After leaving the recording studio, Song Yunhui took a taxi and went straight home.
With nothing to do on the road, he took the opportunity to post a live broadcast preview.
[? The missing people return! !]
[I thought I forgot the order of soy milk]
[Three years! Three whole years! Doujiang finally remembered that he had a number! ]
[Okay, I'll wait here. Don't break your promise about soy milk. I haven't slept well in several days.]
[I guess Doujiang completely forgot about the live broadcast, and it turned out that the live broadcast time was often not enough. At the end of the month, he remembered that there was still this matter (crawling in the dark)]
Song Yun replied: "..."
Song Yunhui decided to remain silent.
He has been busy with other things these days. First he was getting married, then he was moving, and these two days he was busy with other things again. He really forgot about this matter.
[I am so angry! This camera moves left, right, and down, but it won’t move up! ! We are not outsiders, what are we afraid of! ]
This live broadcast has turned into a decoration exchange conference. It is serious but not boring at all, and quite useful.
Maybe not much.
The taxi stopped in front of the community gate. Song Yun returned home, went upstairs to turn on his computer, and then went downstairs to pour himself a glass of water.
Song Yunhui finally adjusted the camera, glanced at the comments, and happened to see the last question. He replied, "Yes, my house is being renovated, and I'm temporarily staying at a friend's house."
He set the title of his live broadcast room as [Bargaining and Chatting at the Vegetable Market].
[I just finished renovating last year, and I’ve made a lot of mistakes. Let me think about it slowly! ]
The direction of the camera was still a little wrong, so he reached out and adjusted it again.
[Wow, you know you only showed a small part]
The topic became more and more off-topic. After taking notes, Song Yun looked up and found that a considerable part of the comments had already started discussing "Departure", Qin Shu, and him.
[13 years of experience as a decorator, that's something to be said!]
[Soy milk's hands are also nice to pinch, handsome guy, please show your face]
[woc's hand speed is so fast, writing is much faster than typing]
When it comes to decoration, he becomes more interested. He changes his sitting position and asks:
"I haven't decided how to decorate it yet. Have you ever decorated a house before? Come and share your experience."
Somewhat novel.
He had experience before, and although he hadn't done live streaming for a long time, he at least still remembered the process.
After opening a bottle of strawberry milk, he walked upstairs in his slippers.
After changing the place, Song Yunhui completely forgot about the live broadcast. Mai Zi was still in the recording studio at home. He listened and heard the sound of wind whistling outside the window. Then he squatted on the chair silently, motionless.
Although the conditions are difficult, it is not impossible to endure it.
Looking at the comments that popped up one after another, Song Yunhui pulled over an A4 paper, took a pen and started taking shorthand.
[Wait a minute, the background seems to have changed. Is it a new location? ]
[In short, don’t go for the foreign palace style, trust me]
After turning the ballpoint pen around in his hand twice, he looked up and asked, "What should I pay attention to if I use wooden furniture?"
[Great! I watched the premiere of "Departure" today, and when I got home I watched the broadcast of "Soy Milk". I am the happiest person today! ]
Because there had been a live broadcast announcement before, a large number of people rushed in the moment the live broadcast room opened.
"You can actually notice the changes even with such a small area exposed."
The water is icy and makes you feel instantly refreshed after drinking it.
He had just finished his work, and the next two days were his rest days, so he could gather together 15.3 hours.
[Soymilk's handwriting is beautiful! He must have practiced it]
The action of opening the live broadcast room was quite smooth.
[What! I actually saw someone from Qicheng here! Is it pretty? Is it pretty? ]
This is an immersive communication conference.
[Ahh, the soy milk hand touched my eyes! My eyes are covered and I can’t see! ]
Some novelty, but not much.
[It's so good, much more shocking than the trailer! Song Yunhui's acting directly overturned all my previous views]
He raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised.
The topic returned easily.
[Although I haven’t collected enough for the down payment yet, I have already started taking notes]
It's not a big problem.
This was the first time he saw someone speak up for him.
His voice was gentle and not sharp, as if it was non-aggressive, but it had a strong presence, as if it went straight to people's hearts.
Then the computer screen changed slightly, and then the screen of the live broadcast room was split into two, and another face appeared directly on the screen.
Song Yunhui was unaware of anything and was still organizing his notes.
