[Streamer’s acting is so realistic! My dad says this is exactly how students suddenly pass out in class.]

[But his sleeping position is too convincing! Can we at least see a bit of his face? Sure, I’m here to study history, but right now I really want to see his face.]

[Hey, could you lift your head and sleep facing the camera?]

Countless comments flooded in, begging the streamer to show his face.

But the streamer was completely oblivious.

After a while, the flood of comments slowed down as viewers realized he wasn’t responding. They settled in, waiting patiently for him to raise his head.

Although Luo Yu had mentioned a 90-minute nap performance, no one really believed he could stay completely still the whole time.

There’d surely be some interaction in between, right?

“Hey, freshman? Freshman, are you alright?”

Luo Yu’s PK opponent, Sapo, shouted in alarm.

Kind-hearted viewers from Luo Yu’s stream ran over to Sapo’s chat to explain.

Sapo finally remembered that Luo Yu had mentioned he’d be “performing sleep.”

It was as if he’d been doused in cold water. All that effort he put into his perfect slam dunk had gone to waste!

A few minutes later, Sapo, regaining his confidence, declared earnestly:

“Freshman, once you’re done performing, look up—I’ll still be right here.”

“I’ll be showing you my 100% three-step shooting accuracy!”

If Luo Yu happened to look up just as he made a shot, maybe he’d be completely mesmerized!

Excited, he clutched his basketball and dashed forward!

Whoosh—

Misjudging the jump, the ball missed everything and flew straight past the hoop.

Sapo glanced back nervously. Thankfully, the freshman’s head was still down.

“That was just a warm-up; the real show starts now!”

Ten minutes later.

Sapo, out of breath, threw aside his basketball. “Still asleep?”

Even the chat was getting restless:

[Is he really going to just lie there for 90 minutes? Come on, we want more than just a view of the top of his head.]

[Come on, show us your face!]

[Is the streamer just ignoring us now?]

[I’m off to check out someone else; see ya, everyone!]

Within half an hour, Luo Yu’s stream saw a sharp decline in viewers!

New viewers who stumbled in quickly left as well.

[Just got here—what’s going on in this stream?]

[Is the streamer unconscious? Should someone call an ambulance?]

[No, he’s “performing sleep.”]

[What the heck… Some people will stream anything these days. Reported.]

[I’m out; what a waste of time.]

An hour later, what was once a bustling chat was reduced to a handful of viewers.

Sapo, completely exhausted, lay flat on the basketball court, staring at the night sky, and groaned:

“Freshman! Wake up already! I can’t take it any longer!”

Could this pretty freshman really be doing the full 90-minute sleep act?

Maybe he wasn’t just pretty but… lacking in common sense?

—Meanwhile, in A University’s event center, as Luo Yu continued his blissful sleep in a cozy second-floor lounge…

At the end of the third-floor hallway, inside a large, sealed-off conference room, a grueling 20-hour meeting was finally about to take a break.

Officially, this conference was publicized as a donation ceremony for Professor Song Lingyuan, president of the International Association for Human Advancement, who had generously contributed 100 million yuan to his alma mater.

But in reality, the conference had nothing to do with a donation ceremony.

“Thank you, everyone, for a year of dedication to this detection project.”

“Before the results are officially disclosed to the public, please, everyone, learn to pretend to be deaf and mute, and keep this a secret.”

Although the air conditioning in the conference room was not set too low, the moment Song Lingyuan spoke coldly, all the professors present shuddered in unison.

Though they hadn’t seen it for themselves, they had all heard the rumors about this young president—how ruthlessly he dealt with those who hindered the dissemination of sleeping pills!

Finally reaching break time, the attending professors gathered at the dessert area at the end of the conference room to enjoy some small cakes.

Song Lingyuan remained in his luxurious seat at the front of the long conference table, his long fingers gloved in white resting on the teacup handle, his eyes lowered as he savored his tea.

The vice president of A University sat to his right, and seeing him unmoving, he didn’t dare to budge!

This was a rare chance for him to please someone of such high standing!

—Suddenly, he recalled the brief glance Song Lingyuan had cast toward the student activity hall before entering the conference room!

The vice president quickly typed out a few messages on his phone, and soon, he approached Song Lingyuan with his phone in hand, all smiles.

“Professor Song, the results of the campus streamer selection event I mentioned to you yesterday are in! Our little streamers from A University have already gone live today. Would you like to take a look for some entertainment?”

With a clatter, Song Lingyuan set down his teacup.

Just this action made the vice president’s heart leap with joy! The fact that he hadn’t rejected it meant there was a chance!

He hurriedly shoved the phone closer to him, swiping through the homepage recommendations while observing his expression.

When he reached a certain point, he noticed Song Lingyuan suddenly furrow his brow.

The vice president immediately halted his finger: “Are you interested in this streamer, Professor Song? Let me check—this is a student from our history department, researching… sleep…”

The word “sleep” abruptly lodged in the vice president’s throat.

