Rebirth 2004: A lone figure in the literary world

Chapter 405: All Too Much! All Crazy! (Please give me double the monthly votes at the beginning of the month)
(I didn’t expect to write this. By the way, I still want to remind you that there are major revisions to the previous chapter. Please read it again if you have read it.)
The one who "went online" this time was the anchor named "Tao Zhi Yao Yao".

She is also the character that editors pay the most attention to. After all, they have seen TV anchors, but this is the first time they have seen internet anchors. Everyone wants to see how magical this emerging profession of the future created by Zhang Chao will be!
[When I adjusted the beauty parameters to 78%, I dragged the facial contours twice with the mouse, and the person in the mirror moved closer to "Peach Blossom". I have tried this value repeatedly - 80% will make her look like a porcelain doll, but her mouth will return to its original shape when she eats; 75% will make her look too much like the girl in the nail salon she often goes to. What if she sees me and becomes a host?
“3, 2, 1, start!”

I pursed my lips gently in front of the camera to make sure the lipstick was evenly applied. The moment I clicked the start button, I took a deep breath, like a swimmer preparing to jump into deep water. Before every live broadcast, I always have a moment of trance - am I Xu Changchang, or Tao Zhiyaoyao? 】

Seeing this, there were sounds of “Huh…” in the conference room.

Xu Changchang blushed and quickly explained: "I checked the modification time of the document before printing it, it was last night. It's a coincidence, purely a coincidence."

However, few people believed her explanation, after all, it was too coincidental. Although there is no coincidence in the world, this is the real world after all!

Seeing that he couldn't explain it clearly, Xu Changchang had no choice but to lower his head and continue reading the manuscript:
[The live broadcast software lights up with a red dot, the beauty effect is fully turned on, and the voice changer is debugged. In the camera, my eyes are watery, my nose is straight, and my skin is as white as a piece of freshly printed paper. I stretched out my fingers to touch my cheek. The slender fingers on the screen slide across the smooth and flawless skin, but what I actually touch is a slightly rough, ordinary face with acne marks.

The first batch of viewers poured into the live broadcast room, and barrages of comments began to float.

"Tao Tao is here!"

"Good evening, goddess!"

"I've been waiting for so long!"

……

Before I spoke, I took a look at the sound simulator on the screen. After confirming that it was turned on and the parameters were correct, I began to wave at the camera: "Baby, did you miss me?"

The sound I squeezed out of my throat entered the computer through the microphone, turned around inside, and then came out from the fans' speakers and headphones. It was octaves higher than my real voice, sounding like it was smeared with honey, so sweet that it almost flowed out of my ears. I had already developed a skill - to play "Peach Blossom" as a role, just like a drama actor changing clothes before going on stage.

The number of people in the live broadcast room continued to rise, 300, 500, 1,000... The speed of increase in fans was much faster than in the previous few months. This made me excited and nervous. More fans does not mean higher income - you have to have a trick!
"Taotao, do you want to dance today?"

"Sing a song!"

“Does it look good in a JK uniform?”

I responded to the comments while waiting for "him" to appear. Every night at this time, I would unconsciously search for that familiar ID - "Jiang Ye".

Just as I was thinking about it, a series of “kneel down to welcome Master Jiang” flashed across the screen. Here he comes.

I tried to smile more brightly and looked directly at the camera: "Mr. Jiang is here! Welcome our big boss~"

Immediately, a "super sports car" gift worth 2,000 yuan popped up on the screen. The barrage area went wild.

"Master Jiang is here to throw money around again!"

"Tyrant, let's be friends!"

"Taotao, he is your boyfriend, right?"

"Take Master Jiang away, Taotao is mine!"

"Bullshit, take Taotao away, Master Jiang is mine!"

Three months ago, Jiang Ye appeared in my live broadcast room for the first time and gave me a rocket without saying a word. I just thanked him casually at the time, but he gave me a few more. Since then, he has appeared on time almost every night, and his generous rewards have more than doubled my income.

With Jiang Ye taking the lead, the gifts from others also rose. No matter how expensive the gifts from others were, Jiang Ye was always more generous and domineering than them. In the end, he defeated everyone and became the only "king" in my live broadcast room.

"Thank you, Mr. Jiang, for the supercar!" I blew a kiss to the camera, then stood up and turned around, causing the hem of my skirt, which could barely cover my butt, to flutter to the brink of exposure. Then I narrowed my eyes into two crescents: "Is Mr. Jiang busy with work recently? I miss you so much~"

These words have long become my script. I repeat them countless times every night, speaking intimate words to strangers on the other side of the screen. I don't know who Jiang Ye is, what he looks like, how old he is, or what he does.

