The air in the rental house was stagnant, mixed with the salty smell of last night's instant noodles and the accumulated dust.
On the computer screen, the words "Online Audience: 0" were a cold and precise judgment.
Lin Feng leaned on the peeling gaming chair, hunger churning in his stomach and making a hollow gurgling sound.
This voice seemed particularly clear in the silent room.
He has been live for four hours.
He performed stand-up comedy for four hours to an empty studio.
He picked up his phone, and the faint light from the screen illuminated his tired face.
On the interface of the takeout app, the little red eDonkey representing the takeaway person was still 3.7 Kilometers away from him.
"What the hell, it's been an hour."
He threw the phone back on the table with a soft "pop" sound.
"Brothers, it's not that I don't work hard, it's that the earth's gravity is too strong. It's grabbing my takeaway and preventing it from coming over."
He complained habitually to the camera.
Although he knew very well that there was no one on the other side of the camera.
"How about we end the live broadcast here today?"
"No one is watching anyway."
"I still want to think about how to explain to the landlord whether next month's rent can be paid the next month instead."
He twitched the corners of his mouth in a self-deprecating way, preparing to close the live broadcast software.
"Oh, if only my fried chicken could fly here on its own."