***
As a well-known live streaming platform, Youzi Live has been actively looking for a way out after its development. Finally, it has become the default platform for celebrity live streaming and has cooperative businesses with various entertainment companies.
The entertainment company where Bai Linhua works is also among them. Time is counted every quarter, but it’s not much, and usually it only takes one appearance to complete the task.
After recording the new song, he refused to go out with friends. He originally wanted to stay at home to study the academic issue of how to get along with others. However, before he even opened a certain Baidu bar, he received a message from the live broadcast platform.
If he doesn't want to live broadcast, he can just pay the penalty, which is not high. He often did this before, but the employees of Youzi Live contacted him this time and persuaded him in every way.
Obviously feeling the other party's efforts, Bai Linhua finally agreed.
He had not done many live broadcasts after signing the contract for several years, and he still didn’t understand what this live broadcast was all about. He was originally talking to the people in the live broadcast room, but a matching countdown appeared in the lower right corner. He ignored it, so after the half-minute countdown ended, another live broadcast room appeared on the computer screen.
It is a live broadcast room where you can see paper, pen and table.
The person on the other side turned the paper over, probably back to the first page, and began to sort out and summarize.
"So the plumbing and electricity lines must be designed during the renovation... I have already done this so I can skip it. Secondly, when making the ceiling and laying tiles, you need to pay attention to protecting the completed parts..."
The viewers in the live broadcast room were silent at first, and then began to feel confused.
[??? What is he talking about and what am I listening to???]
[(Takes out the cheat sheet) I think it’s quite useful]
[Is this the anchor from the music section? Isn’t this the anchor from the home section (does this section exist?)? Is this a platform bug? ]
[Not much to say, the voice is pretty nice]
[By the way, does he know about the microphone connection? ]
When the screen changed, Bai Linhua quickly picked up his phone and asked the staff what was going on. After getting the answer, he looked up again.
The person opposite was still organizing his notes. He had only organized half of them, with one side left, and it seemed that he was going to continue organizing them.
He obviously didn't notice Bai Linhua.
[Hahahahahaha soy milk, raise your head for a moment!]
[I am summarizing this, please don’t cue (wave your hand)]
[woc Bai Linhua ah ah!]
[Whenever soy milk raises its head]
[Hahahaha how could this be, Xiaobai actually encountered soy milk, although he doesn’t drink soy milk]
Bai Linhua didn't intend to remain silent. He was the first to greet, "Hello... Soy milk?"
Soy milk in every sense of the word.
After all, his voice is easy to recognize and you can tell it the moment he connects to the microphone.
I can only say that I didn't expect the other party to have such a wide range of interests.
"?"
Suddenly there was a voice in the room, and Song Yun looked around.
Even though his face couldn't be seen, the viewers in the live broadcast room could still clearly sense his confusion.
He finally looked up at the screen.
"… "
Then the viewers in the two live broadcast rooms saw him start to move the mouse to the upper right corner of Bai Linhua’s screen.
They reasonably guessed that he was looking for the delete key.
Song Yunhui was indeed looking for the delete key, but couldn't find it.
Bai Linhua on the screen wanted to laugh, but held it back.
"This is a random match in the same zone. Just sing and chat together. You can cancel the match half a minute before it is successful, but you can't cancel it after it is successful."
Just as the staff member who asked the question just now said, he knows how to learn and apply what he has learned.
Song Yunhui then took a look at the live broadcast room, only to find that he had been automatically assigned to the music area.
Forgot to manually change the zone.
Being assigned to the music section, he did what a host in the music section should do. He temporarily put down the paper and pen in his hand and said, "Then sing a song."
At the end, he added, "I will continue to summarize later."
Finish singing quickly and leave quickly.
[Although it’s not real soy milk, it’s “Homeward Journey”!!!]
[I never get tired of listening to "Homeward Journey" woooooooooo]
[Am I the only one who wants to listen to "Homeward Journey"? I played it on repeat for several weeks when it was first released.]
[Strongly ranked "Homeward Journey"! ! ! ]
Song Yun asked back: "Then shall we sing "Homeward Journey"?"
The main reason is that it has been too long since I listened to the other songs, and the impression I have made has almost disappeared.
He finished singing early and went home early, as he was still thinking about his decoration plan.
Bai Linhua asked: "I will sing the first verse, the second and third verses together, and you will sing the fourth and last verses together?"
It's a negotiating tone.
