After the two-hour livestream ended, Qiao Zhi sat for a long moment in the quiet of her small streaming room, the glow of the monitor washing pale light across her face. She watched the viewer counter tick down like a heartbeat slowing after a run. Six hundred and sixty thousand. The number settled there and felt quite good to look at — a good result, a ridiculous result, a confirmation that whatever gamble she'd taken with this late-night slot had paid off. Today's ASMR has officially been a success.