From 11:00 AM to 1:00 PM, there were many trainees who chose to do mukbang during their live streams.
However, what kind of delicious food could the cafeteria at the filming base possibly have? No matter how good the presentation looked, it couldn’t escape its essence of being low fat diet food for weight loss.
As for the specially supplied egg noodles in the cafeteria today…each person was limited to one bowl, and the bowl’s opening was no larger than the size of a palm. One bite for the poached egg, another slurp to finish the remaining noodles. For this group of tall young men with big appetites, this bowl of noodles would be gone in at most five bites.
Moreover, the taste of the noodles inherited the cafeteria’s style…it was indescribable.
The trainees carried their egg noodles and broccoli with chicken breast, found empty seats to sit down, and then, facing the unresponsive GoPro, began to pretend to eat very happily as they took big mouthfuls of food.
They couldn’t see the barrage, so naturally, they didn’t know that the terrible food of the NS cafeteria had already made it to the tail end of the hot search list. The entry was called “#[Next stage] Pig Feed#”. The audience in the live stream were all typing “hahahaha”.
There were even show fans who enjoyed watching the drama and didn’t mind trouble. They edited these trainees, who were eating with expressions of deep bitterness and resentment, into the same video, titled “NS Gourmet Collection.”
Throughout the day, the content of the trainees’ live streams was bizarre and varied.
More normal ones included reading, singing, dancing, working out, and playing basketball. The more exaggerated ones involved skits, pranks, and multiplayer game challenges.
Soon, the time reached 9:00 PM, which was the last group’s live stream.
Countless people camped out in the [NS-Live Stream] waiting for the window to light up. On the dark screen, tightly connected barrages swept across. The gold barrages interspersed among them were shiny and very conspicuous.
The gift contribution leaderboard in Quentin’s live stream alone had enough ties to fill the top one hundred spots.
Counting from the first day “[NS]” started broadcasting, the points earned from logging into Youth TV daily to check in and complete tasks always had an upper limit. Many of Quentin’s fans had already reached the maximum points.
After deducting the points spent on daily voting, the fans, who had a hoarding mentality, almost all had a minimum of 200 points saved up. Some had also reached the theoretical maximum value of 300 points.
The ID of the fan with golden barrages and who occupied the number one spot on the leaderboard was “Creamy Cute Jiang”. She was currently a somewhat well-known station sister within Quentin’s fan circle.
“Quentin_cuteginger” was a side account specifically used for hoarding points.
It was said that this account was bought from a fan who had checked in and completed tasks punctually every day since the day [NS] first started broadcasting. Moreover, she had never used this side account to vote for any contestant, resulting in her gifting points on the leaderboard being as high as 520.
Obviously, the points she held in her hands were definitely more than these, but 520 was already enough for her to crush everyone else and securely hold the number one spot.
The reason Jiang Ke fought for the top spot was that she needed the usage rights for the golden barrages.
She had been paying attention to the live streams throughout the entire day today. Basically, most live streams had encountered sudden incidents like arguments, insults, and even personal attacks in the barrage.
Under the premise that the streamer couldn’t see the barrage and couldn’t respond to the audience’s demands, it was very normal for a group of small fans, lacking guidance from the streamer and moderation from managers, to start arguing. This was especially true when black fans in disguise mixed in to stir up trouble.
At this time, the role of the golden barrages became apparent.
Golden barrages are eye-catching + their movement speed is slow = they stay in the audience’s field of view for a long time. Isn’t this just the perfect live stream bulletin board?
It was perfectly suited for controlling the live stream’s atmosphere and overall direction.
[Hello~ good evening, babies, this is QT’s first live stream, let’s watch peacefully and enjoy the handsome guy’s stunning beauty together, okay? [Cute emoji], try not to argue, don’t mention unrelated people, let’s maintain a friendly and harmonious atmosphere in the live stream together [heart][heart]]
[Yay! Front row, melon seeds and snacks are ready, just waiting for Quentin to appear!]
