Little Female Demon

Yu Heng was still a little dazed when he returned from the hospital.

I didn't sleep well last night, and now my eyelids are drooping.

He slumped onto the sofa and took a nap.

When I woke up again, it was already 2:30 in the afternoon.

Qin Lu said she would bring Qin Ya over at three o'clock.

"Damn it, being a boss isn't easy..." he muttered, rubbing his temples.

Employees need care when they are sick, and new employees need training when they join the company.

This is even more tiring than going to work.

The key issue is that there's no fixed salary yet; it all depends on profit sharing.

Yu Heng got up from the sofa and went into Bai Xinran's room.

The equipment she used for her live stream last night was still on the table: a sound card, microphone, camera...

He needs to prepare another set.

Fortunately, I bought an extra set of spare equipment when I built the computer, just in case Bai Xinran's set had problems.

This is exactly what came in handy.

He moved the equipment to the living room, plugged it in, and turned on the computer.

First, you need to find a leather case.

Free leather case.

These days, free virtual YouTuber suits are incredibly rare.

The quality varies greatly, as it's just a few content creators who make and share these videos out of pure passion.

Yu Heng spent a long time browsing Bilibili and several open-source communities before finally finding a few that were still watchable.

He picked one out and chose the one that looked relatively youthful.

She had pink hair, pigtails, big eyes, and a bit of baby fat. She was wearing a black gothic tutu.

"Tsk, this aesthetic..." Yu Heng curled his lip.

Okay, I'll make do with this.

It's better than nothing.

At least she has a bit of that "little devil" vibe.

While I was setting it up, the doorbell rang.

Yu Heng went over and opened the door.

Qin Lu styled her hair up in a bun today, revealing her fair neck. She looked more gentle and domestic than usual, exuding a stronger sense of wifely charm.

Qin Ya, standing next to her, was still dressed like a rebellious young woman in a black hoodie and hot pants.

The hem of the hoodie was long like a skirt, and below it were two slender, white legs, with Converse sneakers on her feet.

You're really prioritizing style over warmth! Aren't you cold?

"Counselor, Qin Ya, come in." Yu Heng stepped aside.

Qin Lu walked in and nodded slightly: "It's tidied up quite well."

"Of course, I made sure to tidy up a bit since I knew you were coming." Yu Heng grinned, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over Qin Lu's full curves as she bent over to change her shoes.

These peaches are so ripe! I bet they'll taste amazing with a bite.

"Did I disturb you?" Qin Lu asked with a smile.

"No, no, we're waiting." Yu Heng stepped aside to let them in.

Qin Ya glanced at him, pursed her lips, and didn't say anything.

"This child..." Qin Lu shook her head helplessly, "Say hello to your brother Yu Heng."

"Hello, Brother Yu Heng," Qin Ya mumbled reluctantly.

Yu Heng found it amusing.

Is this girl really such a tsundere?

"Come in and have a seat," he said, gesturing to the sofa. "I've prepared all the equipment."

Qin Lu sat down on the sofa, her trench coat flaring out, revealing a section of her calves covered in flesh-colored stockings.

Yu Heng subconsciously glanced at it a couple more times.

This woman really knows how to dress.

Qin Ya walked straight to the computer, tilted her head to look at the leather case on the screen: "This is it?"

"Hmm," Yu Heng walked over, "These are the free suits we have. Just make do with them for now. If you play well, we'll order a better one for you later."

"It's so ugly." Qin Ya pouted. "Those big eyes look like they have hyperthyroidism."

Yu Heng was taken aback by her words, then laughed: "You even know about hyperthyroidism?"

"Nonsense," Qin Ya rolled her eyes at him, "I'm not stupid."

"Fine, fine, you're not stupid." Yu Heng was too lazy to argue with her. "Let's give it a try first, mainly to see if you can adapt to live streaming."

Qin Lu stood up and walked over: "Yu Heng, is this equipment complicated?"

"It's not complicated," Yu Heng pointed to the equipment. "This is the sound card, this is the microphone, the camera is here, and I've already installed the software. You can use it as soon as you open it."