Song Yunhui did not reply to him immediately, but opened the lyrics interface and said, "I don't quite understand where the first and second verses are. Please divide them according to the lyrics."
He knows how to play dumb.
Bai Linhua was used to talking to him in the first and second sections, and he would speak in secret codes that only the two of them understood.
He didn't intend to receive the signal in front of so many people.
The question is, I'm not familiar with it.
"Sorry, I forgot to change my usual habits."
Bai Linhua also reacted and said, "From the first sentence to..."
[!! It turns out that singing on the mic doesn’t have to be about singing together! It turns out that there is some technical content involved]
[It seems that the opposite side is not the music area, is this okay?]
[I haven't seen this host much, I feel that it's good enough that he can finish singing, I don't dare to ask for too much]
The two live broadcast rooms are connected to each other, and each other can see the comments in the other's live broadcast room.
When Song Yun returned to the live broadcast room, his fans were instantly unhappy.
[Doujiang sings very well! I haven't seen him. It's just that his live broadcast time is too gloomy. He usually doesn't show up during the day.]
[(So today's live broadcast during the day is just to make up for the time, woo woo woo) People in the world of the living are crying like a storm]
[If you click in and take a look at the soy milk fans, they won’t talk like this]
[The people in the underworld rely on soy milk to sleep well. Soy milk is the secret code of me in the underworld! ]
Song Yunhui didn't look at the barrage, nor did he look at the barrage in the two live broadcast rooms.
He was entangled by Orange who came over after hearing the noise.
Orange jumped onto his legs lightly, not realizing that he was no longer the kitten that weighed only a few pounds.
Song Yunhui endured this heavy love.
Orange rolled around in his arms, and he stood up while purring at the kitten, saying, "Wait a minute, I'll go find the headset."
If you want to sing, you have to wear headphones.
He just thought about it carefully. He had a lot of headphones. One was placed in the recording studio, and there should be two more in the cabinet.
Bai Linhua said "OK".
Song Yun came back very quickly.
After putting on the headset, the sound became much clearer.
[The sound of soy milk is really nice!!!]
[Wuwuwu, what a gentle sound. It’s good now that it’s night time. Wuwuwu, I can fall asleep right away when I lie down on the bed.]
[A small suggestion for friends who are entering the soy milk live broadcast room for the first time: wear headphones, double the happiness]
"The last j... I mean the last five sentences, you sing it by yourself."
At the end he added: "Is it okay?"
It sounds like a pure question.
Bai Linhua said: "Okay."
The viewers in the two live broadcast rooms always felt that there was something strange between the two.
But it looks normal, and I can’t tell what’s wrong with it.
The two ordered songs together.
When the prelude started, a large number of people suddenly poured into the live broadcast room.
There were too many people in Bai Linhua's live broadcast room, and the traffic was so slow that it was impossible to move. Fans who were slow to get the news that he was broadcasting live could only run to Song Yunhui to get in on the action.
Then they couldn't run away.
They knew that "Homeward Journey" was very nice, and they expected that the song heard in the live broadcast room would definitely not be as good as the song released after refinement.
But they didn't expect that it would sound completely different and beautiful.
It can only be described as shocking.
In order to avoid lag in the live broadcast room, both of them turned off the barrage, and there were only two lyrics on the computer screen, and nothing else.
Only now did they realize that what the two people meant by singing together was not the simple singing together that they understood.
There was a gap of about one second after Bai Linhua finished singing the first section.
Then there is the extreme bursting feeling of eardrum vibration.
Bai Linhua continued to sing in the same way as before, with a steady and restrained bass.
Another voice came from Song Yunhui. His voice was unique, gentle and clear, but not lacking in explosiveness, and he could hit high notes at will.
The unexpected combination of two people's voices is an unprecedented and ultimate experience.
Song Yun held the headset back, his eyelashes slightly drooped, and touched the furry little orange hair on his legs, his breathing still steady.
Even though the barrage was turned off, the live broadcast room still froze for a moment when the last sentence of the song was sung.
After turning on the barrage, the screen was filled with layers of barrages. Various barrages were piled together, and it was difficult to tell what was written on them.
[Ahhhhhh!!! What kind of god is this!! So amazing!!]
[For some reason I felt like I was at a concert! So shocking!!]
[Why didn’t I encounter soy milk earlier? ! It’s really really really great! ]
[The two of you work well together! Can you sing another song? ! ]
[Did anyone record the screen? I was listening so intently that I forgot to record the screen.]