But what does it matter? 】

"I kind of understand now. The anchor is the... courtesan in the past! She treats whoever gives her the most money like a master!" said an editor.

"There's nothing new under the sun, but I'm a little curious - at least the courtesan can be seen and touched, but what can the internet anchor do through the screen?" Another editor was still a little confused.

"This is actually a manifestation of the migration of social relationships." Xu Changchang, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up. "In the past, social interaction was based on real-life interpersonal relationships, but after the rise of the Internet, 'friends' on the Internet have become increasingly important.

Whether online or in real life, the essence is to satisfy one's own social needs. If the Internet becomes the main mode of social interaction in the future, then it is understandable to spend money in live broadcast rooms to satisfy the vanity of being followed by thousands of people! "

"Well said! '桃之尧尧' is indeed experienced and has different understandings!" An editor was obviously joking about the fact that Xu Changchang has the same name as the protagonist of the novel.

Xu Changchang blushed again.

Wang Zhanjun quickly scolded: "Little girls, don't make such jokes. Keep your mouth shut."

He wasn't really angry, he was just afraid that Xu Changchang was too thin-skinned - after all, she was the one who contributed greatly to Zhang Chao's manuscript!
Xu Changchang didn't take it to heart, and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "It's okay... let's continue reading. By the way, did you notice that Zhang Chao's style changed again when he wrote the part about Xu Changchang?"

"Yes, the sentences have become looser, the vocabulary has become more random, and the paragraphs have become more frequent - is this imitating the way of thinking of the anchor 'Tao Zhi Yao Yao'?"

"Yes, it jumps and is trivial, and changes at any time according to the live broadcast situation."

"Does he really want to write three 'I's'?"

"Just keep watching..."

[… "Let me sing a song for you today!" I turned on the accompaniment, which was a popular love song recently. My voice flowed into the computer, was processed by the software, and came out of the speakers, turning into the sound of nature.

Sometimes I feel as if this is my voice.

"Sounds good!"

“What a sweet voice!”

"I love you so much Taotao!"

……

When I sang the climax of the chorus, I bent down in a pretentious manner, with my collar opened at just the right angle.

Then a series of gift special effects exploded on the screen.

Mr. Jiang swiped five more Ferris wheels. My heart was beating faster, not just because of excitement, but also because of a little panic.

He doesn't love me, Xu Changchang, but the non-existent "Tao Zhiyaoyao" on the screen.

How would he react if he saw my true face?
……

"Babies wait a moment, I'm going to the bathroom and will be back soon~" I didn't turn off the camera, it was facing the bathroom in the room.

The audience can vaguely see my shadow through the frosted glass, and even hear some ambiguous voices. So sometimes when I am not in front of the camera, they get more gifts. This 10-square-meter rental house is divided into two worlds: in the camera is a Nordic-style background wall covered with velvet flowers and a single bed filled with plush toys; outside the camera is a low-quality plastic wardrobe, and the door handle is still hung with my unwashed underwear.

Back in front of the camera, the microphone indicator light began to glow red, and I began to touch up my makeup - this was also the part they loved to watch. It was at this time that Jiang Ye's private message popped up: "You decide the meeting place." I deliberately shook my hand, and the cherry pink lipstick was smeared on my cheekbone, like a fresh bloodstain.

But the screen was instantly bombarded by the gift special effects and turned into a battlefield.

"Master Jiang, this song is for you!" I blinked at the camera. My eyes in the camera were charming and moving; but in reality, I knew I was just stiffly opening my eyes.

After singing the song, I started chatting with the audience and responding to various questions in the barrage.

Speaking of favorite foods, I made up a few desserts that sounded exquisite;
When talking about my hobbies, I said that I like yoga and reading - these are things I learned from the Internet.

The real Xu Changchang loves to eat spicy hot pot. In her free time, she either watches videos or lies in bed.

As we were chatting, a private message notification sounded. It was Mr. Jiang: "The gifts tonight have exceeded 5. We are getting closer and closer to our agreement."

My hands trembled slightly when I saw this message. The promise of "300 million for a meeting" was like a knife hanging over my head, ready to fall at any time.

I forced myself to keep a smile on my face, and replied to Mr. Jiang with my head down: "Mr. Jiang is so nice. I feel embarrassed~", while continuing to interact with the audience in the live broadcast room.

"Taotao, does your boyfriend know that you are live streaming?"

"Is anyone chasing you?"

“Do you dare to live broadcast without makeup?”

The last comment stung me. Live streaming without makeup? Wouldn't that mean destroying your future? I suppressed my discomfort and said with a smile, "It's so scary to be without makeup. I'm afraid I'll scare you away."

