Chapter 201: Let Fans Decide the Next Livestream (Request Support)

Qin Yun's words left the live stream viewers momentarily stunned, then they quickly understood, and the comment section erupted in excitement.

"My god, is Qin Ye letting us decide the location and content of the next live stream?"

"Wahahaha, hurry up, where's the vote? I'm voting!"

"OMG, thank god I know Chinese, or I'd have missed this."

"Qin Ye, your guts are getting bigger, hehe, make sure you pick the hardest one."

Qin Yun, editing the text exactly as shown on the system panel, smiled as he read these comments: "You guys better go easy on me—pick something simple, or I'll spend the New Year trembling in fear."

The viewers naturally wouldn't follow his wishes; the comment section was pure comedy.

After finalizing all the voting options, Qin Yun double-checked them, confirmed there were no errors, and clicked "Add." Instantly, the previously empty left screen displayed a transparent voting area with ten clear options visible to every viewer in the live stream.

One: Southern Alps, Wilderness Survival

Two: Open Ocean, Simulated Plane Crash Survivor, Air Disaster Survival

Three: Norwegian Cliff Coast, BASE jumping, unprotected cliff climbing

Four: Siberian Primeval Forest, Extreme Cold Survival

Five: African Savanna, Savanna Cross-Country Survival

Six: Taklamakan Desert, Foot Travel Cross-Desert Survival

Seven: Uninhabited Tropical Desert Island, Island Survival

Eight: Caribbean Sea, Free Diving, Underwater Treasure Hunting

Nine: Thousand-Meter Canyon, High-Altitude Slackline Walking

Ten: Water Broadcast

"There are ten options total—choose freely. Personally, I lean toward option ten: just chat casually, no constant fighting and killing, isn't it nicer to be harmonious?"

Qin Yun checked the backend viewer count: in less than ten minutes, the number had already surged toward one million. His current fanbase made this level of concurrent viewers perfectly normal—even the system required five million as a baseline.

"Wow, Qin Ye gave us a full nine choices—from ocean to savanna, savanna to canyon, canyon to desert, desert to island—everything's covered!"

"Yeah, all nine of these seem incredibly interesting."

"Nine is the ultimate number—Qin Ye really knows his stuff."

"…"

Damn, these people are ridiculous—they're blatantly ignoring option ten and going out of their way to give him hell.

Shaking his head, he added a lucky bag in the top-left corner, setting six of them—one every ten minutes, each containing one million diamonds (I'm making this up—I know the cap is 10,000)—and only ten people could grab each, with random values.

"I've set up lucky bags—feel free to click if you're interested."

Qin Yun said it offhandedly.

"So many people—what's the point of lucky bags? Even if you split it, everyone gets nothing."

"Exactly, Qin Ye, be more generous."

"Holy shit, one million diamonds? Damn, Qin Ye is really generous."

"Holy crap, only ten people, random—clicking, clicking, clicking!"

"Qin Ye really knows how to give us heart palpitations—even grabbing a lucky bag is this intense."

"For Qin Ye, it's just a drop in the bucket."

Qin Yun's voting interface displayed real-time data changes—in less than a minute, over fifty thousand people had voted. Clearly, everyone craved novelty; previous similar livestreams, like Southern Alps wilderness survival, had drawn only a handful of votes.

Among the ten options, numbers two, three, five, eight, and nine had the most votes, nearly accounting for ninety percent.

"Everyone vote for nine—I want to see Qin Ye walking the slackline at a thousand meters. That's insane!"

"I think eight is better—Caribbean Sea, free diving plus treasure hunting—just imagining it sounds fun."

"One has protection, so it's boring; the other's just diving—you're rewarding Qin Ye for playing around. I say Norwegian cliff coast: BASE jumping plus unprotected cliff climbing."

Each option had its fans, and the debate went on endlessly—no one could convince anyone else.

But for Qin Yun, he only cared about the final result. Probability was what it was: with fifty thousand votes distributed like this, five million would likely be nearly identical. So the outcome would almost certainly come from these five: two, three, five, eight, nine.

"Qin Ye, if you've decided on the livestream, when will you air it? Set a date?"

Seeing this comment, Qin Yun thought for a moment and replied: "Someone asked about the air date—it's definitely impossible before or around the New Year. I just returned from a wilderness survival show and plan to spend more time with my mom before the holiday, visiting relatives during the festival. So it'll most likely be after Lantern Festival, but definitely scheduled for March."

"Damn, it's barely late February—still a week until New Year—and you're just slacking off that long?"

"Other outdoor streamers want to broadcast daily—you're the opposite, broadcasting once and resting for months. By the way, this wilderness survival doesn't count—you last streamed on the Xinjiang route, which was two months ago."

"Even the donkey in the commune, seeing Qin Yun's work-rest schedule, would get up and work harder."

"Exactly, exactly."

Qin Yun's eyes lit up—the username before the comment "Exactly, exactly" was clearly Chen He.

"Holy shit, He Ge, aren't you supposed to be filming your show? Why are you here stirring up trouble? Any sense of public decency?"

Chen He: "Hahaha, just passing by for some fun. I'm off, I'm off."

Qin Yun's current fame has surpassed many celebrities, but he's still just a streamer—so despite his massive fanbase, his foundation isn't as solid as a celebrity's, since all backend fan numbers are virtual.

Yet among those who follow him, there are indeed many celebrities—even top-tier stars, both male and female—and several he genuinely likes.

Still, he's wary of the entertainment circle; unless they reach out to him first, he never approaches them, maintaining a polite, distant rapport. As the saying goes: distance creates beauty. Not knowing someone lets your admiration endure.

