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She whispered to her reflection, “He doesn’t own the narrative anymore.” Behind her, Adrian adjusted the camera settings. “You don’t have to be perfect,” he said quietly. “You just have to be real.” Luna met his eyes in the mirror. “That’s the easy part now.” Celeste’s voice echoed from the intercom. “Luna, when you’re ready, say the word. We’re syncing live across twelve networks.” Luna inhaled deeply. “Let’s do this.” The broadcast opened with no music, no theatrics. Just Luna Reyes, raw, unfiltered, sitting against a white backdrop.

Before the livestream even began, millions of viewers had already flooded into the broadcast. Zayn secretly rejoiced at how the situation benefitted him! The livestream platform was owned by Starlight Entertainment. Zayn told the IT department to expand their servers. Before the livestream officially began, Cyrus walked into the room with two plates of feces—they looked so disgusting that the system blurred them out on the broadcast. Abigail and Ellie unwillingly sat in front of the camera as they gagged. Viewers continued to surge into the livestream. Soon, the numbers surpassed 20 million.

“Josh genuinely loves Annabeth… He can’t even stand it when someone insults her with a single word.” Meanwhile, ‘#Josh Batton’s live stream#’ had taken the top spot in the list of hot topics on Weibo. It was the topic that received the most attention this morning. As time went on, the number of viewers in Josh Batton’s live stream channel had also exceeded 300 million… Flying Fish Media’s live stream platform began to experience lags due to the sudden increase in viewers.

I looked at the evidence in my hands. At eight o'clock that night, I went live across every platform I had. The stream title was: "Let's Settle This Now."

Since dawn, my team and I had set up a makeshift studio inside the technician van. Just a folding table, a laptop, an encoder, and one large screen displaying a live feed from the infrared camera. Nicky had installed the camera the night before, right in the eastern meadow, the route Celeste had used to sneak in. At exactly 9:00 p.m., I opened the CASSTalk Live app, the massive video platform built by Hugo and now used by millions worldwide. The red “Go Live” button appeared. I typed a short title:

"Alright. I'm going to need everyone to act distracted," the main producer says, then turns to me, "Elara, you need to be a little more emotional than normal, alright? Please." He continues with more instructions for me and once he's done, he counts down on his fingers until the livestream resumes. I take a deep breath. And then I go off on Kael.

But given their tight budget, the fee they could offer Michelle would be modest—just enough to cover her taxi fare for two trips. After agreeing on the terms, Michelle and Leonard began to discuss the details of the promotional live stream. Leonard planned to initiate the promotion during the winter break. At that time, with students on holiday and increased traffic, the promotional impact would be more significant. The marketing department at NexRealm Studios was in charge of this live stream, and Leonard would need to wait until they prepared the promotional plan before discussing the specific content with Michelle. To streamline the process, he added her to their work group chat, where an

“I know the baby is mine and I’ve told you I accept that. We have eight months to work it out.” My phone starts vibrating again. It can’t be nothing. It’s almost midnight. I pull it out this time. Lena. I read the message notification that flashes across. Answer now! I answer. “What?” “Babe, this is streaming live somehow. Shut it down,” Lena says. “It already has a million views.” I go cold. “What?” “It’s online. Shut it down now,” Lena repeats. I move closer to Calder and say it low. “It’s on the internet. Live streaming.”

After speaking, Naomi looked at Tiara's fans. "You can also stay and witness everything together." Naomi's proposal to live stream the whole process aroused everyone's curiosity, and everyone expressed that they would stay and observe. "Uncle Zach, get ready and arrange for everyone to get comfortable." "Okay, but Miss, are you sure?" Uncle Zach asked worriedly in a low voice. Naomi just laughed without saying a word, Uncle Zach was even more worried. In the treatment room, Tiara set up more than a dozen mobile phones to stream the live broadcasts from all directions.

He fell back into his leather chair, gasping, the blood from his leg staining the white rug. ​Elena scrambled to Lucas, pulling his head into her lap. He was dazed, blood trickling from his hairline, but his eyes were open. ​"The monitors," Lucas wheezed. "The feed... it’s live." ​Elena looked up. The monitors weren't just showing the house. Julian had been preparing for his campaign launch the system was hooked up to a high-speed uplink for a live stream to his supporters. ​Julian had forgotten to turn off the broadcast.