After Rebirth, the Male Zerg Escaped the Marriage Chapter 39

"Hello everyone! Today is the first day of the 'Cat Observation Log' broadcast, and I want to formally introduce the first five little kittens that have moved into the Cat Paradise."

Kāngnà shot a glance at Láolā, who quickly switched the live stream camera to the cat room. Kāngnà pointed at the four little kittens huddled together in their nest: "These four are from the same litter, about four months old. They just came back from the pet hospital this morning, so they’re still not very familiar with their surroundings. Just give them some time to adjust."

[Ahhh, such cute kitties! Let me give them a kiss!]

[Little milk cats, with their pink paws, such adorable babies are just begging to be gobbled up!]

[By the way, will the host let the kittens perform?]

Kāngnà quickly replied, "We won’t train the kittens to perform. The staff on duty will interact with them a bit while feeding them, but there won’t be any training or performances beyond that."

[How boring, I’m outta here.]

[What do you mean boring? Kittens should just be happy, okay? Support the host!]

[The person in front clearly doesn’t love cats!]

[By the way, all four of them are orange and white! Just the shades of orange are a bit different.]

[Oh, that’s true!]

[Did the big cat not have any ink left when giving birth to the last one? How come there’s just a little bit of orange on the tail? Hahaha!]

"Based on the amount of orange, we named the four kittens Dàjǔ, Èrjǔ, Sānjǔ, and Sìjǔ, so it’s easier for everyone to tell them apart while watching the live stream."

[…Can the host be any more perfunctory?]

[What a naming failure!]

[And Sìjǔ? Just call it Little Orange (speechless.jpg).]

"It really can’t be called Little Orange because we have a kitten named Little Orange here." Kāngnà walked to the corner of the cat room, carefully pointing the camera at a semi-enclosed cat nest made of a cardboard box. "This is our Little Orange, and it’s the most special one among this batch of kittens."

[Wow, the baby is so tiny! Why isn’t it coming out?]

[Is it not from the same litter as the other four? Not familiar with them?]

[Wait, where did the baby’s left front paw go!!!]

Kāngnà sighed softly: "When we rescued the stray cat, we encountered a cat abuser. Although we managed to snatch Little Orange from their hands and rushed it to the hospital, we still couldn’t fully heal it. If we can’t find an adopter, we will adopt Little Orange ourselves, so don’t worry."

[The host is so kind!]

[Wuwuwu, I really want to adopt Little Orange, but I don’t have time to take care of it. I’ll send a few cans of cat food!]

[Yes, yes, I also want to send gifts, let’s buy some cat treats for the baby!]

[+100000]

In no time, various gift effects flashed across the screen, and Kāngnà couldn’t help but smile.

"That wraps up the basic introduction! Next, I’ll hand the camera over to our five little kittens, so everyone can enjoy an immersive observation of a day in the life of these cats."

As soon as Kāngnà finished speaking, he exited the screen, and Lāolā hurriedly adjusted the camera to focus on the four orange kittens who were grooming each other in a pile.

"How was that?" Kāngnà stepped out of the cat room and took a big gulp of water, "I see quite a few gifts coming in, and there are about two to three thousand viewers online. It should be going well, right?"

Nánxīng looked at Cuīxī with an expectant expression.

However, Cuīxī waved her hand, signaling them to be quiet. Her fingers flew over the smart brain, and after a while, she produced a pie chart.

"If we just look at the data, having three thousand online viewers for the first broadcast is indeed good. But look at the screen. Over 90% of the viewers in the live stream room are already following 'Cat Observation Log' through Kāngnà’s main account, and only the remaining 10% came in through the homepage recommendation. Moreover, the average viewing time for this 10% is less than five seconds, and the fan conversion rate is below one percent."

Kāngnà and Nánxīng’s expressions changed, and Lāolā, who was operating the live broadcast equipment, couldn’t help but shout, "That’s impossible! Last time during the cute pet live broadcast, when I was streaming about Xiǎoxuě and Huāhuā, the follower count skyrocketed, and we shot to the top of the live stream rankings!"

Nánxīng stared intently at the four little orange and white kittens in the cat room: "Could it be that they’re not very lively since they just arrived and are still getting used to the place, which is causing viewers to leave quickly?"

Kāngnà furrowed his brows, trying to recall the last cute pet live broadcast: "It’s also possible that last time, Xiǎoxuě and Huāhuā’s stream coincided with Sūshān’s scandal, and many of her fans shifted over to my stream, which made that broadcast popular."

Lāolā nodded immediately: "Exactly! The data wasn’t particularly good until Sūshān’s scandal trended, and then it suddenly blew up."

Cuīxī summarized, "So, from what we can see, 'Cat Observation Log' isn’t a project that can quickly gain popularity and attract followers. From a practical standpoint, I don’t recommend continuing to push for homepage exposure; we should refocus on the main account."

Kāngnà and Lāolā exchanged glances and sighed in unison. Kāngnà ran his fingers through his messy hair, a hint of guilt showing in his dark eyes: "I’m sorry, I underestimated the complexity of live streaming."

