Song Yunhui has become proficient in the process of starting live broadcast.
He opened a live broadcast room, and then changed the name of the room to [Click to do homework]. He hesitated between [Leisure Area] and [Study Area], and then chose [Chatting Area].
The camera was pointed at an empty desk with nothing on it except for a few A4 papers and pens.
Everything is ready, he starts the live broadcast.
Because yesterday's advance notice was like a preview, many people were already waiting in advance, and many people flocked in after the show started.
Perhaps it was because it was announced in advance that today was a special study session. Although he usually didn't pay much attention to the number of viewers, Song Yunhui still noticed that the number of people coming in seemed to be less than usual.
There are fewer people, but more comments. As soon as they come in, they are densely packed and keep on scrolling. They are all in a long string and you can see several letters and numbers at a glance.
The private messages in the background kept popping up, ding-dong-donging non-stop.
These people obviously came prepared and their purpose was very clear.
Before Song Yunhui had time to say hello, he put down the pen he had just picked up, then picked up the phone beside him and turned off the private message function.
Song Yunhui's voice remained the same as usual. With a faint smile, he said, "You have quite a lot of homework."
After he finished his explanation, there was a series of barrages of comments.
What are these people regretting
It was getting late, so we couldn't continue chatting. After taking a final look at the question on the screen, Song Yun replied:
The whole morning was spent looking at and doing questions over and over again.
[Is this the chat area I know? ? This strong learning atmosphere scared me so much that I dared not continue playing. How could it be like this?]
[Can't see (shock)]
[I am looking forward to reviewing my advanced mathematics here at Doujiang]
[End, my hand speed is slow, I can only wait for the next batch]
While studying, one can be interested in anything except studying.
The second half of the draft paper finally came out, and along with it came the festive-looking bed.
After turning off private messages, messages that were previously sent but stuck still pop up from time to time.
He was drafting in all directions, and the others were originally following him, but then they stopped watching.
[My mental state is very good. It's just a few dozen pages of linear algebra questions. I can finish them very quickly. I can even do them while watching the soy milk live broadcast. Haha, my mental state is very good.]
[Help!!! It’s the final week of the death term, and there are still homework assignments before that, so why not just kill me! ]
Those who didn't catch up were regretful, and those who were wandering in the chat area and accidentally entered the live broadcast room were confused.
[??? Although, I still want to ask, did Doujiang get married while we were away? ]
[Soy milk! I can’t see it! The camera wasn’t adjusted properly, so I can’t see the second half]
"Hello everyone."
What he said before about liking to write and draw on the draft paper was not false. Now his eyes were still facing the screen, and his hands had already begun to write and draw unconsciously, listing the key information in a row.
[I'm so anxious, soy milk, look up and look at us]
[This, this, this… Is it my eyes or something else [Open your eyes wide.jpg]]
It is a sound that can easily soothe your nerves.
[I finally waited for Doujiang to talk about the topic again. It was really not easy.]
"No," he said, "the previous sheets were soaked by water, so I just changed the whole set."
While they were chatting, Song Yunhui had already started to open the first private message he had sent and read the title.
"?"
Fortunately, when Song Yunhui looked up at the question, he also glanced at the barrage.
[Oh my god, I burst into tears instantly, who stole my soy milk! ]
He was a little confused, swiped up the barrage, then turned his head to look at the sheets.
After glancing at the comments, Song Yun replied, "Private messages have been temporarily closed. Wait until this batch of questions is finished before looking at the next batch."
After taking a look at the screen in the live broadcast room, he found that he could not see the second half. He put down the pen in his hand and slightly adjusted the camera.
Some people gave the reward with a reluctant heart, saying it was just a share of the money.
In a way, this red piece is much more eye-catching than the draft paper.
[How festive! So is Soy Milk getting married? ]
He took a look and didn't know how to describe it. He always felt that these people were relaxed but also a little regretful.
"Okay, let's look at the first question."
[It’s not a lot, it’s really a lot, and it’s difficult!! I’ll leave it all to soy milk! ]
You can see their urgency.
The original topic took a sudden turn.
[Correct and to the point, chatting is the host chatting with the audience, so how come talking about the topic is not considered another kind of chatting? (covering face in pain)]
When Song Yunhui finally adjusted the camera and looked at the barrage again, he found that he could no longer keep up with the pace of the viewers in the live broadcast room.
The result of getting up early was that although Song Yunhui's mind was still working, he had actually changed from sitting up straight to doing the questions with his cheek supported by his hand, his long eyelashes fluttering down, and he yawned silently from time to time.
After finishing the last question of the first batch, Song Yun put down his pen and was about to send the second wave of private messages when there was a knock on the door.
There was a very light knock on the door, just enough to be noticed.
Song Yunhui then stopped what he was doing temporarily, stood up and opened the door.