[6 Ah, Doujiang really had something to hide before, and he didn’t even tell us the truth]
[I believe woc when he says this is soy milk with lyrics and music, so amazing! ]
[Bai Linhua yyds!!!]
[If the microphone connection was not random, I really thought they had rehearsed it. Help me, I have goosebumps]
There were various rewards emerging one after another on the barrage, a colorful sea. Orange seemed to like it very much and kept stretching out his claws to touch it.
Song Yunhui gently held the kitten's paw. After a song was finished, he found a small red button appeared in the middle of the page, with the words "Remove microphone connection" written on it.
A group of netizens watched his mouse move there instantly.
[My sweet heart just rose and cooled down instantly]
[No! Can you sing one more song? It’s not satisfying at all.]
[Why does someone with such a gentle voice have such a cold heart [crying cat head.jpg]]
[Wow, wow, great traffic is right in front of us! Take a look at the soy milk, wow, wow! ]
[Can I give you a big villa? Here comes another ball song, woo woo woo]
Barely making out the words on the bullet screen, Song Yun looked up at Bai Linhua, who also seemed to be quietly waiting for his action, and said:
"But today I'm planning to ask you about the decoration."
All I can say is that my original intention remains unchanged.
[… I remember that this is what happened]
[Why am I still thinking about renovation at this time?]
[Unexpected persistence and stubbornness Orz]
[Don’t go, let’s discuss the renovation later! ]
"Decoration is a little more important than singing."
Song Yunhui's voice was gentle, but his attitude was still as persistent as before. He waved and said to Bai Linhua, "Goodbye."
Bai Linhua looked at the other person's hand resting on the yellow cat's fur, smiled, and said, "Goodbye."
Both of them clicked to terminate the microphone connection, but Bai Linhua was a little slower than Song Yun.
The screen returns to normal.
Looking at the number of viewers in the upper left corner of the live broadcast room, Song Yunhui picked up his notebook again and said:
"I won't sing today, I'll save it for the evening. The microphone connection has been cancelled, and the next part is still the decoration exchange meeting time."
His original intention in saying this was to tell the netizens who stayed in the live broadcast room because of singing or Bai Linhua that there was nothing else they wanted to watch next and they could leave.
However, netizens interpreted it in a completely different direction and started celebrating the New Year happily.
[Great! I can fall asleep to the song of soy milk again]
[? Want to sing in the evening? Then I'll come in the evening!!]
[I am back with my summary. Is it time to start the exchange meeting again? ]
[I’m still watching the screen recording of “Homeward Journey” just now, it really sounds so good wooooooo]
"Welcome back."
Song Yunhui changed a clean A4 paper and got ready, not wavering at all because of the incident just now.
The crazy increase in viewers and fans, as well as various rewards, are all temporary.
He knew what he wanted to do most.
The live broadcast was interrupted, and a large number of comments were still discussing the chorus that had just happened.
Bai Linhua's expression remained unchanged, only his eyes fluctuated slightly when he saw the comment "They are a good match".
"I also think he sings very well... I don't know him, but I'd like to meet him."
"Okay, let's go to the next song. I want to hear something."
The corners of his lips lifted slightly.
***
After the two terms #Qin Shu is suspected of being in love##"Departure" premiere# became popular, "The Homecoming", which had already been on the hot search once, became a hot search again.
The most widely circulated video is the unedited live broadcast recording, which is still shocking no matter how many times you watch it.
This was an unexpectedly wonderful performance.
Many people didn’t make it in time and could only watch other people’s screen recordings afterwards.
Many people were not satisfied and turned to the live streaming platform.
But at this time Bai Linhua had already ended the live broadcast, while Song Yunhui was still on.
So a large number of people poured into the live broadcast room.
However, the style of the live broadcast room seemed very different from what they had imagined.
Song Yunhui has contacted the platform staff to change the live broadcast area, and now it has moved to the chat area.
The moment they entered, there was no passionate music, nor any hot krypton gold atmosphere, just a computer screen showing a small game.
The only two things that made them feel that they had found the right place were the other party's ID and the number of people watching online.
The barrage of comments never stopped. It was compressed into one-fourth of the computer, not blocking the game interface, and kept moving.
It was different from what they had imagined. They originally wanted to leave, but after listening to the gentle and soothing voice in the live broadcast room, they felt like leaving but couldn't.
