When it came to his viewers' Uncanny stories,
Lin Feng always listened with the attitude of, I know everything you're saying is made up, but wow, it sounds so real.
I can hype it up. I can hype anything up.
I'm using this to pad out my stream anyway. How could I complain that the viewers aren't entertaining enough?
My viewers are the ones who keep me fed!
If someone's good, we put on a show. If nobody's good, we lean into the awkwardness!
Lin Feng had plenty of experience with that.
As long as I don't get my hopes up, I'll never be disappointed.
Lin Feng took an optimistic approach to making entertaining content, so every viewer who exceeded expectations was a treasure to him.
After all, there were hidden talents everywhere.
Nobody knew what kind of job, experiences, or education the person on the other side of the screen had.
What if they were a real pro?
Like this viewer.
As he listened to this viewer's story, Lin Feng stopped moving the pen in his hand.
This viewer's story really was interesting.
His storytelling, and the story itself, came close to the average standard of the forums back in their heyday. Add his vivid delivery, and it had all the atmosphere and detail anyone could ask for. Listening sent chills creeping up your spine, making you want to pull even the little feet sticking out from under your blanket back inside and seal them away again.
A real pro!
He laid out the three essentials—who, where, and when—with perfect clarity.
The person was his childhood self. The place was the corridor-style apartment building his parents' workplaces had assigned them, which already sounded pretty old. The time was before sunset, with fiery red clouds stretching across the sky.
Drowsy