: Mindset is the Most Important Thing in Live Streaming

Pushing open the villa door, Qin Ya collapsed onto the sofa.

She was holding a cushion in her arms, and when she heard the noise, she immediately poked her head out from behind the sofa.

"You're back?" Qin Ya asked with a mischievous smile. "Did you have fun?"

Qin Lu bent down to change her shoes, her voice deliberately calm: "Hmm, have you had dinner?"

"I've eaten. Xinran ordered takeout for me." Qin Ya pouted. "Have you guys eaten?"

"I grabbed a quick bite at the service area," Yu Heng replied, changing his shoes as he came in. "How was the broadcast today? Did you slack off?"

"Do you think I'm that kind of person?" Qin Ya rolled her eyes. "Three hours, not a minute less!"

Yu Heng went to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water, unscrewed it, and took a sip.

Just then, Bai Xinran's door opened, and she came out in slippers, looking listless.

"Why did you end the broadcast so early?" Yu Heng glanced at the time; it wasn't even eight o'clock yet.

Bai Xinran walked into the living room and sat down at the other end of the sofa: "I'm too angry to continue broadcasting."

"What's wrong?" Yu Heng raised an eyebrow.

Bai Xinran sighed, her brows furrowed: "A bunch of random people have entered the live stream. Their IDs are all jumbled up, they say really nasty things, they don't even watch the stream properly, they just stir up trouble and spam disgusting comments, ruining the atmosphere of the live stream. The moderators can't even keep up with banning them all, and many people who are watching the stream normally have been ruined by them."

Qin Ya chimed in from the side, "A few crazy people occasionally come to my live stream, but not that many."

Yu Heng listened and realized that he was still affected by what happened last time.

While live-streaming DIY isn't exactly unusual, and there are even instances of virtual YouTubers using dual cameras, it's still quite rare for their audience.

"It's quite annoying to encounter this kind of situation," Yu Heng said, "but there's no need to get so angry."

"People who watch live streams, especially those who spend a lot of time in the live stream room, can be roughly divided into two types. The first type is ordinary people, that is, normal people. This is the majority. They have real lives to be busy with, work, study, and family. Watching live streams is just a pastime for them in their spare time. They might be tired after get off work, turn on the live stream to listen to the sound, or use it as background noise. They are too lazy to even send comments. If they see a streamer they like or encounter an interesting topic, they might interact for a bit, and if they are happy, they might casually send some gifts. The specific amount depends on their financial resources. If these people encounter something they don't like, they will just swipe their finger and leave."

Bai Xinran nodded. Most of her regular viewers and captains in her live stream were indeed like that; the atmosphere was harmonious, and they consumed rationally.

"The second type is those whose lives are relatively empty. They need constant stimulation to fill their boring lives. These people are usually very aggressive. They may be dissatisfied in reality, so they go online to seek a sense of existence. They speak rudely and take pleasure in disgusting people, arguing, and ruining the atmosphere. These are the hypocrites."

Qin Ya chimed in, "Yes! That kind!"

"Although these people are a minority, they exist on every platform. Just block them directly. They usually won't bother you. If they can't stay in this live stream, they'll immediately switch to another one. Their attention is very scattered, so they're not worth your trouble."

Bai Xinran bit her lower lip: "But the ones who came today didn't seem to be like that at all, haha, they seemed particularly patient..."

"That's the very few special cases in the second category, and also the most troublesome—the seemingly normal social trash."

"These kinds of people may come from all walks of life, and may even have received a good education, have a respectable job, and come from privileged backgrounds. But the problem is that their understanding of society is built on their own set of logic. You can't reason with them. These people are biased and extreme, and they are immersed in their own world. On the internet, these traits are amplified. If you just block them, they may even create a new account and come back to harass you even more. They may even post malicious comments in your video comment section and deliberately seek out malicious comments to echo."

"What's the point of them doing this?" Bai Xinran asked, puzzled.

"Because the more insecure and incompetent a person is, the more they need a sense of recognition. This kind of behavior of refuting and belittling others will make them feel superior."

"What should we do then?" Her voice was a little hoarse.

If that's the case, wouldn't it never end?

Yu Heng screwed the cap off the mineral water bottle and leaned back into the sofa.

"There's nothing you can do about it, you can only treat it like stepping in dog poop." He said calmly, "Block him if you need to, or curse him if you need to, but there's no need to get yourself angry, after all, you can't reach your fist through the internet cable from his screen."

Bai Xinran curled up at the other end of the sofa, hugging her knees and frowning.

"So mindset is very important," Yu Heng continued. "You don't need to get emotional because of this kind of person. The internet mixes people from different social classes and backgrounds who are basically impossible to meet in real life. You can find all kinds of people on the internet."

"Your live streaming isn't just a hobby anymore, it's your job." Yu Heng looked at Bai Xinran. "What's the purpose of a job? To make money. Once you've made the money, no matter how much he jumps around, how much he criticizes and slanders you, he's still just a clown."

Bai Xinran curled her lip: "But many of these are high-level users, with dozens of levels of brand recognition. They're much richer than me."

Yu Heng smiled and said, "If one's virtue does not match one's position, one will inevitably fail sooner or later. Don't look at those things; just focus on making the money you can earn."

"What if they keep coming?" Bai Xinran looked up, "and they come in different numbers."

"Then keep banning them." Yu Heng said decisively, "Banning and blocking are the powers given to you by the platform, so why not use them? Ban them until they get bored and naturally go find someone else. These kinds of people are essentially looking for attention. The more you pay attention to them, the more energetic they become. If you ignore them, they'll lose interest. Besides, there aren't many of these kinds of people. One in a hundred is considered a lot. There's no need to get angry at them. If you ignore them and reply to other people's comments in the live stream normally, the atmosphere will still be harmonious. These kinds of people will get bored after a few of their chatter and leave on their own."

Bai Xinran nodded, rested her chin on her knees, and mumbled an "Okay."

Seeing that Yu Heng's livestreaming training was over, Qin Lu turned to Qin Ya and said, "Let's go home."

"Okay, okay." Qin Ya got up from the sofa, stretched, and said, "Brother, shall we go?"

"Drive slowly." Yu Heng stood in the entryway, watching the mother and daughter change their shoes.

Qin Lu put on her shoes and glanced at Yu Heng as she stood up.

His eyes held a complex expression, but he didn't say anything. He simply nodded, opened the door, and led Qin Ya out.

The door closed.

The villa fell silent. Yu Heng turned and walked back to the living room.

Bai Xinran was still sitting in the same spot on the sofa, her posture unchanged, curled up in a ball.

Yu Heng walked over and sat down next to her.

The sofa sank down.

He didn't say anything, but simply reached out and ruffled her hair twice.

"Are you still angry?" he asked.

Bai Xinran shook her head, her hair brushing against his palm.

"I'm out of breath," she said, her voice still a little weak. "I'm just a little tired."

Yu Heng's hand slid down from the top of her head and stopped at the back of her neck, giving it a light squeeze.

"Take a break if you're tired," he said. "It's okay if we can't broadcast today; missing a day is fine."

"Um……"

"I'm here. If you're upset, just say it. It's okay to cry."