Just look at how many streamers are struggling to reach even a hundred thousand followers, while his main account managed to grow purely by luck. He shouldn’t confuse luck with his own abilities.

Kāngnà adjusted the silver sequins on his suit sleeve and suddenly began to understand Sūshān and Mǐyà’s actions. After all, when faced with overwhelming traffic, all morals and ethics can be cast aside.

"It’s okay; it doesn’t matter if we can’t gain popularity in the short term. After all, we’re aiming for a long-term project, and once we attract fans, they will definitely be loyal ones." Nánxīng patted Kāngnà on the shoulder, "No matter what, as long as there are two to three thousand viewers, the sub-account won’t go cold. Just take it slow; it will get better."

Kāngnà softly agreed, watching the little kitty in the cat room, comfortably squinting in the sunlight, and his gaze softened considerably.

Even if it doesn’t become popular, helping these little cats find homes would still make the live stream worthwhile. Star coins are great, and traffic is good, but to him, there are always things more important than traffic and star coins.

*

While the live broadcast room was filled with gloom, Kāngnà and the others had no idea that the netizens contributing to the less than one percent conversion rate were actually two worker ants at the park management office.

The ant with a straw tattoo on its arm twitched its antennae: "Hey, bro, doesn’t that little kitten with the broken paw look familiar?"

"Familiar!" The other ant, with a donut tattoo on its arm, nodded vigorously. After staring for a while, it suddenly gasped, "Why does it look like our park’s Little Orange?"

"Yes, yes, it’s Little Orange!" The straw ant slammed the table, "These cat abusers are simply insane! I need to call the police and have them locked up!"

"Bro, don’t be impulsive." The donut ant quickly stopped the straw ant, carefully touching its antennae to calm it down, "Abusing cats is only a moral condemnation; it’s not a crime. Calling the police won’t help."

"So what do we do?" The straw ant angrily paced around the room, "Are we just going to let these cat abusers run rampant? My Little Orange is too pitiful."

The donut ant’s eyes turned, and it suddenly walked over to the computer, pulling up the recent surveillance footage and playing it at thirty-six times speed.

Less than half an hour later, the donut ant suddenly hit the pause button: "Bro, look! We found the cat abuser!"

The straw ant dashed over and saw a tall female bug behind a fake mountain, holding Little Orange and viciously chopping off its front paw. There were also several bugs surrounding her, but due to the angle, only their backs were visible.

The donut ant muttered while watching, "Good thing there were tourists climbing the fake mountain illegally before, so the supervisor secretly installed a mini camera on the side; otherwise, we wouldn’t have caught this."

"Damn, it’s a gang!" The straw ant gritted its teeth, "I knew these bugs were no good."

"That’s not fair to say; the bug streamer also saved Little Orange."

Less than a minute later, something seemed to happen on the other side of the fake mountain. The female bug holding Little Orange and the other onlookers all took a few steps inside, completely leaving the surveillance camera’s view.

The straw ant sighed heavily: "What a shame we only caught the main culprit’s face."

"This is enough." The donut ant squeezed past the straw ant, quickly extracting that short segment of footage, "Even if the police can’t handle cat abuse, the vast majority of netizens won’t just sit back. As long as we upload this video online, the netizens will definitely find that cat abuser!"

The donut ant gritted its teeth and posted the video on the Star Network, finally pressing the send button with force.

"Done!"

The straw ant chuckled foolishly, wrapping its arms around the donut ant’s slim waist: "My baby is amazing!"

"Go away, it’s work time. Keep your distance."

*

Kāngnà and the others were completely unaware that a powerful netizen had already found the surveillance footage of Mǐyà abusing cats. Using his experience as a pet doctor on Blue Star, Kāngnà calmed down a few kittens and opened a can for them, finally making the kittens a bit more lively.

However, the miracle didn’t happen. Although the kittens became much more active, even the one without ink, Sìjǔ, was playfully biting Kāngnà’s slippers, causing a string of "hahaha" in the comments, the conversion rate from the homepage recommendation remained very low.

Just as Cuīxī had summarized earlier, if passing netizens enter the live stream room and don’t catch their attention within ten seconds, they will leave immediately.

Kāngnà sighed and exited the cat room: "Forget it, let’s take it slow. Oh, by the way, has the adoption application template been completed?"

The adoption application template was Lāolā’s responsibility, and he reluctantly blinked his fox-like eyes: "It’s done, it’s done. I’ve sent it to the work group."

Kāngnà posted the template on the homepage of 'Cat Observation Log' and also sent a separate copy to the big boss.

—Bro, 'Cat Observation Log' has started broadcasting. I’ve sent you the adoption application template via private message. Please choose the cat you want to adopt and fill out the template, and we’ll prioritize your arrangement.

Garrett, who was preparing ingredients for a barbecue meal in his apartment, saw the private message pop up on his smart brain. He put down the half-cut beef, wiped his hands clean, and opened the template, projecting it onto the virtual screen.

The first line of the template asked for name, address, and ID card number. Without thinking, Garrett wrote down a string of names in the name field—Garrett McCauley.