Let’s take another look.
The topic of decoration has become a thing of the past, and Song Yunhui started playing little games before that.
It all started when someone said that he missed the little games he played when he was a child, and that the little games had permeated his childhood, which then resonated with a lot of people.
Song Yunhui never played any games when he was a child.
The first half of his childhood was spent playing with the kids in the neighborhood, playing piano, and going home to eat and chat with his parents and older brother. The second half was spent with various tutors, competitions, and exams.
These efforts seem completely futile now, but they made his childhood barely fulfilling.
He also wanted to see what other people's childhoods were like.
There are unexpectedly many categories of mini-games, and there is everything. Song Yunhui originally wanted to play Water and Fire Man, but after clicking in, he found out that it was a two-player game, and finally had to quit with regret.
He rested his chin on his hand and said:
"It would be nice to have someone to play with."
The tone was casual, and there was no sense of regret, just a simple exclamation without emotion.
[Me! Soy milk! Me!!! (Trying to stand out)]
[Soy milk plays with me! There are so many fun things in my home! ]
[Is there something wrong upstairs?]
[Play with cats, but don’t look down on kittens!]
[Isn’t the soy milk at a friend’s house? You can play with your friends.]
[After that, when I mentioned friends, I remembered Mr. Qin’s classic speech today. I can no longer look at the word "friends" directly.]
After glancing at the comments, Song Yun raised his eyebrows slightly and said nothing in the end.
He chose a mini-game that had the highest demand besides the Water and Fire Man.
The mini-game has many levels, and it takes a long time to complete each level, but he is not afraid at all.
Even a little happy.
These 15.3 hours are not so easy to collect.
This mini game is very simple, including the operating rules and page design.
To put it simply, it is a game in which the big bad wolf disguises himself as a lamb and eats the sheep right under the farmer's nose.
The level is unexpectedly perverted.
The first few dozen levels are very simple, suitable for all ages, and will not make people angry or hurt their lungs because of sadness.
But things became a little different after level 28.
[It all started from here!!! That bulldozer keeps hitting me, I can’t run away! I’m so busy running that I can’t even eat the sheep!]
[I’m different, woohoo, I’m often hit by the farmer’s fork, it’s really annoying woohoo]
[Okay, what follows is beyond the reach of my childhood. I hope soy milk can fulfill my childhood dream.]
[Forget about fulfilling the dream, I hope Doujiang can calmly quit this game when the time comes]
Song Yunhui only glanced at the barrage and then clicked on the level.
Objectively speaking, it is much more difficult than before.
But subjectively speaking, as long as you are careful and react quickly, this level is not difficult.
He manipulated the little wolf to disguise himself as a lamb to avoid the farmer, ate a lamb in front of a forklift, and then ran away for his life, repeating this process.
And then it passed.
[How could this be! Why does it seem so easy! ]
[So smooth!! It’s completely different from my ugly operation.]
[What a quick response! ]
[I went to the toilet and came back to see which level I was at]
When the player who went to the bathroom came back, the game interface had disappeared.
Song Yunhui has already started choosing a new game to play.
The mouse moves back and forth, often stopping on the Ice and Fire Man and then moving away.
[I feel the desire of soy milk for the water and fire man, which makes me want to play too]
[I'm back. What happened? Why is it over now?]
[Already cleared the level! (Half an hour is a bit long, please pay attention to your stomach health)]
[Huh? Cleared the game?]
[In fact, you can play the Water and Fire Man alone, but it's just so sad [Laughing sad.jpg]]
Song Yunhui was looking for a game while scanning the barrage. When he saw that someone could also play Water and Fire Man, his eyes moved and the mouse moved over instantly.
Before he turned on the Water and Fire Man, the phone next to him rang.
The screen lit up, and before the viewers in the live broadcast room could recognize the caller ID, their phone had already been taken away.
Song Yunhui took off the headset and placed it on the table, saying, "I'm going to answer a call."
After he said that, he stood up and left.
Orange didn't follow him. He sat on the chair and looked at the camera.
[The kitten is so cute! Can you go with ee? ]
[Kittens are born to be kissed by aunties! Take the kitten away quickly while the soy milk is not around]
[This cat looks familiar? ]
The kitten can't understand the words, the kitten just wants to reach the camera.
