Produce 101 Live Stream Novels & Stories

Rachel sneered. "I'm giving you a friendly tip. If you want to make a scene, make it a big one. TV stations fear offending Lawson Global and the Lawson family, so they won't let you on their programs. But now, anyone can livestream from anywhere. You lot should give it a try." "What's live streaming?" George didn't even complete primary school, so he didn't understand live streaming. "Ask someone else if you want to know what it is! If you're going ahead, I know some people who can drive traffic to your livestream!"

The rain came hard and fast that night, turning the streets of Garden Metro into slick ribbons of neon and shadow. From the balcony of the Vale estate’s operations room, Elara watched the storm with unblinking eyes. She wasn’t afraid of it. She was about to create one. Splice was hunched over three monitors, her fingers a blur across the keys. “We’re live in sixty seconds. All public channels—streaming platforms, dark web drops, even the city’s old emergency broadcast system. Once this goes out, it can’t be taken back.”

"Bridget, I know I was wrong. I swear I'll have nothing more to do with Tammy. Please don't be angry. Come back to me, please. "I miss you so much. Life without you has been unbearable. I was going to propose, remember? How could you leave without saying a word? "What unit are you in? None of the military districts will let me through. Can't you speak to someone and help me get in?" … Drew's apologies grew more desperate with each passing day. One day, my phone rang. Without thinking, I picked it up. "Thank God! You finally answered! Bridget, is that you?" Drew's voice was a mix of exhaustion and relief.

And Leah, at this moment, was chatting happily with a somewhat faded idol, showing no signs of being affected. Emily looked at Wood. "Producer Wood, didn't you say we were going to line up some popular celebrities to join Leah's livestream? Why haven't we heard anything?" Wood's expression tightened slightly. "They can't make it." Can't make it?! Emily's heart sank. Does this mean Leah's livestream today is a complete failure?! She lowered her head, biting her lip lightly, staring at Leah's livestream platform with a hint of daze. So unwilling... Just then.

"That's why there's no reason to rush—I'll arrange a man to get ready, and we will be sending Raymond to hell tonight!" "Yes! Yes!" Jacob was beside himself with excitement even as he sighed in awe, "Damn. If only I could see it live! But he'd definitely pick up on it if I showed up since he knows my face." "What? That's not a problem at all," Zachary chuckled. "I'll have my boy stream it live." "As in a livestream?" Jacob exclaimed in surprise. "Won't that be even more suspicious?" "No, chief," Zachary smiled, shaking his head. "I meant the type of streaming equipment that he'd never find no matter how good he is. Take your own phone for example—there's a pinhole you use to open the SIM car

“What? You don’t know about that? SnapTok, the live streaming platform under Golden Scale Corporation. It’s the top five most popular apps in the country.” Cyan shot a contemptuous gaze at Kaze. To prevent him from asking anything crazy and disturbing her conversation with Wesley, she got up and snatched Kaze’s phone to download the app for him. “Cyan, don’t waste time with that useless bastard. You can go live now. I’m ready. You can just tell him to go home.” Wesley sounded impatient on the call. “My dad invited him here, I can’t just tell him to leave.” Cyan prepared her live stream on her phone as she tossed Kaze’s phone back to him.

**[Saint Emperor VIP Jenkins has sent two meteor showers in Harmony Clinic’s livestream, and 100 Star Rivers will be randomly dropped in the stream! **[I Love You: Oh my God! 100 Star Rivers!]** **[Night Eleven: One meteor shower costs 5,000. Three of them would be 15,000, right?]** **[Trying to Get Ashore: Shh, don’t speak, Mr. Jenkins is still sending!]** **[I Want to Be Single: Does pretty girl’s fan’s face hurt?]** In addition to providing substantial income for the streamer, meteor showers also gave the live stream a full-platform broadcast. This meant that anyone who entered the platform could see Harmony Clinic’s livestream!

There had only been a measly few hundred views for the past half an hour since it started. The Panda Foundation did actually attempt to promote this livestream. However, the entire media network was dominated by the news of Nathan and Tehilla's affairs, vastly overshadowing the Panda Foundation's puny advertising efforts. Before Rex managed to figure out what was going on, Nathan had begun his live broadcasting to show off his sweet relationship. Soon enough, the fans logged in. With the pop up feature available on the live streaming application, the screen was swarmed with comments showing disbelief:

"Where is the promised freedom to broadcast? The promised righteousness of the world? The promise of freedom to broadcast and bringing relationships closer is pure f*cking bullsh*t!" "SwitchTV, you are just like those bugs who bully the weak and are afraid of the strong - no backbone!" Michelle was furious. Even though there was wonderful content in front of her, she could not stream it live. She looked at her live room and noticed countless fans asking questions. "Michelle, what's going on? What about the promised overnight live broadcast? How did it go offline?" "I still want to see the thighs of Homan Technology’s boss. Why can’t I see them now?"

“He left the territory early this morning to begin filming with the cameras. It’s being streamed live to the city as we speak.” My fingers freeze instantly over the keyboard. My eyes look up, a shadow of pure disbelief flickering in my gaze as I stare at Myles. Wordlessly, Myles pulls out his device, launches the live stream feed, and places it gently on the wooden desk right in front of my hands. My eyes glance down at the screen. My expression darkens to pure coal. “Cruel rogue,” I grumble under my breath.