Chapter 172: Super Experience Monster

Chapter 172: The Super Experience Mob

Peak concurrent viewers: 320,000. Total views: 430,000.

A peak of 320,000 is certainly high. While the "Spirit Underground" press conference once hit over 700,000, that was only because Brother Kun had rallied his fanbase, offered lavish prizes, Sister Rabbit had brought in the Rabbit Army, and the platform had provided a front-page recommendation. Since then, his livestreams had generally peaked in the low hundreds of thousands.

Do not underestimate a hundred thousand; excluding the art category, that alone would qualify one as a major streamer across the entire 8-Station platform.

Three hundred thousand, however, puts one in the elite tier of major streamers.

Of course, it was not the raw data that surprised Meng Fan, but the total views. Strictly speaking, 380,000 views isn't inherently shocking, but it is when you consider the premise of a 320,000-viewer peak!

Generally, the ratio of Meng Fan’s peak concurrent viewers to total views is above 1:2. To be honest, this is a healthy ratio; the lower the ratio, the better one is at retaining viewers.

But today, it was 1:1.34!

What does this signify?

It means that the vast majority of viewers who tuned in today never left!

And the stream was not short!

So many viewers had stayed until the very end!

Meng Fan’s painting streams were already good at retaining people, but with the added banter, his ability to keep an audience seemed to have grown quite potent.

Conversely, this also meant that using this current voice for banter was genuinely captivating.

Being able to attract new viewers was something that made Meng Fan very happy.

Meng Fan felt he could talk and sing more in the future. Just like his previous streams of running and shooting hoops, the goal was undoubtedly to attract more people to watch, thereby completing this task as quickly as possible.

Thinking about the effort required to grind this task was exhausting, but the moment he thought of the 10 points of Charisma rewarded by the "Stream Master" achievement title, Meng Fan felt invigorated, pondering how to finish the task with speed.

After all, since his rebirth and the acquisition of this system, it had been proven many times that as long as one was diligent and used their head, even seemingly difficult tasks could be completed quickly through clever maneuvers.

Of course, tasks like "Godspeed" and "I Am the Champion" had rigid, inflexible requirements, making them difficult to bypass with clever tricks.

"Stream Master" also had hard requirements, and Meng Fan had previously found it daunting, thinking that reaching the 1 million views required for the third stage would be enough. But as he gained more attributes and abilities, the grinding process had become much faster.

Just as he was pondering this, Meng Fan’s phone buzzed; a call was coming in.

"Just finished your stream? Hungry? Want to grab a late-night snack together?"

The number belonged to Su Qingcen, but the voice on the other end was Bai Zhi’s.

Twenty minutes later, Meng Fan appeared at a hotpot restaurant near the Huanglong Sports Center.

The restaurant was bustling; it was nearly midnight, yet it remained packed. Steam billowed everywhere, and the air was thick with savory aromas. Having been hungry already, Meng Fan felt his appetite sharpen the moment he stepped inside.

He knocked on the door and pushed it open to enter a private room.

The room was spacious, as was the table, but there were only three people inside: Su Qingcen, Bai Zhi, and Bai Zhi’s assistant. It looked like the food had just been served.

"Sister Bai, Brother Shan-Jin, Sister Sun."

Meng Fan greeted them. Since this was a private meeting and they were all acquaintances, he didn't feel overly constrained and immediately went to mix his dipping sauce.

Everything was available in the room, so there was no need to step out.

Seeing it was a split-pot, Meng Fan mixed two bowls: one with sesame paste, fermented bean curd, oyster sauce, and chive blossoms; the other with beef sauce, sesame paste, chili oil, garlic, cilantro, and scallions.

"Sister Bai, are you here because you're a guest performer for Brother Shan-Jin’s concert again?"

Meng Fan sat down after mixing his sauces, swished a few slices of lamb in the clear broth, and dipped them into the sesame paste bowl. The rich, heavy flavor of the paste and fermented bean curd, combined with the sharp tang of the chive blossoms, made him feel whole again, his soul greatly soothed.

"I was a guest for Qingcen’s first concert; how could I be a guest for two in a row?" Seeing Meng Fan eating with such satisfaction, Bai Zhi placed some of the lamb she had just cooked into his bowl. She had met Meng Fan many times before and had eaten with him in private; calling him a younger brother was not an exaggeration.

"I’m here in Hangzhou to prepare for my own concert. It’s actually more of a fan meet-up, only about 2,000 people. It can’t compare to the massive, tens-of-thousands-strong concerts of your Brother Shan-Jin."

"Sister Bai, if you keep saying that, we might not be able to be friends anymore!" Su Qingcen said. "How many years does it take for me to hold a tour? You can hold one whenever you want; how can they be the same? Come to think of it, I should be the one envying you. You can choose the most comfortable way to perform the music you want to perform... Besides, even if your concert only has 2,000 live attendees, it’s being live-streamed. If you really count it, the viewership is much higher than mine!"

Although she didn't view Meng Fan as an ordinary fan, Su Qingcen swallowed the rest of her words.

Traffic-driven singers, even those with both image and talent, were indeed lacking in terms of creative freedom.

Hearing Su Qingcen’s words, Meng Fan’s ears pricked up!

Without dwelling on the topic, Su Qingcen turned to Meng Fan with a smile: "While Sister Bai was waiting for my rehearsal earlier, she watched your stream and even showed it to me. I didn't expect you to be able to sing. Even if you weren't singing seriously, I could tell it was quite good. Your voice is truly charming."

"Charming is an understatement!" Bai Zhi laughed, taking over the conversation. "By the end, you even managed to flirt with your Brother Shan-Jin!"

At this, Meng Fan couldn't help but blush.

After finishing the hotpot, the two professional singers suddenly got into the mood and insisted on dragging Meng Fan to go karaoke.

"You two rehearse every day, and you still want to go to KTV?" Meng Fan couldn't fathom it.

Bai Zhi was blunt: "We aren't singing; we want to listen to you."

Meng Fan: ???

Unable to refuse, he had no choice but to go.

There was a KTV nearby, just a five-minute walk away.

Bai Zhi took the initiative to pick a song for Meng Fan, the very same one he had hummed during his stream, "The Rest of My Life," though Meng Fan had changed the lyrics during the broadcast.

He sang the song through, quite seriously. He was a little nervous at first, but eventually, he let go.

Clap, clap, clap, clap.

Su Qingcen, Bai Zhi, and her assistant, Sister Sun, all applauded.

"See? I told you little Fan wouldn't disappoint if he sang seriously!" Bai Zhi was very happy and said to Meng Fan, "Little Fan, are you interested in coming to play at my concert? I had already found a few guests, but one of them had an emergency and can't make it. I was planning to find someone else to fill in. Since you can sing, you’re it. I’m too lazy to look for anyone else."

"Sister Bai, are you joking? I’ve never had any experience performing on stage. Aren't you afraid I’ll mess it up?"

Although Meng Fan wanted to agree the moment he heard the invitation—he had been itching for it ever since Su Qingcen mentioned that Bai Zhi’s concert would be live-streamed; this was practically an elite mob, no, a boss with super experience points!—he still asked modestly, hoping not to ruin things.

"You haven't performed on stage, but you have streaming experience! My concert is being live-streamed; for you, it’s just adding 2,000 live audience members. Besides, you’re already a major streamer; you can even bring some popularity to my concert’s stream! If you don't object, it’s settled!"

"Is it really that casual?"

(End of chapter)