I set you up on a blind date, and you've managed to overcome all the weirdness?

Perhaps I can try to exploit that vulnerability myself.

Lin Yan endured the excruciating pain and quickly went through the plan in his mind.

But what if the plan goes wrong, or your own assumptions are incorrect...?

"Lin Yan".

Saya couldn't help but speak up.

Her voice wasn't as cold as before.

Lin Yan looked up.

Saya's eyes were bloodshot, just like when she gave her the mask before.

She had somehow moved her right hand behind her back, but he could feel something gathering there.

It should be the same pair of scissors from before.

"Make it stop."

Saya looked at Lin Yan's hand clutching his chest, her brows furrowed, growing increasingly anxious.

"Let it..."

She paused.

Because she noticed Lin Yan was smiling.

This idiot, my heart is about to be crushed, and he's still smiling at me.

"Miss Saya," Lin Yan said, slightly out of breath, "Are you... worried about me?"

The anxiety in Saya's eyes suddenly froze.

Lin Yan's seemingly random remark struck right where she was in the middle of her struggle.

She glared at Lin Yan.

"you……"

She had barely uttered a word when she realized her voice was louder than she had expected, so she immediately cut off the rest of the sentence.

Saya quickly turned her face away.

Despite the excruciating pain, Lin Yan smiled even more brightly.

"Don't act yet," Lin Yan said. "I have a plan."

Saya turned her head and saw that Lin Yan's hands had begun to tremble slightly.

"In your current state," Saya said, "is there any way to fix it?"

"have."

"you say."

Lin Yan's angina worsened, and his brain suffered from oxygen deprivation, but his thoughts became clearer.

"Its rules are triggered by the popularity of his live stream. I speculate that whoever says something gets the most attention, their words will come true."

"What if what I say makes its audience like it more?"

Saya's eyes widened slightly.

Idiot! Your so-called audience doesn't exist!

Its live streams and its audience are inherently part of what makes it.

Before she could speak to stop him, Lin Yan had already turned around and shouted at the blond-haired freak:

"Useless! Is this all you've got for reviewing restaurants? What's the point of filming ordinary people! If you're so capable, why don't you film yourself!"

"Come on, come on, the family doesn't want to see this!"

"What our family wants to see is a third-rate account like yours, jumping on bandwagons and getting permanently banned by the platform, your account wiped clean, all your works removed, as if you never existed!"

After hearing this, Weird looked at Lin Yan in surprise, completely unexpected that someone would be so reckless.

But strangely, the trend of increasing popularity on its phone screen gradually slowed down, and even began to decrease.

Lin Yan's chest pain suddenly lessened by more than half.

effective.

Lin Yan was panting heavily.

He had thought about what he just said beforehand.

Since this bizarre phenomenon originated from a food-exploration influencer.

Therefore, it will inevitably fear those two words: account suspension.

Now, he has captured the audience's attention.

Before Lin Yan could even feel happy, the popularity started to rise again.

The blond-haired weirdo suddenly laughed.

It raised its hand and pointed at Lin Yan, its voice sharp and piercing:

"Family members! Did you hear that?! Someone is cursing me to get banned! But I'm still here! I'm still live streaming!"

"What does this mean? It means I can't possibly be banned! The platform will always love me!"

The hype has surged again.

This time, it was even faster than before.

Lin Yan felt another sharp pain in his heart, and a mouthful of blood welled up in his chest.

Σ(°ロ°)

What happened?

Does this mean that the live stream for this thing doesn't actually exist? And that its viewers are fake?

Lin Yan didn't have time to think further; the agonizing pain in her heart had reached its limit.

His hand began to twitch, and his vision went dark.

Saya suddenly stood up, knocking the chopsticks off the table.

The bloodshot in her eyes had spread to her entire eyeballs, turning them a dark, almost blackish red.

That's enough.

This was the first time Lin Yan had heard such a sound from her mouth.

He was not given time to react.

Saya raised her right hand, and in mid-air, a huge, rusty pair of scissors appeared out of thin air.

It's as if it's always been there, just too lazy to let mortals see it before.

Lin Yan used all his strength to hold down Saya's wrist.

"etc……"

"open."

"If you reveal your true form here, the ordinary people around you will..."

"If you're dead, you're dead."

Lin Yan was taken aback.

Saya looked down at him.

"Let go."

Lin Yan did not let go.

He looked up at Saya, his breathing rapid and his lips pale.

He laughed for no apparent reason.

"You were worried about me after all."

Saya's hand holding the scissors trembled.

In that instant, a flash of lightning struck Lin Yan's mind.

He was just thinking about how to steal the spotlight.

But he overlooked a more fundamental problem.

What are the prerequisites for the existence of popularity?

Audience.

There are viewers in the live stream room.

Whether they are real or fake, living or resentful, they must exist.

As long as they are there, they will continuously generate buzz.

No matter how sensational Lin Yan's gimmicks are, they will eventually become material in the hands of internet celebrities.

Because the streamer will always be the streamer, and the prey will always be the prey.

unless……

There are no spectators.

What if all the viewers disappear during the live stream?

What happens when all the viewers in a live stream disappear?

The popularity has been reduced to zero.

If the hype surrounding something is gone, will the bizarre still exist?

"Miss Saya, I have another idea." Lin Yan's hand was still on her wrist.

This time, Saya didn't even look at Lin Yan; she had already taken off her mask.

"You want to take action," Lin Yan said, "because I'm about to die."

You're overthinking it.

"Then I'll just assume I'm overthinking it."

Lin spoke rapidly, fearing that Saya might unleash a massacre at any moment, and if that happened, he would definitely not escape Zhao Jianguo's clutches.

"But anyone who looks directly at your rift will die."

"You've been wearing a mask ever since we met, and even after you took it off, you never revealed your true identity."

"Because you don't want unrelated people to accidentally see your face and then die."

"After all, this is our first date, Ms. Saya."

Saya frowned and looked at Lin Yan, as if wondering how someone could be so shameless.

"What if..."

Lin Yan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. It seemed that time was running out. He pinned his last few heartbeats on this sentence.

"If you filmed your crack in its live stream, wouldn't the viewers be considered to be seeing it directly?"

Saya stopped.

"...What do you mean?"

"If its viewers are watching a live stream, and the camera captures your crack, and the viewers see it through their screens, does that count as direct viewing?"

She understood what Lin Yan meant.

"If you show a crack in its camera, all the fake viewers in its live stream, those resentful people, those so-called family members."

"They will all be looking directly at you at that very moment, your rule is triggered, and all the audience members die simultaneously."

"The audience is all dead, the popularity has dropped to zero, the settings can't be triggered, so no matter what it says, it's useless."