The moonlight lay hazy over the rooftop.
A slender figure stood in an open space on the rooftop, fiddling with his phone. Then he turned on the camera and started streaming.
All of Mushroom TV was talking about Foodie Bro. The moment news broke that he was live, fans and haters alike flooded into his channel.
"Get off Mushroom TV, you piece of trash!"
"Exactly. You've still got the fucking nerve to stream? Disgusting."
"Reported. May disease defeat this animal soon."
"Foodie Bro, we trusted you so much. Why did you pay actors to fake your singing?"
"Foodie Bro, are the screenshots Yuting posted real?"
Less than thirty seconds into the stream, Jun Wangchen's live viewer count had reached three million and was climbing by ten thousand every second.
Comments of every kind crowded the screen so densely that his face was only visible through the occasional gap.
Jun Wangchen said nothing. He simply adjusted the camera settings, switched to recording his phone screen, and opened his photo gallery.
A set of screenshots appeared on-screen.
Little Yuting: "Foodie Bro, I'm Yuting, Mushroom TV's top female streamer."
Foodie Bro: "Sister Ting! I've heard so much about you. I'm truly flattered by this unexpected visit. What can I do for you?"
Little Yuting: "Nothing much. I've been watching your streams lately, and I think you're talented and worth following."
Foodie Bro: "You're too kind, Sister Ting. I'm just a small-time food streamer. I can't compare with a major streamer like you, with your ten million followers. I wouldn't dare call myself talented."
Little Yuting: "You're handsome, you never gain weight no matter how much you eat, and, best of all, you have a beautiful singing voice. Now you're being so modest, too. No wonder you've gained so many fans so quickly.