Sleeping?!

Of course, he was aware of the sleep research project at the university. While the teachers and students quietly engaged in it, he had never opposed it.

But now, researching right under the president’s nose was not a good idea!

Wasn’t this walking into a minefield?

Who didn’t know that the IUHP had spent so many years trying to eliminate sleep from this planet…

Feeling guilty, the vice president wanted to scroll back, but he heard Song Lingyuan command coldly:

“Click on it.”

Reluctantly, he steeled himself and hurriedly entered the livestream.

A streamer PK match appeared before them.

On the left was the sleeping streamer, with background music explaining a parabolic equation.

The streamer’s head was buried in the crook of his arm, wrapped in a white shirt, resting on an open math textbook. His entire face was hidden, revealing only a tousled mane of black short hair.

On the right, a jaded athlete sat on the floor clutching a basketball, panting heavily.

“Uh, this is…”

The vice president scrolled the comments forward, struggling to find direction. “The comments say this streamer is… performing sleep during a math class.”

“Is this… compliant? I’ll go talk to the streaming platform…”

But Song Lingyuan pressed down on his hand as he reached for his phone, trying to retract it urgently.

With a light tap through his glove, he pointed to the viewer count displayed on the left livestream.

39.

The vice president immediately understood!

Only a few dozen viewers; it wouldn’t have much impact, not a big problem!

“Hahaha, Professor Song, you’re magnanimous, not getting worked up over these trivial antics of the students. These students are just playing around with their livestreams; it won’t cause any waves!”

Song Lingyuan didn’t respond.

He couldn’t be bothered to explain to fools.

Staying completely still and burying his head in sleep would only make more people aware of the wastefulness of sleeping.

In fact, it would benefit the association.

As the PK time reached its final second, the basketball streamer on the right won. Just as Song Lingyuan prepared to wave away the phone that was dangerously close to his face, suddenly, the sleeping streamer’s shoulders trembled.

It was as if a hibernating bear shook off the snow when waking up.

First, a pair of dazed yet innocent eyes emerged, followed by his entire face as he stretched toward the camera, a lazy smile curving at the corners of his mouth, just the right degree of charm:

“The 90-minute deep sleep performance has ended!”

“When people used to wake up, they would usually do this stretching motion, known as yawning!”

As Song Lingyuan lifted his finger, it fell back down.

Upon meeting the streamer’s eyes and seeing the glimmering hint of blush at the corners, he instantly recalled.

This was the student who had bumped into him in the hallway, tears brimming in his eyes as he glared at him.

His sleeping makeup was indeed quite convincing, he thought silently. His eyes were red and wet, matching the physiological reactions of someone waking up.

However, in his life, he had always despised those who would easily cry in front of him.

[Ahhhh, finally awake!]

[Lost, what a pity. If the streamer hadn’t been sleeping, he wouldn’t have lost to that thing.]

[I don’t understand what the streamer was thinking, sleeping during such high traffic.]

[Mind your own business about the pretty streamer.]

Luo Yu seemed to ignore the critical comments in the chat, contentedly reading out the nicknames of the remaining viewers in the livestream one by one.

Finishing, his eyes sparkled like stars as he tilted his head toward the camera:

“Thank you to all the darlings who watched my performance; I’m so touched that you’re still here! The fake sleeping performance is an important part of our sleep research, so I had to complete this segment. I apologize for bringing you a bad experience.”

[The performance is fine, but can the streamer show his face next time?]

“Sure, next time I perform, I’ll try to face the camera.”

Luo Yu held his palm-sized face in his hands, his shy smile looking particularly bashful:

“Darlings, you can log off or exit next time; just come back after I finish performing. If you don’t like it, then don’t wait for me, silly.”

Song Lingyuan watched the livestream expressionlessly when he suddenly caught sight of a comment:

[The little wife’s face is all flushed from sleeping, kiss kiss]

He couldn’t help but glance again at Luo Yu’s face.

From the moment Luo Yu raised his head, he noticed that his originally smooth, fair forehead and side profile were now marked with distinct red impressions from where he had rested his face, patch after patch.

Like roses imprinted on a porcelain cup.

Song Lingyuan’s gaze swept over those red marks as he held the white porcelain teacup with rose patterns beside him.

His fingertip rubbed firmly against the wall of the cup.

“Um, Professor Song, should we continue watching?”

The vice president nervously observed Song Lingyuan’s expression, fearing that this student might say something to upset him!

He completely forgot that it was he who had initially suggested the livestream!

“Just some small antics, not many people are watching. Let the students have their fun, haha—”

But as soon as he finished speaking, his smile suddenly froze on his face!

Why did the viewer count suddenly multiply?!

What had just been in the double digits surged into the hundreds in an instant, and in just a few minutes, it climbed into the top ten of the [College Student Channel] rankings!

He panicked and looked over at Song Lingyuan, seeing the big shot silent and feeling increasingly at a loss.