He paused, then looked at Qin Lu: "By the way, teacher, we need to register an account using your personal information."

"Mine?" Qin Lu was taken aback.

"Yes," Yu Heng nodded, "Qin Ya isn't old enough."

Qin Lu hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay."

Yu Heng took out his phone: "Please give me your ID number so I can register."

Qin Lu gave him her ID number, and Yu Heng quickly registered an account. After thinking for a long time about the nickname, he finally typed "Xiaoya is not happy today either."

"Is this name okay?" he asked Qin Ya.

"Whatever." Qin Ya pouted.

Yu Heng set up the live stream and pulled Qin Ya to sit down in front of the computer: "Come on, let me teach you some basics."

Qin Ya reluctantly sat down. The chair was a bit too high for her, and she had to stand on tiptoe to reach the ground.

Looking at her awkward expression, Yu Heng suddenly had an idea.

That height and build...

It should be quite easy to pick up?

Various positions should be acceptable.

"Look," he said, suppressing his chaotic thoughts, pointing to the screen, "this is a live streaming app. Click this to start streaming."

"Mmm," Qin Ya responded, her eyes fixed on the screen.

"When someone comes in during a live stream, you have to welcome them," Yu Heng continued. "For example, you could say, 'Welcome xxx to the live stream.'"

"And then?" Qin Ya asked.

"Then you have to take the initiative to greet them," Yu Heng said. "If they don't leave within three seconds, you have to find a topic to keep them here."

"What's the topic?" Qin Ya turned to look at him.

Yu Heng thought for a moment: "Let's just chat casually. For example, what did you eat today, what movie did you watch, or what fun games have been playing lately? Ask where they're from and how their day went."

"Oh, just awkward small talk?" Qin Ya responded, though it was unclear whether she had actually heard a word.

"Just make sure there's no awkward silence," Yu Heng patted her on the shoulder. "The worst thing about live streaming is awkward silences; if there's an awkward silence, everyone will leave."

Qin Ya stiffened for a moment, then shook off his hand: "Don't touch me."

Yu Heng raised an eyebrow. This girl has quite a temper.

"Okay, that's all," he said, withdrawing his hand. "You can try it out first."

Qin Ya stared at the screen for a few seconds, then suddenly asked, "What if someone insults me?"

"Just curse back if you want, didn't you say that?" Yu Heng shrugged. "But watch your tone, don't use too many vulgar things, or your live stream will be shut down."

Qin Ya's eyes lit up: "Can we really yell back?"

"Okay," Yu Heng nodded, "as long as it doesn't go too far."

Qin Lu frowned, "Yu Heng, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

"Don't worry, teacher," Yu Heng grinned, "the audience loves this kind of thing now. The more you criticize people, the more viewers you get."

Qin Lu nodded with some doubt.

Yu Heng helped Qin Ya adjust the microphone and camera, opened the live streaming app, and set a title: [Newcomer's Trial Broadcast! The Sharp-Tongued Little Devil is Online to Roast People!]

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Mmm," Qin Ya responded, her voice a little tense, but her eyes showing a hint of eagerness.

"Let's begin then."

Yu Heng clicked "Start streaming".

The pink-haired gothic lolita costume on the screen started to move, swaying slightly in sync with Qin Ya's movements.

One minute after the broadcast started, there was 1 viewer online.

It was Yu Heng himself.

He took out his phone, entered the live stream, and sent a comment: "Newbie? So cute!"

Qin Ya stared at the screen, pursed her lips, and whispered, "Welcome...welcome Brother Yu Heng."

The voice is quite soft, but a bit stiff.

Yu Heng then asked, "How old is the anchor?"

Qin Ya paused for a moment and looked at Yu Heng.

Yu Heng mouthed, "Make it up."

"Ten...eighteen," Qin Ya said.

"Live streaming at eighteen? Don't you go to school?" Yu Heng continued to send comments.

Qin Ya bit her lip, then suddenly her eyes lit up, and she said into the microphone, "None of your business."

Yu Heng: "..."