The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans - Chapter 265

Chapter 265

After tuning his guitar and testing the sound a few times, Ling Chunann began to sing. He listened to his own voice; the physical condition of this body was naturally good, and imitating a female voice sounded pleasing. After a slight improvement, his voice could now be considered perfect.

Lifting his head, the previously empty live broadcast room had now gathered a dozen viewers. Ling Chunann wasn’t surprised; this live streaming platform promoted newcomers for a week, and these viewers were likely original fans.

Without greeting them, Ling Chunann started his first song. The song, a creation from his early days in music, featured a light melody and simple lyrics that were easy to catch on. If one had to describe it, it was refreshingly simple, fitting Ling Chunann’s current image well.

As soon as Ling Chunann plucked the strings, the few fans became excited.

"Wow, the host is going to sing!"

"Just with the host's looks, even if it's noise to my ears, I'd listen at full volume!"

"Here’s a little pine cone for you, keep it up!"

While the audience was abuzz, Ling Chunann sang the first line. His natural voice quality was unquestionable. Although not used to singing in a female voice, it didn’t hinder his perfect performance.

During the song, Ling Chunann glanced at the number of viewers, which had grown from a dozen to over a hundred.

"Sounds good!"

"Wow, it's so good!"

"Is this an original song by the host? It's not plagiarized, right?"

"Pfft! Does the host need to plagiarize with those looks? Just sitting there could make him famous all over!"

As discussions continued, more viewers joined Ling Chunann’s live broadcast. By the end of the song, the number of online viewers had exceeded a thousand. Though far from the top broadcasters, it was quite good for a newcomer.

Ling Chunann then greeted the viewers with a bright and generous demeanor, without a hint of shyness, "Hello everyone, I'm Su Su, please take care of me."

"Wow, even the host's speaking voice is so pleasant!"

Ling Chunann: "Thank you for the compliment."

"What's the name of the song just now? Is it original? Is the copyright for sale?"

"The song is called 'Youth'. It's original, and I haven't considered selling the copyright."

"Sing it again! It's so good!"

Many people were repeating this request.

Ling Chunann: "Thank you, I'll sing it again."

"098, have you tallied it?" Ling Chunann asked 098 while singing for the second time.

"The tally is complete, host," 098 responded excitedly. "When you started singing, there were 16 people in the live broadcast room, and by the end of the song, there were 1352 people. Among them, 82% expressed positive comments during your singing, 13% had no comment, and 5% doubted whether it was original. There were no negative comments about the song itself. Based on the analysis of the global music market, this song has a market acceptance rate of 65% and a sing-along rate of over 70%."

Simple melodies are more likely to spread, and even those who don't like the song can end up familiar with it, humming it from time to time. That's why the sing-along rate can exceed the acceptance rate.

098's analysis was based on global data, not just from this country. Due to language barriers, foreign songs are often rejected abroad. Achieving such high scores was also due to the song's simplicity and universal appeal across all age groups.

However, to earn the title of world's top singer, relying on this song alone wouldn't be enough due to its low difficulty.

Ling Chunann didn't plan to sing many songs. The whim to live stream was to see if his old songs fit the world's aesthetics and to practice singing.

Though his voice had been enhanced, skill still required practice. Nothing comes without effort.

He didn't believe that just having a good voice without any skill could take him to the international stage. Even so-called soulful singers needed skill to resonate with people.

After practicing the song a dozen times, Ling Chunann felt it was enough. By then, the number of people in the live broadcast room had exceeded twenty thousand, drawn by his looks and stayed for his singing. It seemed to them, though he was singing the same song, each rendition sounded better than the last.

Ling Chunann checked the time, "Little cuties, it's getting late. I'll sing one more time before I rest, and you should rest early too."

"Why is the host's broadcast time so short?"

"It's still early, only ten o'clock. The nightlife hasn't started yet."

"Is the host busy going on a date?"

"Don't, goddess, you can't have a boyfriend! Goddess, be

with me, I offer one billion!"