The camera was fixed, but not completely, so it caused it to shake up and down, and most of the screen was covered with the little white hairs on the cat's paws.
[Master Cat, I feel... a little dizzy]
[One day I was actually dizzy with cats]
[Wait! The soy milk is here! Master Cat, please continue! I can already see the waist! ]
[Master Cat, please don’t stop!]
The camera was moved higher and higher, and the netizens stared at the screen closely without breathing.
Master Mao is still making continuous efforts.
—Then Master Cat was caught.
When the camera was about to capture the neck, it suddenly pressed down, and netizens felt a black screen before their eyes.
A blackout in both the physical and psychological sense.
"Orange, what are you doing?"
Picking up the orange and holding it in his arms, Song Yunhui picked up the headset and said to the fans, "There's something wrong with the camera. I'll pause the live broadcast and adjust it."
After he finished speaking, he clicked the mouse to temporarily pause the live broadcast.
[Just a little bit! Just a little bit!]
[Master Mao died gloriously, a moment of silence]
[… Hey, there is still a long way to go, Cat wishes you good luck]
After adjusting the camera, Song Yunhui sat down again and put on the headset.
"Okay, I'm back again."
"I just received a phone call."
He moved the mouse away from the Fire and Water Man and said, "My friend will be back tonight, so I'll play with him tonight. I won't play now."
His voice was as gentle and calm as usual, but the netizens felt that something was different.
[Soy milk makes me feel good]
[Okay, I understand. I understand everything. It turns out that I am the only one who plays with Fire and Water [crying cat head.jpg]]
[It’s really fun to play Water and Fire with friends!]
[Wow, Fire and Water is a real childhood memory. Now when I play with my friends, I can still find the feeling of playing when I was a child. It feels like I have made up for the childhood I missed! ]
Song Yun looked back at the barrage, his eyes slightly curved.
In one afternoon of live broadcast, I made up 5.3 of the missing 15.3 hours.
Made up the remaining part.
Orange, who was playing here before, has gone to his own nest to take an afternoon nap. He yawned and looked at the computer screen with his chin propped up.
It has been broadcasting for such a long time that there are still quite a few people left in the live broadcast room.
Song Yunhui was surprised, "How come you can endure longer than me?"
During these 5.3 hours, he held a decoration meeting, sang songs, and played many small games. He felt sleepy, but the viewers in the live broadcast room still looked energetic, with continuous barrage of comments.
[I was sleepy at first, but when I thought about how soy milk is still making up for the time, I became energetic]
[What goes around comes around. How hard it was for me to wait for soy milk before! How happy I am now]
[Hahahahahahaha you didn’t expect that, how happy I was making soy milk before is how painful I am now]
[As expected, happiness is built on the suffering of others]
"My eyes are dry. I'm going to stop playing games and take a break for the water and fire man tonight."
Song Yun asked back, "Is there anything else you want to do?"
[To be honest, I am doing my homework now]
[High Math! High Math Shark Incident! My roommate and I have started to lose a lot of hair, please save us! ]
[I wanted to sing, but that seems... a bit too normal? Then help me with my homework [cute.jpg]]
[Slacking off in the office, as long as it is slacking off, no matter what I do, I am happy]
[I was caught up! I was watching the live broadcast seriously, but you guys were actually studying? [Cat shocked.jpg]]
“I haven’t done advanced math in a long time.”
Song Yunhui casually pulled a piece of paper from the side, picked up a pen, and said, "Send the question to us. Maybe we can solve it by working together."
I don't understand why it suddenly unfolded like this, but the netizen still sent the picture to me very quickly.
Pictures cannot be posted in the live broadcast room. The other party sent it in a private chat. He directly opened the private chat and then enlarged the picture.
It's a high number that looks like it could kill someone.
Before they even started to look at the questions seriously, the social animals and college students in the live broadcast room started to have headaches, and someone started shouting, "Jianqiu, my head hurts so much."
Song Yunhui didn't shout, but the pen in his hand had already started moving.
His movements were so fast that the netizens could hardly react.
By the time they reacted, he had already listed a bunch of formulas.
[Is this for real? ]
[Is woc really calculating? I don’t even understand the question! ]
[!!! Could it be that my life is saved?]
Song Yunhui lowered his head to write his own work, and when he looked up at the question, he glanced at the barrage.
He smiled as his hands kept moving. “I was pretty good at advanced math before.”
(End of this chapter)