I am willing to swear to the heavens:

I absolutely dislike my current appearance!

I am definitely not a pervert, I only wear women's clothing under duress.

Will anyone believe these words if I say them? I'm afraid they will only be met with disdain.

With an attitude of self-abandonment and ruining my future, I grit my teeth and press the power button!

I adjust the camera to a suitable angle, and check my hair to see if it's messy. Then I nervously wait.

The issue of my voice is the most important. Thinking about this, I lower my voice while there are no viewers yet;

After a slight adjustment, my voice becomes quite similar to that of a girl, and I cover my Adam's apple with a high-collar shirt.

After waiting for fifteen minutes and finishing two bowls of instant noodles, still no viewers have appeared;

This is not surprising, after all, waiting for viewers in a live broadcast for the first time is a boring process, but what else can I do?

The common saying "forcing a duck onto a perch" is fitting to describe my current situation, but it needs to be emphasized here:

Although my thoughts are similar to a forced duck, I don't intend to become a "duck"!

With no viewers to support, I think it may be because of the poorly chosen name;

You see, every live broadcast room has a unique name that indicates the selling point of the broadcast.

But I didn't think much when I named my room, I just typed on the keyboard without much thought;

Later, a line of words appeared:

[The Boy's Live Broadcast Room]

The more ridiculous the name sounds, the more likely it is to attract people;

And generally, people who see my room name are unlikely to associate me with a "cute cross-dressing boy", so this name serves two purposes.

Three hours have passed, but only a few viewers have come and gone;

Even someone with skin as thick as stainless steel like me has been somewhat affected, unable to help questioning myself, why?

My sadness is not due to the sparseness of my live broadcast room, that's just the way things are, there are always ups and downs, and it's easy to fall into extremes;

What I am truly unable to accept is this:

Despite dressing in women's clothing, I still cannot attract any popularity. It is a pitiful outcome even after compromising with reality and gaining nothing in return;

I cannot deny it:

I am filled with disgust towards the practice of cross-dressing live broadcasting, but since I have already embarked on this path of dark history, as a reward for my betrayal of my own principles, can't I have twenty or so people as my audience?

Is my integrity really so cheap?

At this point, I can only use a method that I originally didn't want to use.

I turn the volume of the live broadcast room to the maximum:

"I sing off-key, and as soon as I open my mouth, the audience suspects I am plotting to make money or harm someone's life;

I play games poorly, my teammates often think that I am a spy sent by the enemy...

Anyway, I just mess up a lot of things and don't want to change, love it or leave it; I won't do anything productive and just waste time like this!"

I cross my legs and swing my body, leaving the chair hanging in the air, surrendering to a wave of laziness;

It is not a choice to give up or go back on my word, my approach is a skillful one, because if you don't have exceptional talent, it's difficult to generate income in the early stages;

I make up for the lack of talent with strategy. Among the viewers who watch live broadcasts, a considerable portion are teenagers;

They deviate from convention, have their own ideas, and aspire to do something different;

I just don't know if these people, after seeing countless conventional live broadcasts, will appreciate my unconventional approach;

If they approve, then my first live broadcast will be halfway to success.

Time passes second by second, but not a single viewer appears as expected;

Don't misunderstand, it's not that the number of viewers hasn't increased;

On the contrary, the number of viewers has increased, and at an unimaginable speed!

Here are some comments from viewers:

"I saw it! When crossing my legs, a glimpse of white panties flashed from under the skirt..."

"Is this host intentionally showing it? Doesn't really seem like it, could it be a clueless trap?"

"Conscience, in this day and age, I can actually find a free live broadcast that satisfies me without needing to donate a single cent!"

The number of viewers watching the live stream is increasing at an incredible speed, but none of them appreciate my unique style. The majority of them are here for the benefits.

No, I want to attract you with my rebellious style, not by selling benefits or compromising male dignity.

The focus of the audience is completely off!

Do you really think that my fifteen minutes spent dressing up is less significant than a two-second glimpse of exposed skin?

The system beeped, indicating that I have received my first donation in life.

At that moment, I couldn't help but compare myself to the girl performing under the bridge, but I knew it was just an illusion.

The girl under the bridge at least earns a living through performances, not by selling her body.

Although I haven't engaged in the flesh trade, my current situation is no different from being in the red-light district...

Despite my complaints, I witnessed a miracle shortly after:

The live stream room, which had only a few viewers before, suddenly had hundreds or even thousands of audience members.

Compared to those famous streamers, this data is nothing, but considering my status as a newcomer, it is already a good achievement.

After witnessing the reactions of some viewers, I couldn't help but have a whole new understanding of the phrase "the decline of moral values."