Until Arthur finally returned to the stadium, heard his number called, and went to the side of the field.
His match today was finally about to start.
Arthur's opponent this time was a young man who looked about the same age as him, still wearing school uniform, and seemed to be a student.
It was early October, and the Eastern Alliance had a traditional holiday. Today happened to be the first day of the three-day statutory holiday, so there were quite a few students participating in the competition.
The student on the other side was quite excited when he saw Arthur enter the field holding the selfie stick, and he asked, "Hey, friend, are you live-streaming? Is it live-streaming or recording?"
Arthur replied calmly, "Live-streaming."
"Aha!" Upon hearing this, the student excitedly made a peace sign at his phone camera, "So I'm 'on TV'? Hello everyone, I'm Eren from class 2, grade 1 of No. 12 High School, everyone, please remember me."
Arthur still didn't react at all.
To be honest, even Eleanor Vance at this time felt that the high school kid on the other side was more like a live-streamer, at least he was full of emotion and actively engaged with the camera.
However, somewhat unexpectedly, the barrage wasn't disgusted by this kid's attempt to steal the spotlight. Instead, it reached another peak.
And the interaction was quite incomprehensible to her.
The barrage was full of—
"Kid, run! Your opponent is the Demon King!"
"Kid, don't do this, you'll be socially dead if you lose."
"Some people will be cool at 2 PM, but have to wait a few more minutes after the match to be buried."
Eleanor Vance was very surprised.
For the first time, she discovered that the viewers in the live stream seemed to have extraordinary confidence in Arthur's strength. Before the match even started, they had already sentenced the student to "death."
She had only seen this kind of fanatical confidence in a few streamers who relied on strength or professional players streaming fun matches.
Was Arthur a streamer who relied on strength?
She was puzzled.
And at this time, Arthur naturally signaled to the staff on the side of the field that he was ready, completely unaffected by the opponent's words.
Then both sides summoned their Pokémon.
His side was naturally Froakie, and the Pokémon that the opponent brought out was a Raticate.
A Pokémon that looks like a large rat, evolved from the similarly rat-sized Rattata, even more beginner-friendly than the Scyther Arthur faced in his first match yesterday, and a very common and cheap Pokémon.
Raticate has two varieties, one with brown fur on its back, Normal-type, and the other with black fur on its back, Normal + Dark dual-type.
The opponent brought out the more common first type.
Then the referee blew the whistle, and the match officially started!
Eleanor Vance was finally about to see the reason for Arthur's follower surge yesterday.
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