Once you know them, maybe you stop liking them.

"Holy shit, I got one! Damn, this number is terrifying."

"Bro, how much did you get?"

"Quick, post a screenshot—the comments now allow screenshots."

"Damn, I got one too—but only a thousand diamonds. Qin Ye, pay me back my one million."

"Hahaha, I got over four hundred thousand diamonds—holy crap, forty thousand! I'm rich, thanks Qin Ye."

Damn, insane numbers.

Brother Qin, hurry up, new lucky bag, I want one too.

Qin Yun smiled: "Alright, putting it up right away, right away."

The lucky bag was just a minor side event, a small perk to reward his fans; the most important thing was still the vote. As time passed, the number of online viewers kept rising, and so did the number of voters—by now, the vote count had surpassed eight hundred thousand, and the results remained unchanged: options two, three, five, eight, and nine still held the top five spots. Among them, option two—Simulated Air Crash Survivor—had the most votes, with three hundred thousand people choosing it out of eight hundred thousand.

At this voting trend, the final result would almost certainly be this.

"Brother Qin, you're famous now, even CCTV News covered you. Has the entertainment industry approached you to appear on shows or act in films?"

"No." Qin Yun shook his head. "I'm just an ordinary guy. Why would they come to me? I don't have any buzz."

"Hehe, Brother Qin really doesn't know himself at all."

"Look at those influencers with millions of followers—each one's starring in movies. Aren't you better than them?"

"Exactly. Why don't you debut? The money in entertainment is way easier to make than what you're earning now."

Qin Yun laughed helplessly: "Don't encourage me. If I really quit streaming and go into acting, you all go settle accounts with these guys here."

Interaction was just joking around, casually answering netizens' questions—don't take it too lightly.

At that moment, a verified blue-check account appeared in the comments.

Hunan Satellite TV: "Brother Qin, we already reached out to you, but a girl turned you down."

Zhejiang Satellite TV: "Us too."

Tomato Satellite TV: "Same here."

Seeing the sudden appearance of these official blue-check accounts, Qin Yun remained calm, but the netizens exploded.

"Damn, Brother Qin just missed out on hundreds of millions."

"Could that girl be Brother Qin's girlfriend?"

"Women ruin nations! Brother Qin, look at this!"

Qin Yun laughed helplessly: "Thank you to all the TV stations for your kindness. Since my girlfriend refused, that means I refused. Sorry."

He didn't claim ignorance or make excuses—he directly said his girlfriend's opinion was his opinion, making everyone deeply envious.

"Done. Brother Qin is hopelessly drowning in the stench of love."

"Uh… haven't you all seen Brother Qin's girlfriend? If she were mine, I'd be hooked too."

"If I had a girlfriend like that, I'd agree with whatever she said."

Hunan Satellite TV: "Our invitation to Brother Qin remains open indefinitely. If you ever change your mind, please let us know."

Zhejiang Satellite TV, Tomato Satellite TV: "Same here!"

Qin Yun thanked them and changed the subject.

As time passed, the number of online viewers kept growing, and so did the number of voters. Such a massive live-stream audience made some streamers green with envy. Damn, this is all money! Such huge traffic—and he won't even enable tipping? He doesn't want the cash? Fine, give it to me then.

They were all watching Qin Yun's next live-stream time, determined to avoid it.

The entire traffic pool was limited. When Qin Yun went live, everyone would inevitably flood to him—if anyone else streamed at the same time, they wouldn't even know how they died.

So even some million-follower big streamers weren't bold enough to risk it.

After six consecutive lucky bags, an hour slipped by unnoticed, and the vote count neared five million.

The results were no surprise: option two—Oceanic Open Sea, Simulated Air Crash Survivor, Air Disaster Survival—led by a huge margin. A full two million seven hundred thousand people had voted for it, meaning the theme of the next live-stream was essentially locked in.

The instant the five-million-vote threshold was reached, the system's alert sounded.

【Check-in task completed. Reward received: +1 Hot Weapon Skill】

【Hot Weapon Skill LV1: Truth in hand, the world is mine. Who else?】

"What?"

Qin Yun was stunned. Holy shit, what kind of skill is this? Am I still in China? They give me this?

In an instant, countless details about handguns, rifles, submachine guns, sniper rifles, light and heavy machine guns—their internal structures, ballistics, and battlefield applications—flooded into his mind.

In just a few minutes, he not only mastered the use of all hot weapons but also learned every combat tactic: rapid room-clearing in close-quarters urban warfare, medium-range suppressive fire, long-range precision elimination. He knew how to swiftly switch weapons and allocate ammunition types to maximize lethality against lethal targets, how to instantly correct bullet trajectory based on distance, wind direction, and humidity—point and shoot, dead accurate…

The absurdity of it made him want to grab a gun right now and start spraying.

He shook his head, suppressing his turbulent emotions, and spoke to the live stream: "It's getting late. We'll go with everyone's choice for the next live-stream theme. Once I'm ready, I'll post a preview on Douyin and Weibo. Goodbye."

Back home, his two best friends were still chatting animatedly, as if they had endless things to say.

"Son, I just set a time with Xiao Su—we'll go over on the twenty-ninth of the lunar month. Don't drive; just take a flight. Then on the fifth of the new year, you and Xiao Su come back. I'll book a hotel and gather the family for a reunion. What do you think?"

Qin Yun rubbed his nose, glanced at Su Huan, and nodded: "I'm fine with whatever you decide."