Number of people online in the live broadcast room: 127,000.
I looked at the frantically refreshing barrages on the screen, my fingers hanging two centimeters above the keyboard, motionless. It's not that I don't want to move, it's that I can't move.
My name is Lu Qingge, and my ID is "Mo Yan". I am the only unique anchor on the Internet who does not speak during live broadcasts, interacts by holding up a whiteboard and typing, and has millions of fans. I have been silent for 38 minutes since today's live broadcast.
It's not a persona, it's a real social fear.
Someone in the barrage was saying: "Are Mo Yan in a bad mood today?" "Are you having social anxiety again?" "I feel so sorry for my sister..." There are also some anti-fans who are scolding: "Why are you pretending to be cold, can you die if you talk?" "Can you be an anchor these days without speaking?"
I took a deep breath, typed a line on the keyboard, and then raised the whiteboard: "I'm a little tired today, let's watch the video."
Just as he was about to cut the material, the computer screen in front of him suddenly flashed. It was as if someone had superimposed a translucent filter on my field of vision, and a row of words floated in the air, like a holographic projection.
"Ding - the host has been detected, the [Voice Resonance] system is being bound... The binding is successful."
I was stunned.
