Initially, Hoshisuna believed she was performing in the same style as before; it was just that the atmosphere in the live stream room had changed.
But once she performed in that style, the audience’s audio feedback was clearly different, and she herself began to doubt, leading to a deadlock.
It was like a stage play—though it was all acting, unlike filming a TV series or a movie.
Filming a TV series requires facing the camera, while a stage play requires facing the audience.
Stage actors keenly capture every gasp and chuckle from the audience, using them to stimulate desire and even improvise brilliantly to cater to the mood.
You need to know what the audience wants and stimulate them.
For Hoshisuna now, even if her line delivery was still flawless, when the audience’s feedback turned entirely into “out of character” and “cringey,” she inevitably wanted to adjust.
But in such a terrible atmosphere, no matter how she adjusted, the audience’s focus was no longer on her character.
Even if she made the correct adjustment, the audience wouldn’t give the correct feedback.
This only trapped Hoshisuna in a deadlock like a headless fly.
Her originally ethereal tone now sounded like an emotionless AI reading a manual.
Orange Berry was anxious on the sidelines, but there was nothing she could do.
Even if it was an equipment issue, it couldn’t be investigated immediately.
The last resort was to forcibly cut the live stream, but doing that meant ending the day in failure.
If she didn’t forcibly stop, it might get even worse.
Even though Hoshisuna had rich stage experience, a live stream was essentially an interaction guided by emotions.
After that “Giraffe Farce,” the atmosphere had run wild like a runaway horse toward strange places.
Even though the moderators had started frantically muting the extreme mocking bullet comments, that “Helicopter Propeller Giraffe” meme scene was still unforgettable.
The atmosphere in the live stream room froze to an icy point, and even the bullet comments decreased.
Everyone seemed at a loss on how to face this suddenly boring and rigid girl.
In front of the secondary screen, Orange Quiet Forest stopped chewing her potato chips and sighed.
“What should I do, meow meow.”
To be honest, it was too awkward to watch.
Orange Quiet Forest clicked the matchmaking button for some four-character game.
Might as well play games.
At this point, there should be a more stimulating scene that topped the previous meme to attract the audience’s attention.
Otherwise, how could they turn things around?
Could it be that that fox was also here tonight?
Just as the live stream room’s atmosphere turned stiff, and Hoshisuna didn’t know how to steer the topic back on track amid a screen full of “Giraffe” and “Propeller”—
Strum—
A clear acoustic guitar strum cut into the live stream without warning.
Immediately after, a wooden guitar solo flowed out like moonlight and babbling brook.
The melody was beautiful, gentle, with a lazy healing quality, like a sudden evening breeze blowing into a stuffy room, clearing away the awkward silence that made one want to curl their toes.
The scrolling of bullet comments visibly slowed down.
“Eh? The BGM changed?”
“This guitar playing feels so good! Is it live?”
In the control room behind the one-way glass, Chu Yong and Orange Berry were startled by the sudden audio cut-in.
They saw on the monitor that Jing He Xuanyiang was holding a wooden guitar, playing while casually gesturing to the staff.
The well-trained staff immediately understood, and their fingers flew across the control desk, forcibly connecting her facial capture signal and microphone permission to the live stream.
“Good evening, everyone~! Can you hear me? Can you hear me?”
The guitar gradually turned into a soft accompaniment, and a girl’s voice that was extremely sunny, cheerful, and seemed to come with its own warm background music cut into the channel along with the melody.
Immediately after, a small picture-in-picture window popped up in the lower right corner of the screen.
It was Wu Baisheng, a lively high school girl with a side ponytail and bright eyes.
However, only her head and shoulders appeared in that small frame, swaying vividly with the rhythm of her speech.
“Oh my, I’m really sorry to suddenly appear like this, only showing my head.”
Wu Baisheng’s voice had no fake sweetness; it was purely approachable and sunny.
“To save Princess Jingzhi, who was turned into a giraffe by a malicious spell, I just used an emergency space teleportation array and crossed dimensions directly from the Light Music Club room!”
Wu Baisheng playfully stuck out her tongue, perfectly using two-dimensional logic to cover up the fact that she wasn’t wearing a motion capture suit.
“But because I ran too fast, plus my magic power was depleted, the teleportation array had a little bug, so I accidentally left my lower half in the club room. Now only my upper body can move, so everyone, please make do with my genius pretty face~”
The bullet comments instantly laughed at this new sunny girl and her nonsense setting.
“Wow! A new member?!”
“Magic power depleted and left lower half in the classroom, what a dismemberment-level teleportation magic.”
“So it was live guitar playing?”
Hoshisuna looked at her teammate whose head was only bobbing in the lower right corner, and was at a loss due to the sudden surprise.
“Baisheng? How did you…”
“Jingzhi, I was just watching your live stream on the side, and seeing you like this, I couldn’t help but come out and say something.”
Wu Baisheng interrupted her with a smile, her fingers still gently plucking the guitar.
Then, she let out a bell-like laugh and spoke to the audience in the gentlest, brightest voice, not holding back at all.
“Oh my, everyone on the other side of the screen was laughing so hard just now~ Our Jingzhi worked so hard to prepare a performance for everyone. It’s already pitiful enough that her carefully built mood was interrupted by a dimensional rift and she turned into a giraffe. She must be agonizing inside over the ruined perfect rhythm. And because she’s too serious, she has no idea how to respond to your lousy jokes!”
The guitar stopped, and Wu Baisheng rested her chin on her hands, delivering the finishing blow with a sunny tone.
“And you bunch not only didn’t comfort the girl, but kept laughing at her. Viewers who don’t know how to be considerate to girls are probably the type who can’t strike up a conversation at a mixer and can only drink alone in a corner in real life, right? So pathetic~”
After a half-second pause, the bullet comments immediately reached a second climax.
“??? I got scolded? And with such a gentle voice?!”
“I’m sorry! I’m a lonely single dog no one wants! Please scold me more!”
Hearing her teammate roast the audience, Hoshisuna became even more flustered.
Her actor’s instincts immediately made her want to take the blame.
“Baisheng, don’t say that. It really was my poor improvisation…”
“See! See! She’s still giving a serious report.”