It was Qin Shu standing outside the door.
He was holding a cup of coffee in his hand, using his usual little dinosaur cup.
The cup that he usually liked to hold with both hands seemed unexpectedly small in the other person's hands.
Qin Shu said, "I made some coffee, and I thought you might need some too."
Song Yunhui smiled, his eyebrows curved.
After delivering the coffee, the other party did not stay any longer. He turned around and left, closing the door.
Song Yunhui returned to his seat with the coffee in his hand and lazily slumped on the backrest.
He took a sip of coffee slowly, then said:
"Take a break."
Those who have been studying seriously have actually studied for the whole morning and now feel tired, so they quickly enter into a happy chatting time.
They had heard faint conversations just now, but because they were too far away, they couldn't hear them clearly, which made them feel very anxious.
[Who was that person outside just now? Is Doujiang single? ]
[Yes, I'm curious, is soy milk still single? ]
[I feel that Doujiang is rich, talented, and has a nice voice. In theory, he should have been single a long time ago. But my friends, please pay attention. This man is called Doujiang, and he has never written a song about love [狗嘴玫瑰.jpg]]
[I just say hi! Wife! ]
The coffee is hot, and the temperature is transmitted to the palm of your hand through the wall of the cup. It is not too hot, but very warm.
Song Yunhui held the coffee cup in his hand and leaned over slightly to take a look at the barrage.
His eyebrows raised slightly and his eyelashes trembled slightly in surprise. He didn't expect these people could change the topic so quickly.
He said: "I'm single and I don't plan to date."
The previous decision to take responsibility for Qin Shu is another matter.
[! That means you are still single! That’s a good relationship! I’m also single, talk to me!]
[What kind of person does Doujiang like? Tell me so I can give up.]
[Gentlemen, gossip is a common human nature. I almost fell asleep while doing the questions just now, but now I feel that there is no one in the world more energetic than me (cute cat head)]
"What kind of person do you like..."
Song Yunhui took a sip of coffee slowly and tapped his fingers casually on the table unconsciously, as if he was really chatting with a friend.
He changed his sitting position and thought for a while.
In the silence, he said:
"Maybe to be more interesting and more self-centered?"
We often hear about fun, but this is the first time that many netizens have heard of the request of “self”.
[I don’t know if it counts as interesting, but I’m sure it counts as interesting]
[End! My secret food! I don’t know if Qin Zong is self-centered or not, but it seems that she is not interesting at all [crying cat head.jpg]]
[Old cadre Qin Xiaoshu left the battlefield in tears]
[Buy external application! This is me! Honey, here I come!]
After glancing at the comments, Song Yunhui was about to say something, but then he noticed the time and realized that he had been chatting for too long, so he paused the topic.
He put the coffee aside, picked up the pen again with his right hand, and took out his mobile phone with his left hand to send a private message.
Some people appear to be chatting, but actually they send questions immediately after the private message is opened, faster than anyone else.
Those netizens who were really into chatting followed behind, looking at the private messages that had been restricted with a confused look on their faces.
Finished, have to wait for the next wave.
A cup of coffee can keep your brain going for a long time.
It was not until noon that Song Yun looked back at the time and saw a message pop up on his phone. He put down the pen in his hand and said:
"It's time for lunch. That's all for today. Study hard. Goodbye everyone."
After he finished speaking, he turned off the live broadcast so quickly that the screen went black before others even had a chance to give tips.
Song Yunhui went downstairs with his empty little dinosaur water cup.
Qin Shugang sent him a message saying it was time for lunch.
Ye Min and Qin Jianyuan are going to visit an old friend who lives in City A. They will probably stay there for two days before coming back, so there will be only two of them left at home.
In the afternoon, the two of them took Orange, who didn't want to go out, to the pet hospital for a routine check-up.
Or maybe because it had done something wrong today and had just been scolded by Qin Xiaoshu and had not had any dried fish as punishment at noon, it had become a lot more obedient. It was very resistant when going out, but very quiet when checking, and was a well-behaved kitten.
Before the test results came out, Song Yunhui and Qin Shu took a walk around the area, ate a lot of good food without telling Chengzi, took a few photos, and then returned to the hospital to get the results.
The kitten is very healthy, its weight is steadily increasing, and it is not shy. It can get close to the doctors in the hospital. When the doctor left, he kept praising the kitten for being cute.
Still carrying oranges with them, the two did not continue shopping this time, but went straight home.
It gets dark early on winter nights. By the time they get home after dinner and wash the dishes, it has already darkened and the street lights outside have come on.
Qin Shu asked Song Yunhui: "There is a small park outside the community, do you want to go out for a walk?"
Song Yunhui, who was sitting slumped on the sofa, stood up and showed with practical actions that he was going.