[If we can avoid arguing, we definitely will, but if stupid x black fans deliberately pick a fight, it’s hard for me to control myself [angry]]
[Black fans are really disgusting, more disgusting than flying cockroaches.]
[Hasn’t Quentin arrived yet? How much longer? It seems like it’s already time.]
“Click.”
A soft sound came from the live stream. Soon, strands of hazy light penetrated the pitch-black screen.
As the lens focused, the image gradually became clear, and a small path paved with bluestone bricks appeared before everyone’s eyes.
[? Where is this, where is Quentin?]
The barrage didn’t remain confused for long. A familiar voice sounded in their ears, so close they could hear breathing. The voice’s timbre was so captivating it made them break out in goosebumps instantly.
“Good evening, everyone in the live stream.”
The boy’s voice was clear and brisk in the quiet of the night. His Mandarin was very standard, without a trace of an accent, but his enunciation was a bit “crisper” than most people’s. Even without subtitles, every word could be heard distinctly.
This was somewhat different from his speaking habits as shown in the program’s main episodes and behind-the-scenes clips.
His limited screen time had long been clipped out by his fans and analyzed repeatedly until worn out. In their impression, Quentin should speak slowly, with a low voice, and sounds a bit cold.
So, had Quentin specifically adjusted his speaking style for them?
“It is now 9:00 PM sharp. Normally, I am usually rehearsing in the practice room at this time. But since some of you probably watched Xue Mingzhu’s live stream with me in the practice room this morning, I’ll change locations for everyone tonight.”
Although he had adjusted his speaking style, his pace of speech remained unhurried, like everyday conversation, which was very comfortable to listen to.
“I have recently been trying to enhance my physical stamina through exercise and jogging. The gym is quite crowded in the evening. If I go at this hour, there might not be any free spots. So tonight, I’ll first challenge endurance long-distance running.”
“Following this path, you can go from the practice room to the cafeteria and then to the dormitory building. I am currently standing downstairs from the practice room.” As Quentin spoke, he turned the camera, capturing the gray-white building behind him in the live stream. “One hour should be enough for me to run back and forth seven or eight times.”
“Hmm….By the way, I probably won’t talk much while running. We can’t bring phones while recording the show, and I don’t have anything on me that can play music for you. If you need it, just pair it with your own bgm.”
[No no no, it’s completely unnecessary!!]
[Gege’s breathing is my favorite asmr….]
[I really like it, I really like it when Quentin talks like this, so cool, so doting… sukisuki….daisuki~] (Japanese for “like like… really like~”)
After Quentin finished his opening remarks, he fixed the GoPro onto the vest-style chest strap provided by the program team.
The black straps passed over his neck and back, wrapping around from both sides to fasten tightly in front of his chest.
The obvious feeling of restraint made Quentin somewhat uncomfortable, but in order to avoid the camera shaking violently while running, he forcibly ignored this unusual sensation.
The wide, straight bluestone road stretched and extended through the camera lens, and the evergreen trees on both sides of the road were lush and green. The streetlights cast a dim, yellowish glow, and together with the moon hanging high in the sky, illuminated the path the boy was taking.
His even breathing mixed with the sound of the wind, faintly captured by the microphone and transmitted to the ears of the audience in the live stream.
This kind of immersive jogging live stream could be considered rare in the entire streaming world, and a streamer who remained completely silent after the opening remarks was even rarer. Even study streamers would occasionally chat with the barrage.
But perhaps it was probably for the best that Quentin couldn’t see the barrage, as the barrage in his live stream was now far from harmonious.
The fans vs. black fans battle brought by last night’s hot search entry “#Quentin Clown#” had not yet ceased. Annoying black fans always popped up when fans were happily discussing, stirring the barrage into chaos.
