102: The foundation is in pretty good condition.

Bai Xinran's chin was still resting on her knees, her hair a bit messy from Yu Heng's ruffling.

She didn't say a word, her hair brushing against his palm.

Yu Heng's hand continued to knead the back of her neck; his technique wasn't professional—just some casual pressing—but the pressure was just right.

Bai Xinran's voice was muffled against her knees: "I just feel like it's quite boring..."

"What's boring?" Yu Heng asked.

"Streaming," she said. "It was originally a happy thing, but now I don't really want to stream anymore..."

Yu Heng's hand paused for a moment before he continued kneading. "Everything is like that after doing it for a long time. It's fresh at the start, but later it just becomes repetitive labor. When a hobby becomes a job, it gets dull."

Bai Xinran turned her head, looking at him through the gap between her arms. "Will you be like that with me too?"

"You? I'm not sure," Yu Heng answered quite bluntly. "Because I haven't 'done' it yet."

Hearing this, Bai Xinran's ears felt a bit hot, and she buried her face back down.

"Then..." She paused. "When do you plan to... 'do' it?"

"No rush, we'll take it slow. Breaking ground for construction is an important matter," Yu Heng said with a mischievous smile. "But we can check the state of the foundation first."

"Mmm..." Bai Xinran whimpered softly, unable to help squirming her body.

—

When Bai Xinran woke Yu Heng up the next morning, she was clearly much calmer than the last time, even helping to hand him his clothes.

Once a woman lets down her guard, the shift in her level of acceptance is comparable to a rocket launch.

During class, Yu Heng leaned back in his chair, feeling a bit of a dull ache in his lower abdomen.

After two rounds of fierce battle with a woman at a voracious age, even a young body couldn't handle it.

Indeed, there are no worn-out fields, only exhausted oxen. Qin Lu had slept on the high-speed rail on her way back and was fully charged again.

Not only was his waist sore, but his hands were also aching—the waist was because of Qin Lu, and the hands were because of Bai Xinran!

"What are you thinking about?" Hao Junran, beside him, looked at him. "Did you eat breakfast? Want a bun?"

"You actually got up early?" Yu Heng smiled as he took the bun handed to him.

"I didn't buy it. I ran into Wang Shuo at the dormitory entrance this morning. He said he was bringing food back for his roommates and bought an extra portion, so he just gave it to me."

"Oh~" Yu Heng chewed the bun, saying with a dry laugh, "That's quite a coincidence."

The classroom Qin Lu had approved for the club was a small one on the second floor of the office building, not far from her own office.

At 2:10 PM, over a dozen people were already sitting in the small classroom on the second floor of the office building.

Yu Heng pushed the door open and entered; Ning Yutong was writing "Starlight Society First Regular Meeting" on the blackboard.

She turned around at the sound, her eyes curving into crescents. "You're here."

"Yeah," Yu Heng replied, scanning the classroom.

Bai Xinran was sitting in the third row by the window, while Hao Junran and the other two were squeezed into the back row, huddled together whispering about something.

Several familiar faces from the previous recruitment interviews were also there.

"Is everyone here?" Yu Heng asked.

Ning Yutong glanced at the list in her hand. "Everyone is here except for Li Wei."

Yu Heng nodded; he didn't have much of an impression of who Li Wei was, so it didn't matter if she didn't show up.

"Alright, let's begin." Yu Heng walked to the podium, leaning his hands on the edge as he looked at the sign-in sheet. "First, let me introduce myself. My name is Yu Heng, a freshman majoring in Network and New Media, and I'm also the founder of this club."

People below whispered among themselves.

Ignoring them, Yu Heng continued, "You all learned about this club during recruitment; it's a Virtual Streamer club. Some of you might be familiar with it, while others may have only heard of it. Simply put, a Virtual Streamer is a Streamer who uses a virtual animated skin to appear on screen instead of their real self."

"Virtual Streamers are divided into two types: 2D and 3D. Currently, 3D is the mainstream, but the costs are very high. So, our current direction is to focus on 2D first. For the next six months, our club has two goals." Yu Heng held up two fingers. "First, to create one 'V' with over 100,000 followers. Second, to create five 'Vs' with over 10,000 followers."

"100,000 followers?" Liu Hewei sat up straight. "Isn't this goal a bit..."

"High?" Yu Heng finished his sentence. "It's high, but not that high. Right now, Virtual Streamers are still a new niche. As long as the content is good, gaining followers isn't an issue."

"Then where will our skins come from?" Zhou Mengqi asked.

"skins and character art will be handled within the club," Yu Heng continued. "Students with a foundation in drawing can sign up. I can pay for the modeling, but there's a condition... all produced skins must have my name in the copyright."

"Huh?" someone whispered. "Can't I just pay to have it done myself?"

Yu Heng looked over; it was a boy he didn't really remember.

"Of course you can," Yu Heng said bluntly. "For modeling, even average precision costs one or two thousand, and high precision costs several thousand. But if you can solve everything yourself, it seems you don't really need to join our club."

The boy fell silent.

Yu Heng looked away. "Of course, as for how the revenue generated by the skins will be distributed, a document will be released later. My original intention for starting this club was to hope everyone could generate income through their hobbies in their spare time. If done well, it's not impossible to treat it as a career."

"Can it really make money?" Wang Luyu asked; this was what she cared about most.

"Of course!" Yu Heng opened a screenshot on the multimedia screen. "This is a Virtual Streamer I'm currently managing. This month, they've only streamed for half a month, and the revenue is already nearly 200,000."

After Yu Heng finished, the room went quiet for a few seconds.

200,000.

For this group of freshmen, this was a somewhat terrifying number. Their monthly living expenses were generally between 1,500 and 2,000.

"Of course," Yu Heng continued, "high revenue doesn't mean that much goes into your pocket. The platform takes a cut, the club takes a cut, and taxes must be paid. In the end, about 30% remains."

Thirty percent—that's still 60,000.

60,000 in half a month was an exceptionally high income.

Rustling whispers filled the classroom. Even Ning Yutong and Shen Yueling were a bit surprised; they had only just found out that Bai Xinran could actually earn so much!

"So," Yu Heng raised his voice slightly, "as long as the content is good, the Virtual Streamer path can definitely make money. If you have any ideas or talents, you can talk to me privately after the meeting."

"That's all for today." He paused and checked his phone. "Same time next week, right here. Before we have our second meeting, I'll release the club's rules and revenue distribution details. Meeting adjourned!"

After Yu Heng finished speaking, the people below began to pack up their things one after another.

Hao Junran stood up and walked over to the front. "Holy crap, this stuff is really that profitable?"

The three of them were stunned when they saw the data just now. During military training, Hao Junran had teased Yu Heng for being a pervert for watching Virtual Streamers, but who would have thought he was actually making money from them now?

"Would I lie?" Yu Heng narrowed his eyes. "Streaming is very profitable."

"Then do you think I could do it?" Hao Junran chuckled. "Actually, my singing isn't half bad."

"You?" Yu Heng glanced at him. "It's not impossible. You're actually quite suited for virtual streaming."

"How so?"

"With your looks, if you were in the real-life section, you'd only be able to do abstract performance art."

"Get lost!"