It was inconvenient to wear a coat and hat all the time, so today he took out his baseball cap and put it on his head again, and added a big scarf, and was ready.
Orange had no desire to go out. After dinner, he was too lazy to move and just collapsed in his bed and fell into a deep sleep.
The inside and outside of the door seemed like two different worlds. As the cold wind blew, the slight sleepiness that Song Yunhui had just felt after dinner disappeared instantly.
The small park is not too far from here. Just keep walking along the road and then take a short detour to get there.
There are few houses and people here, and they are the only two people walking on the road.
Song Yunhui still had his clothes tied in a farmer's style, with his entire neck tucked into his scarf.
Qin Shu looked down at him and then looked away.
Look down at him again.
His hands hanging in the air moved slightly, but he finally swallowed his words.
There are fewer people strolling out at night, but there are still some people. There is singing and dancing in the square in the center of the park.
In such cold weather, the only group that insists on going out for exercise every day is probably the square dance troupe.
The lights were on, the speakers were placed in the front, and there were unexpectedly many people in the small square.
Most of those dancing in the square are old men and women, jumping around in slightly thin down jackets. The others are mostly children, running around. There are young couples sitting on a bench on the side, huddled together to keep warm, and other young people who come here for some unknown reason and just sit and look at their phones.
Song Yunhui kept his peasant clothes on, and watched the old man and woman dance attentively with some curiosity.
These old men and women are quite professional. There is a lead dancer in the front and the people behind follow him.
The songs they played were very retro and rhythmic. Even when the music stopped, the melody was still playing in my mind.
Song Yunhui was curious and moved closer.
An old lady found him.
The aunt waved to him enthusiastically and said:
"Children, come and join us. It's fun to jump!"
The aunt's enthusiasm attracted the attention of other aunts, and everyone enthusiastically invited her to join them.
Song Yunhui joined the gang.
He pulled the scarf open a little to allow more air to flow, then stood behind the aunts and followed their movements, not very skillfully.
Because it was his first time dancing, his movements were often a beat slower, making him inexplicably conspicuous following behind.
Instead of being embarrassed, he looked quite funny, and there was an indescribable feeling that he didn't usually have.
The aunt next to him praised him: "You dance very well!"
Seems like an encouraging parent.
Song Yun turned around and looked at Qin Shu.
Qin Shu had already taken out his cell phone and started taking pictures before he turned his head.
In the camera, a person wearing a red scarf is facing the backlight, smiling at the camera with curved eyebrows, and the hot air he exhaled can be clearly seen in the backlight.
There was a young man in the group of old men and women, and his movements were always a beat slower. The children thought it was fun and stopped circling around the square. Instead, they stood aside and danced along.
Maybe they are not too late.
Later, more and more people came to the small square, the square dance team continued to grow, and many young people also joined in, dancing among the crowd.
Finally, Song Yun was not the only one who was slow to respond.
Among the young people, he can even be considered normal.
Some people tried to take advantage of the situation, but were laughed at by their peers, and then the situation developed into mutual ridicule.
During the intermission, Master Song, who had been tired all day, finally took off his scarf and put it loosely on his body. Then he approached Qin Shu and whispered in a low voice:
"I'll practice today, and when I learn it, I'll go home and teach you."
They practiced quietly at home and then amazed everyone in the small square.
Qin Shu cooperated with him, bent slightly, and whispered in his ear: "Okay."
The two people agreed.
But plans cannot keep up with changes.
The moment the next song sounded, Song Yunhui's body trembled, his movements froze, and then he unconsciously pulled his scarf higher and quietly withdrew from the square dance team.
He stood slightly closer to Qin Shu, but hadn't reacted yet.
He really never thought that the song he wrote would one day be turned into square dance music.
It feels like every time I step on a beat, I'm shattering the music in my head.
He could only leave with regret and get away from this place of trouble as soon as possible.
Qin Shu left with him.
After leaving the small square, there were fewer people on the road.
Song Yunhui had just jumped for a long time and felt a little hot, so he took off his scarf.
Qin Shu took the scarf consciously, which gave him enough hands to adjust his hat.
Putting down his hand that was fiddling with the brim of his hat, he looked at the small square through the shadows of the trees. After Song Yunhui returned his gaze, he looked up at Qin Shu and said:
"When we are all old men, we will be the best old men in square dancing."
Qin Shu smiled and expressed his approval of his great vision.
The night is dark, and the lights on the roadside extend out and gradually merge into a point of city lights.
Under the brightly lit buildings, the bars at night are a place for young people to vent.
It’s still the familiar booth, but there are a lot more people this time.
As the Chinese New Year approaches, people who usually travel around the country and abroad finally decide to come back here, and a few good friends decide to meet at this old place.
But this time is different from before. There are not only a few friends, but also people they brought with them.
Zhong Xu was still the one who was late.