The screen full of clown emojis was forcibly suppressed by golden and silver barrages, and the entire screen was colorful and spectacular. A perfectly good live stream was unexpectedly reduced to a battlefield of light pollution, scaring off any passersby who stumbled in.
[??? This is Quentin’s live stream, right?]
[These barrages… World War III?]
[Where is the streamer? Is Quentin’s live stream not showing his face?]
[Is there a bug in the livestream again? I just wanted to see a fresh, handsome guy…]
The confused passersby, unable to grasp the situation, came in and out, repeatedly refreshing and trying to find the correct live stream entrance.
[Beep beep beep, friendly reminder~ Quentin’s live stream content is immersive jogging. It is recommended to turn off barrages for a better viewing experience~]
Passerby: Oh…
This live stream lasted a total of one hour. Quentin was almost always running, and the barrages were almost always arguing.
Occasionally, when Quentin slowed down, the black fans would spring up and start mocking. When Quentin’s breathing became heavier, the black fans would jump up and down, pointing and criticizing.
Until the last ten minutes before the live stream ended, Quentin stopped running, turned, and stepped onto the lakeside lawn of the filming base.
Amidst the rustling sound of footsteps on the grass, the audience watched him walk towards a flat piece of grass near the lake, then squat down, spread the towel hanging around his neck flat on the ground to use as a pillow, and then relaxed his entire body as he lay down.
The GoPro camera on his chest pointed upwards, and the night sky of Yanhai City’s suburbs came into the view of countless audience members, filled with stars flickering between brightness and dimness.
Endless and too numerous to count, they hang heavily in the high sky, as if they were about to pour down and fall the next second.
[So beautiful…]
[Is there such a place in Yanhai? I thought you couldn’t see stars in Yanhai City.]
[It’s the suburbs. Someone leaked the NS filming location on the forums. That place is remote, at least a two or three-hour drive from the city center, not counting traffic jams.]
[Why is Quentin still not talking? He’s not going to sleep here, right?!]
[That won’t do, he’ll definitely catch a cold!]
The live stream audience chattered amongst themselves. Suddenly, intermittent barking sounds came from the distance.
“Woof! Woof woof woof!”
The sound grew closer, and the camera angle changed as well, as if the boy lying on the ground had turned over slightly, looking in the direction of the sound.
“Woof woof woof!”
A dark shadow rushed across the grass towards him like a small cannonball, crashing violently into Quentin’s embrace.
The pitch-black head slammed hard into the GoPro on his chest, and the dark shadow and the live stream audience simultaneously let out a startled cry.
[Holy crap, what is that?]
[Is it a dog? It’s pitch-black, I can’t see clearly at all.]
[I hope it’s not a stray dog from the suburbs. Why did it come straight for Quentin?]
[If you get bitten by a dog, you’ll probably have to withdraw from the show, right? [Pity]]
[……Can this idiot please stop coming to Quentin’s stream to sell swords (act stupidly/provoke people)? My daily question is when can we get a block/mute function? I really don’t want to talk to pseudo-humans anymore.]
“Woof…. owww…. woof woof.”
The large dog, whose features were unclear, buried itself in Quentin’s chest, its head constantly rubbing against Quentin’s body, as if it had been hurt by the impact, making pitiful whimpering sounds from its mouth.
“Alright, stop acting spoiled, I’ll rub it for you.”
A hand reached into the frame from outside the camera and pressed onto the large dog’s furry head. The palm applied a little pressure, and the fingers repeatedly rubbed and kneaded the fluffy fur. It was clear at a glance that he was skilled in dog-petting.
The dog whimpered comfortably in response, its tail dragging behind it wagging like a propeller. Its head nudged upwards again and again, actively pushing its drooping ears into Quentin’s hand.
The style of this scene was warm, healing, and made one’s heart feel soft.
But most fans’ attention wasn’t focused on that.
That hand, the close-up of the hand…was simply too, too beautiful!!!