Ling Chunann ignored these teases and started singing again after noticing a new ID named "Mr. Qin" had joined the channel.

"Sounds good! Never tired of listening! Give the host 666."

"A squirrel gifts Su Su ten pine cones."

"A passerby gifts Su Su fifty pine cones."

"Mr. Qin gifts Su Su ten pine forests."

"Mr. Qin gifts Su Su ten pine forests."

"Mr. Qin gifts Su Su ten pine forests."

From the moment "Mr. Qin" started gifting, the lively chat fell silent. Ling Chunann's platform was Pinecone Live, where one pine cone was equal to ten yuan, and the largest gift, a pine forest, was worth one hundred thousand yuan each. Whenever a host received a pine forest gift, the whole platform was notified.

Pinecone Live had seen wealthy patrons gift ten pine forests at once before, but never in such quantity. The entire platform was abuzz, wondering who the wealthy patron was. Numerous users, under various pretenses, flooded Ling Chunann's live broadcast, only to become fans.

"Host is so pretty!"

"Sounds so good!"

"No wonder the wealthy patron is generous. I'm too poor, only ten pine cones, don't despise them, host."

One potato gifts Su Su a pine forest.

A cute girl asks for a slap gifts Su Su a pine forest.

"Mr. Qin gifts Su Su ten pine forests."

The room erupted with surprise, unable to compete with such generosity.

"Who counted how many pine forests the wealthy patron gifted?"

"Wealthy patron, sponsor me, I can warm your bed!"

"Su Su is so calm, truly a goddess."

As the crowd surged, Ling Chunann's broadcast room viewership broke two million, with followers exceeding one and a half million. This conversion rate was unprecedented and still growing.

Chen Siyu, an intern at Pinecone Live, had been interning for a week. Determined to sign someone with the potential to become a king or queen, he had noticed Su Su during her first broadcast. At that time, she had only broadcasted for half an hour with heavy makeup, making it hard to see her true appearance, and she had only sung half a song. Although the first half of the song was good, Chen Siyu wasn't sure about signing her without hearing the rest, so he decided to wait for her second broadcast.

But he hadn't expected to be so pleasantly surprised this time. The girl on the screen, with a bare face, was more beautiful than any other host or even celebrity he had seen. She played the guitar exceptionally well, and her voice, if taken to any record company, he believed would make her a superstar upon debut.

"Amazing!" Watching the continuously increasing follower count, Chen Siyu couldn't contain his excitement. He had to sign her, no matter what.

After the final song, Ling Chunann looked at the screen to see 3.5 million online viewers and 2.3 million followers, a bit surprised by the numbers.

The total gifts received exceeded twenty million yuan, with two million from Mr. Qin alone.

Since Ling Chunann hadn't signed with the platform, he would receive half of the gift amount. "Prodigal son."

098, busy collecting data, asked, "Host, what did you say?"

"Nothing."

The broadcast room remained enthusiastic, with requests for another song and inquiries about downloading the song.

Ling Chunann put away his guitar, stating he would only sing once as he had achieved his practice goals. He smiled at the chat, "Thank you for liking it. I'll upload the song to Music Home later for download if you're interested."

"It's getting late, I'm going to bed. You should too." With a smile, Ling Chunann glanced at his system inbox filled with messages, marked them as read, and promptly ended the broadcast, leaving behind a confused audience.

"I think I've become a fan of a fake host."

"Su Su, come back! You didn't say when your next broadcast would be!"

"Poor Mr. Qin, Su Su didn't even glance at him."

"Did you notice Su Su's room? It doesn't look like she's short on money."

"That's twenty million!"

"Wealthy patron, don't be sad. If Su Su doesn't want you, I do! Do you need a pet that has been to university and can do housework?"

"Host, Mr. Qin and several other heads from Pinecone sent you contract invitations. Will you reply?" 098 reminded.

"How long until the plot starts?" Ling Chunann asked, sidestepping the question.

"One month."

"Hmm." Ling Chunann nodded. "No signing."

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