The company becomes busier as time goes by, and employees need to work overtime, including him.
The seat, which is usually wide enough for several people to sit on, now has just enough space for two people.
"Big elites, so busy every day."
Zhang Jia was sitting in the crowd. When he saw him coming, he stood up and handed him a cup of water.
Zhong Xu took a sip.
Just like last time, pure boiled water.
Zhang Jia rubbed his head and smiled, pretending to be considerate and gentle, and said: "It's not because I see that you are a simple and simple person, but I specially moistened your throat."
"How to say."
A man looked behind him repeatedly for several seconds, but didn't see any other figures. He widened his eyes slightly and asked in confusion:
"Brother Zhong came alone?"
As soon as he said this, the others also looked back.
There was indeed no one in sight.
Today's party is different. It is their old tradition that they would bring their boyfriends or girlfriends here, whether they are real or fake, to introduce them to other people.
They will tell in advance in the group whether the person they brought is real or fake. Now the leaders are pushing hard. If you don’t bring someone home for the New Year, you will be criticized for a long time. Some people didn’t expect to be criticized by their family and relatives. They brought a temporary girlfriend or boyfriend home. The two of them cooperated with each other or hired unilaterally. This is fake. If it is real, you should get to know each other, so as to inform everyone and ask them to bear with it. If it is fake, you have to get familiar with each other to avoid running into each other at a banquet and not recognizing each other, so that others will notice something.
Zhong Xu didn't say anything when the matter was explained in advance in the group, but in light of the recent news, they assumed that the other party would bring people, and they also thought about saying hello.
They normally wouldn't call someone to ask if they were in a relationship for no reason. They felt that if someone like Zhong Xu really had nothing to do, he wouldn't spread these news for no reason. They guessed that the other party must have been doing something recently.
As a result, when they were ready, the other party came alone.
It was somewhat unexpected.
Zhang Jia sat down again. Without looking at Zhong Xu's face, he lowered his eyes and saw that he still had the torn scarf around his neck.
The other person took off his scarf, folded it and put it in his bag, then took a glass of real wine and took a sip.
This is a tacit acknowledgement that he did come with someone.
Several boyfriends and girlfriends, real or fake, looked at this person who seemed to be out of tune with the people around him.
A leader in upper society, an irrefutable elite, he seems to be at a distance from everyone when he has no expression.
Zhang Jia asked him why he didn't finish drinking the water he had worked so hard to pass to him. He loosened his tie, leaned back on the sofa, and smiled lazily.
His smile was instantly right.
It turns out that people of different types can't sit together.
When everyone arrived, several people with their families introduced themselves to the people around them, and after a round of wine circulation, the atmosphere instantly became lively.
Several of the borrowed boyfriends and girlfriends found reasons to leave, and the rest of the people were more relaxed.
After drinking, everyone started talking. Someone asked Zhong Xu:
"Why are you still single this year? Are you really planning to spend the New Year with your work?"
Among them, the one who was being urged the most was probably Zhong Xu. Many people were staring at him, wanting to see what he was thinking.
They have always thought that the other party was interested in Song Zishu from the Song family, and had protected him openly and secretly for many times. The latest news was also about the two of them, but judging from the other party's current attitude, it doesn't seem to be the case.
Zhong Xu still said the same thing: "Let's talk about it next year."
The person who asked said, "It's already a new year, bro."
"Don't just blame me. It's a new year now, so get your own affairs sorted out first."
Qin Shu took another sip of wine, cursed with a smile, then stood up and walked towards the bathroom.
As soon as he left, the person who spoke after him was surrounded and attacked.
It wasn't because of anything else, it was mainly because he didn't get anything out of me by asking two questions in a row.
They also thought that if Zhong Xu had a target, they could help pursue him. If the other party kept his mouth shut, they would just give up a little bit - but not this kind of scraping-like giving up.
Zhang Jia made a fuss and then stood up too.
Sure enough, Zhong Xu was no longer in the bathroom. He ran to the bar behind the dance floor and sat drinking. A man just left beside him and his face did not look well.
Zhang Jia sat down next to him and said, "Isn't this the man hired by Xiao Chen? His eyes are quite accurate."
He also asked the bartender for a drink and lowered his voice a little, saying:
"I heard that Song Yun didn't come back this year?"
Zhong Xu looked at the wine swaying in the glass and said "hmm".
This is a difficult matter.
Zhang Jia asked again: "Do you know where he is? If he doesn't come back, you can go find him. You two can't delay this. What if he thinks it's over and finds Qin Shulian..."
"I can not find him."
This time, Zhong Xu didn't pull out the same smile as before, and said, "He forgot to leave me a way out this time."
In the past, at the end of every conflict, the other party would give him a way out and then return to normal.
But it seemed like he forgot this time.
(End of this chapter)