This is the only truth I said tonight, but I didn't believe it. This world doesn't need the real Xu Changchang, it only needs the perfect "Tao Zhiyaoyao".

The atmosphere in the live broadcast room was getting more and more heated, and someone suggested playing truth or dare. I nodded in agreement.

When asked, "What's your biggest secret?", I hesitated, and said with a wronged expression, "I'm actually very afraid of insects. Last time, a cockroach flew into my live broadcast room, and I was so scared that I almost cried, but I didn't tell anyone."

The comments immediately burst out in laughter. This "secret" is of course made up. I am not afraid of cockroaches. I once lived in a rental house in a village in the city. Not only were there cockroaches all over the floor, but I could also hear rats gnawing at the foot of the bed at night.

At this moment, Master Jiang sent another private message: "Are you serious about meeting me?"

My heart sank. The question finally came. After hesitating for a moment, I replied, "Of course I'm serious. Mr. Jiang won't be disappointed!"

My palms were sweaty as I typed this. I was lying to him, but I had no choice. If I refused to meet him, he might stop giving me rewards; if we really met... it seemed the consequences would be equally disastrous.

A comment flew across the live broadcast room: "I heard that many anchors use beauty filters and voice changers... Taotao, you must not use them, right?"

This sentence was like an ice pick piercing my heart. But I still said calmly: "Don't listen to those fake news, I studied in the dance academy for four years, of course I make a living by my own ability~"

You must think I'm lying again? Actually, this sentence is half true and half false.

The "dance academy" was fake. The "four years" was real, but it was at "Wal-Mart."

No matter how panicked I was, I had to continue to deal with the audience in the live broadcast room. I had to interact with them and play games while responding to Jiang Ye's private messages. This sense of division made me dizzy.

The "Tao Zhiyaoyao" on the screen is still as sweet and lovely as ever, with her smile undiminished; but outside the screen, I feel like my butt is on fire and I can't wait to leave this seat!

But the stranger who posted that comment - the one called "Masturbate Tonight" - wouldn't give in: "Taotao, I heard that all anchors use super beauty filters. Do you dare to turn off the beauty filters for one minute? One "supercar" per minute."

The barrage area immediately became excited: "Support! Support!"

"Look at the real Taotao!" "No way, Taotao is so pretty that she definitely doesn't need beauty filters!"

This kind of "challenge" happens from time to time in live broadcast rooms, and most anchors will evade it with various reasons. But if the refusal is too obvious, the audience will inevitably become suspicious.

"Oh, I'm not wearing any makeup today, and my skin is in terrible condition!" I chuckled and made excuses, but I was already panicking inside, "Besides, I can't turn off the beauty filter on my phone, it's built into the system."

But the comments have gone crazy, and many people have followed suit, suggesting "a "supercar" every minute of bare-faced live broadcast."

But I waited and waited, but there was no response from "Master Jiang".

But I knew I couldn’t wait any longer, so I reached out and pressed a few buttons, muttering, “Turn off the beauty function, turn off the filter, turn off the face-slimming function…”

As the special effects disappeared one by one, another "Tao Zhiyaoyao" appeared on the audience's screen - with a darker skin tone, blurred features, and simpler eyebrows and eyes than the previous one.

But she is still not Xu Changchang. She is still "Peach Blossoming".

The comments started to go crazy:

“You are more beautiful without makeup!”

"Taotao, I love you!"

"Taotao, give me a kiss!"

"Let's dance!"

"Sing a love song for Master Jiang!"

"Twist one for Master Jiang!"

The comments became more and more explicit, and the gifts kept piling up. Jiang Ye suddenly appeared and threw a few more sports cars, and the live broadcast room was completely boiling. I had to stand up and twist my body in front of the camera to the music.

To please the audience, I deliberately wore clothes a size smaller so that they would not notice my stiff movements.

Every time I twisted my waist and swayed my hips, I could see special effects of different virtual gifts exploding on the screen, like New Year's Eve fireworks - no, even more brilliant than that.

After the dance, I sat down breathlessly and saw that the number of spectators had exceeded 20,000, a number I would never have dared to imagine a year ago.

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Seeing this, almost everyone in the conference room put down their manuscripts at the same time, with a look of confusion in their eyes.

The interaction between the female anchor and the audience has completely exceeded their imagination. Everyone has a question in their mind: "Is this kind of performance that is almost like seduction and the ubiquitous inducement to consumption really legal?"

Wang Zhanjun sighed and summarized the characteristics of the "Internet anchor" entertainment model with a phrase that was used to describe Hong Kong movies back then: "All are excessive, all are crazy!"

(End of this chapter)