“This… this influence…”

But Song Lingyuan did not respond.

After a long moment, he finally unwillingly averted his gaze, glancing coldly at him:

“If there are any negative effects, the IUHP will handle it; the school doesn’t need to intervene.”

“Yes, yes, yes…”

As long as he wouldn’t be held jointly responsible, that was fine!

Song Lingyuan withdrew his gaze. “Alright, shut it down.”

“Okay, okay!” The vice president held his phone, sweating profusely as he stumbled away.

Once he left, Song Lingyuan slowly took out his own phone, his face cold as he downloaded the “Xingyao” livestreaming platform.

Whether this kind of livestream would cause negative effects would require his long-term monitoring.

……

Inside Luo Yu’s livestream room.

The long PK match had ended, and at the moment it finished, Sapo had managed to keep 99 viewers while Luo Yu was left with only 39.

Seeing the victory screen pop up, Sapo was overjoyed!

His efforts of shooting basketballs for an hour and a half had paid off!

“You lost, little brother!” Sapo resurrected on the spot, spinning the ball on his fingertip triumphantly, “The punishment is—give me your contact information!”

[Not allowed! I won’t permit this marriage!]

[Don’t steal my wife!]

[I think it’s fine to give it, but the punishment should be for all the viewers to enjoy! So I must also get a copy.]

[Alright, then give me a copy too.]

[Also give me one +1.]

“Okay, okay, today was my poor performance, I’ll give it all.”

Luo Yu smiled indulgently and lowered his head to operate on his phone.

With everyone eagerly anticipating, suddenly, two electronic pop-ups appeared above Luo Yu’s head, each displaying a string of numbers.

Luo Yu blinked:

“The first string is my ‘Xingyao’ ID; if you want to contact me, you can send a private message directly. The newly created fan group ID is also on the screen, no entrance requirements, everyone is welcome to join.”

Sapo:…

Who wants the Xingyao ID?!

You can see that directly by clicking on the streamer’s avatar, okay?!

[Okay, okay, joined the group.]

[I have a new home now.]

[The neighboring streamer is going to be furious, haha.]

Sapo was dizzy with anger but couldn’t argue back, and he slammed the basketball he held onto the ground.

Cursing, he added himself to Luo Yu’s fan group.

[So many people in the group; if I contribute, can I join the advanced fan group? I want special benefits, hehe.]

With that, someone tossed in a dollar’s worth of [Starch Sausage].

Immediately after, someone else followed up with ten dollars’ worth of [Grilled Cold Noodles].

Gifts on the “Xingyao” platform were all food items, and giving gifts was also known as feeding.

“Alright, then I’ll create another one.”

Luo Yu hadn’t originally planned to guide everyone to send gifts, after all, during the two-hour livestream, he had spent an hour and a half sleeping, which was not friendly to the audience.

But since someone brought it up, he created a low-threshold group where people could join by sending gifts.

In an instant, countless [Starch Sausages] came flying at him.

As a newly started streamer, user engagement wasn’t high, and the gifts he received were generally quite cheap.

Luo Yu didn’t mind; receiving any money was already an unexpected gain, and he couldn’t help but laugh: “Alright, alright, don’t throw anymore; the streamer is going to be stuffed!”

The white reminders for the starch sausages gradually faded away.

Suddenly, a large red message [“S” has fed you a bottle of vintage red wine] covered all the other texts!

Luo Yu was taken aback for a moment and opened the gift bar.

A bottle of vintage red wine actually cost 9,999 yuan.

“Big spender S!”

Luo Yu shook his head in disbelief.

It was rare to encounter such a generous patron on his first stream.

Having just woken up well-rested and in a great mood, he blinked and playfully blew a kiss at the camera: “Thank you to this generous S boss!”

——Meanwhile, in the secret meeting room on the third floor.

The break time during the meeting had arrived, and Song Lingyuan turned off his phone screen, scanning the room coldly.

The professors, receiving his glance, hurriedly took their seats.

Just as Song Lingyuan lifted his hand to remove his headphones, a clear, soft sound suddenly rang out from inside—

“mua~”

Two seconds later, he suddenly realized what the sound was, his finger pausing abruptly!

The headphones were just a few centimeters from his ear, and he could still hear the lingering sound of the streamer’s slightly naïve laughter: “Thank you to this generous S boss.”

“President Song? Can we start now?”

The vice president sitting beside him cautiously stretched his neck to see why the big shot seemed suddenly stunned.

Song Lingyuan finally snapped back to his senses, pursing his lips slightly, feeling inexplicably annoyed.

He took off his headphones and tossed them aside with a “thud,” irritably raising his finger to signal the start of the meeting.

To monitor the impact of the sleeping livestream more conveniently, he had just casually sent a gift and joined the streamer’s advanced fan group.

Was it really necessary to kiss in front of so many online viewers for less than ten thousand yuan?