Produce 101 Live Stream Novels & Stories

The Geneva broadcast room was silent except for the hum of servers and the ticking of a large analog clock on the far wall. Sophie sat before the camera in a navy blazer, hair slicked into a low bun, lips bare, eyes lined with sleep-deprived steel. “Stream is live in 30 seconds,” the tech director called. Rachel adjusted the lighting. Camellia hovered near the tablet with backup feeds on standby. Alexander stood just outside the frame, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Sophie exhaled slowly. “Let’s begin,” she said. The Phoenix livestream activated across three continents.

The production team had clearly done it to mislead viewers. Every one of them would answer for this. The livestream cut off instantly, and the comment section erupted. ConstantCultivator: [What the hell, what the hell, what the hell?! It cuts now?! Production team, are you even human?!] TearsFromtheCornerofMyMouth: [What is it that I, a premium SVIP, am not allowed to see? I'll top up another hundred grand right now! Turn the camera back on!!] ShortDramasAreBetter: [So intense… I love this… Wiping nosebleed]

Jasmine The camera on my phone didn’t shake. I held it perfectly steady, watching the little red ‘LIVE’ icon blink. Thanks to the master access credentials I’d quietly retained after helping design parts of Sterling Media’s shareholder communications network years ago, this wasn’t just going to my private socials. The feed was streaming directly onto Sterling Media’s global shareholder platform and the massive screen inside the headquarters, where their late-night investor presentation was currently happening. It was perfect timing. The grunts, groans, and wet, slick sex noises from the room suddenly stopped.

When Bernard Talbot, the zoo director, finally tracked me down, I was focused on holding up my phone and live-streaming. The comments on the screen were scrolling past at lightning speed. "Holy shit! A livestream of someone falling into the tiger enclosure? Dude, you're a legend!" "How did that kid fall in? Poor thing!" "Why is he just filming instead of helping? Where's the rescue team?" "Keep it steady, man! Sending you a galaxy right now! This exclusive angle is insane!"

"You cold-blooded mutt! Get out of the livestreaming scene!" I sat in front of the camera and remained silent for 30 seconds. The comments began to slow down. Just as one million people assumed that I was going to turn off the livestream without saying a single word, I spoke.

At that exact moment, a livestream had already started online. The headline read, [Disgraced Specialist Theo Reid Backs Down, Live Consultation Now Streaming]. With Foster Enterprises boosting the story behind the scenes, and yesterday's outrage still fresh, people online had been looking for somewhere to unload. Less than ten minutes after the livestream started, more than a million viewers had poured in. The chat moved so fast it was impossible to keep up. [This piece of trash finally backed down. For once, money did something useful!]

“I’m defending the truth.” Collins raised a finger. “One minute.” Vanessa inhaled slowly. Her pulse quickened. Alexander leaned closer. “No matter what happens tonight…” She looked at him. “We face it together.” Vanessa smiled. “Together.” Collins counted down. “Ten seconds.” The camera light flickered on. Vanessa looked directly into the lens. The livestream began. At first, only a few viewers joined. Then the numbers skyrocketed. Thousands. Tens of thousands. Within seconds, hundreds of thousands of people were watching.

Dad belittled me on the live stream, twisting everything to make himself look right. His hypocrisy left me reeling. Ever since I realized that everything I said and did in the apartment was being livestreamed, I stopped spending time at home. I went to school during the day and worked part-time after class. I'd rather sit outside my apartment building, reading under the dim yellow light, than go back to that apartment full of hidden cameras. I pulled out my phone and tapped the live stream link, noticing a new post from the streamer.

The live-streaming room was drowned in cheers. Later, the performance data showed that the performance of the live broadcast that day was equivalent to the combined performance of ten top live broadcasting platforms in a year, plus the sales of Double Eleven. After the live stream ended, Frost wanted to take Bianca back to the 108th floor. However, Bianca suggested going to her place instead, as Charlie had bought a house for Lily, and Lily had already moved in.

It was only after some time that she realized what he said. She frowned slightly and looked puzzled. "How did you know?" She had only just entered her room. It was strange for Branden to call her immediately. It was if he had installed surveillance on her. Hearing the confusion in her voice, Branden was a little shocked too. He asked, "Didn't you know that the show is being streamed live for its entirety? " That was why the crew had come the night before to set up their equipment. They had been preparing to stream the entire show live. It was far more difficult to set up than recorded shows as it required a lot of adjustment of the equipment.