Gulp. [Swallowing saliva]
The fingers pressing on the dog’s head were excessively long, the nails trimmed cleanly. The soft fingertips were like pearls peeking out from a shell. The wrist bone was slightly protruding, and the wrist extending downwards, shrouded in moonlight, resembled a work of art carved from white jade.
The delicate, bluish-purple blood vessels on the inner side of the wrist showed through the thin skin, like winding branches and veins extending deep into the palm.
Two or three reddened mosquito bites were exceptionally obvious in the camera shot. They were swollen, but had no distinct shape, making them look like hickeys on the beautiful hand.
Quentin himself also noticed the marks on his hand. He subconsciously lifted his other hand and scratched them a few times, casually explaining: “There are many trees and grass here, and lots of mosquitoes at night. I didn’t bring any mosquito repellent this time when I came to record the show. Luckily, Fang Xu brought some; I usually use his.”
[So white… so slender… the knuckles are pink… even the fingernails are pink…]
[What mosquito bites? What is he mumbling about? I can’t hear…]
[Stop explaining, baby, they’re clearly hickeys, proof of my love for you [red heart][red heart]]
[Stop scratching, the more you scratch, the redder they get. It makes my hands itch [reaching out hand]]
[I am a pure, sexy female mosquito! Don’t move! Let me suck! Mwah mwah mwah!]
The fans who were tearing into the black fans just a second ago instantly switched focus, dizzily and brainlessly frantically licking the screen. At this moment, the surging barrages actually swallowed up the sarcastic, mocking, and defamatory remarks.
Indeed, lust is the number one productive force……
At this moment, the black fans who were deliberately camping in the live stream to disgust people stared at the screen full of howling, lewd comments. Their chests were filled with a mass of sarcastic malice, but unable to swallow it or spit it out, it suffocated them until they were breathless.
The more they thought about it, the angrier they became…
F*ck, I’ll go post another hate thread to vent!
A certain black fan with ulterior motives decisively switched screens, logged into a throwaway account, and started typing furiously in the NS discussion group.
Title: [Quentin Shows Skin in Late Night Livestream]
Content: [Hmph, that Ugly Dragonfly is indeed a scheming dog. All he knows is how to seduce fans by showing skin. He’s already this skilled at his first livestream, who knows how many times he’s done it in private [smirk emoji]. Since he’s so good at selling himself, why doesn’t he go into shooting 18[restricted] films [clown emoji][clown emoji][clown emoji]]
1L: [Late night, livestream, shows skin [yellow heart emoji][yellow heart emoji] Such an explosive title. Where is the morality? Where is the conscience? Where is the resource? [hamster holding bowl emoji]]
2L: [Where where where where….Help! I was working overtime at the company tonight and missed something?! Hurry up and drop the link ahhhh!!]
3L: [The big greedy girl upstairs, please restrain yourself……Did you only read the title and not the content? This OP is a brain-dead black fan, “its” having a fit. Let’s be honest and not get horny in a place where dogs poop, okay?]
4L: [Hello? Are you talking about Quentin, who didn’t even show his face during the entire one-hour livestream and only revealed his arm at the very end? Showing skin? Where did this remnant from the Qing dynasty come from? If your eyes are useless, you can donate them :)]
5L: [Okay okay, hating on QT is work, watching QT is life, right? You fantasize about Quentin going into the adult industry day and night, how come black fans are even more obsessed with Quentin’s body than us fans? [eye-roll emoji][eye-roll emoji]]
6L: [Falling in love with Quentin is human nature, no need to feel inferior.]
7L: [Hope everyone knows, spreading slanderous rumors will only get you a beautiful lawyer’s letter and a lovely trip to jail, it’s completely useless, dear. The level of attack is too weak, I can’t feel any strength from you all, dear [smile emoji].]
8L: [Pfft, after all that talk, it’s not even as yellow as what us fans imagine (shaking head and sighing) (leaving disappointed) The fanfic writers in our circle are better at creating than some desperate black fans. Who could imagine the shock I suffered last time when I saw a fanfic writer’s work about noble young master QT ★★leather boot stepping on face, dom-sub, NS (no safe word), debauched orgy……]
9L: [?]
10L: [What kind of Lü Bu wild history has invaded your QT fandom [cracked emoji]…]
11L: [Ahhh I can’t take it anymore, sis, why did you have to post it and make me see it again ahhh (closing eyes) (deep sorrow) (despair) (poking own eyes out)]
12L: [[green frog screaming.jpg]]
13L: [According to reliable wild history records, Quentin actually has succubus bloodline. Those green eyes are a manifestation of that bloodline trait. It doesn’t trigger in daily life, but once he stays in the same room with 100 same-sex individuals, eating and living together for months, an indescribable subtle change will occur……]
14L: [That’s very wild.]
15L: [That’s very reliable.]
16L: [That’s very succubus.]
17L: [And then? What happens? Elaborate (pricking up ears)]
……
124L: [Help.. how did this topic manage to go on for a hundred posts [frantic emoji]]
125L: [Little Butterflies, stop giving the black fans attention. Let them jump around. It’s just because their own favorites get no traffic, so they have to cling to QT all day long [pitiful emoji][pitiful emoji]]
126L: [Little Butterflies? Has QT’s fan name been decided already?]
127L: [Yeah, it was just decided after the first performance ended yesterday. I only found out this morning too.]
128L: [So fast? A few days ago I saw over ten fan names listed in the big group, with three or four options being very close in the vote.]
129L: [So why is it called Little Butterflies? I prefer Little Roses, because Quentin’s initial stage outfit had roses on the shirt [chin in hand emoji].]
130L: [I voted for Little Dragonfly…but then the “dragonfly” character got used as a derogatory term by black fans, so annoying. Dragonflies are small, delicate, and beneficial insects, how is that derogatory?]
131L: [Was “Little Butterflies” even an option listed in the fan group? I don’t remember this option.]
132L: [Ahem, well, it’s like this: “Little Butterflies” really wasn’t among the candidates. But don’t the black fans call us [caterpillars]? Caterpillars emerge from their cocoons as little butterflies, la. [happy emoji].]
133L: [Right, right, let them know that [caterpillar] has zero attack power, and also thank them for giving us inspiration [covering mouth laughing emoji].]
134L: [Plus, “Little Butterflies” is nice to hear and easy to remember. Quentin is the Little Dragonfly, we are the Little Butterflies. Sounds like one family at once.]
More and more of Quentin’s fans and passersby flooded into this hate thread. However, everyone’s focus was on the fan name and tonight’s livestream; no one paid attention to the hate thread OP’s post.
What do black fans most want to see?
Of course, it’s passersby joining in to create a group mockery, and fans putting up a stubborn resistance or even breaking down.
But when passersby don’t take it seriously, and fans laugh and gather around, not only not angrily refuting but instead enthusiastically discussing their favorite in the hate thread, completely ignoring the black fan as if they were nothing.
This feeling of being ignored was even worse than having their private messages flooded.
Black fans:…[clown emoji]
345L: [I feel like everyone’s forgotten the OP is a black fan…]
346L: [Speaking of the OP? I haven’t seen it post since making the thread. It didn’t go cry in a corner, did it?]
347L: [That wouldn’t be good. The thread is so lively, the engagement is so high. What’s it hiding for? Come out and play together [painting nails emoji][crooking finger emoji].]
348L: [It wouldn’t dare oh [smirk emoji]. Has everyone noticed, Quentin’s black fans always come fiercely and leave pathetically. It’s too funny [laughing emoji].]
349L: [What does this mean? It means there’s no future in being Quentin’s black fan, babies. Reform yourselves as soon as possible [blowing kiss emoji].]
[This thread has been locked by the original poster]
