At the beginning, Yan Yan's live broadcast room was not such a harmonious scene, but an atmosphere completely opposite to the current one.
At the beginning of the live broadcast, there were only a few barrages, and they were all sarcasm. It wasn't until Yan Yan picked up his phone to watch the barrage seriously that those taunting barrages lessened.
At the same time, a large number of question marks began to appear on the barrage, making Yan Yan's head full of question marks.
"Sisters, stop for a second, this person doesn't seem to be that kind of cub?"
"Grass, I was so scared that I left the room and took a look. I didn't go wrong!"
"Is this a relative of that guy? I can't tell what's wrong, but I just can't scold him."
Yan Yan's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and he frowned lightly and moved closer to the screen to see the bullet screens interspersed with question marks. As a result, there were fewer bullet screens.
Seeing the sudden decrease in barrage, he thought it was the netizens who had left the room, and then took a look at the number of viewers, and found that there were still dozens of people, not one missing.
After the barrage began to be silent, a long barrage suddenly appeared, to the effect that he was asked to read a modern poem and listed the title of the poem.
The long barrage was extremely conspicuous in the empty live broadcast room, and everyone saw the barrage.
Senior black fans saw this barrage and laughed meaningfully behind the screen. They all knew that the anchor in the live broadcast room dropped out of school early because of poor grades. Wrong words, let alone reading poetry.
It's not that they discriminate against people who don't study well, it's just that the anchor dropped out of school by himself, and even went to the live broadcast room of college students who are part-time anchors to sneer, saying that reading is useless, which caused many people's dissatisfaction.
Although this anchor has done more wicked things than this one, but after this incident, being uneducated has become the anchor's biggest point of ridicule.
Now this barrage makes the host read poetry, and it's obvious what he's thinking.
When the anchor speaks later, won't he know if the little beauty on the screen is the anchor who deserves to be beaten
Although the bewildered little beauty on the screen made them feel a little embarrassed, in order to know the truth, someone still posted a barrage of support.
Yan Yan naturally noticed the long barrage, and saw a few echoing barrages behind it, and he understood after a moment of thought.
It turns out that when the original host was an anchor, the content of the live broadcast was to read poems to fans.
Fortunately, the original owner is not a game anchor, otherwise he really doesn't know what to do.
Yan Yan regained his energy in an instant, switched the live broadcast interface to the search interface, and searched for this modern poem on the Internet.
First I read it roughly, and then muttered in a low voice: "There are a lot of uncommon words."
He thought that when the live streaming software was in the background, netizens would not be able to see his appearance, so he no longer controlled his expression, wrinkled his pretty face together, and tried to identify the rare words one by one.
The camera zoomed in, and the black fans saw that the exquisite facial features took up the entire screen, and they could even see every slender eyelash of the anchor.
Under such an impactful beauty, many black fans couldn't help but suffocate, and some even secretly took a few screenshots.
Seeing Yan Yan's distressed and childish expression, not only did they not feel like laughing, but they also blamed the person who made the barrage in their hearts.
What do you do with a poem with so many uncommon words? It's not enough to simply test and test, it depends on the difficulty of giving the child.
Fortunately, although there are many uncommon characters, I know all the words and inkstones.
After reading the poem silently in his mind, Yan Yan switched back to the interface of the live broadcast software, placed the poem in split-screen mode at the bottom of the screen, and then cleared his throat.
Qingyue's voice rang in the ears of netizens, like a ray of breeze in summer, driving away the heat in their hearts.
The black fans were first attracted by the listening voice, and then they focused on what he read, and were surprised to find that he did not mispronounce any of those uncommon words.
This modern poem is a lingering love poem, read by Yan Yan, it seems that a young boy is expressing his love to the person he likes, and his shyness and love can't be hidden.
The poem is not too short. After reading a poem, Yan Yan raised his eyes to look at the barrage, only to find that the barrage began to increase at some point.
"Ah, look, I found a treasure, pay attention!!"
"This anchor has too few fans. Is it possible to become a regular fan if I pay attention now?"
"Although the name of this anchor is a bit weird, his appearance and voice can make me ignore the name"
Yan Yan was stunned for a moment, and looked at his name in the upper left corner, only to find that the original host's anchor name was actually "You don't care about Master Yan's business".
The corners of his lips froze, and he quickly clicked on his profile, changed his name to the word "Yan", and then returned to the live broadcast interface, his face still a little hot.
It was too embarrassing for him to have been wearing this name in front of everyone just now.
The barrage in the live broadcast room is still increasing, most of them are praising the poem he just read, and there are barrages asking him if he is a professional in broadcasting.
Yan Yan's fair face flushed a little, he pursed his lips and shook his head: "The teacher at school thought my voice was okay, so they taught me some recitation skills."
"Is this voice okay?? Doesn't my voice make ducks smart?"
"It's a good thing you didn't meet me, the sound made me want to tie you up and let you scream all day."
"? Something is wrong with you upstairs"
"When does the anchor usually broadcast, is it broadcast every day?"
The overly active barrage made Yan Yan feel that something was wrong, so he took another look at the number of viewers, and found that the number had increased to nearly four figures.
He was surprised for a long time before he remembered to answer the barrage question.
Considering that Ji Juechuan was at home in the evening, and he had to prepare to welcome Ji Juechuan back home in the afternoon, he thought about it carefully, and replied: "Generally, it is broadcast live in the morning, not every day, but only on weekdays."
Hearing his answer, the barrage is obviously very disappointing. The traffic on weekdays is much smaller. Most of the people who appear in the live broadcast room now are fishing during working hours. They can only watch quietly with headphones on. Not addictive.
And if it is only broadcast on weekdays, that is, it is only broadcast five times a week, which is obviously not enough for them.
But they didn't mind, and soon started asking other topics. Yan Yan saw that it was still early, so he looked at the barrage of questions and answered them one by one, and pretended not to see the questions that were inconvenient to talk about.
As the number of people in the live broadcast room increased, the content of the barrage became more and more open, so there was the scene that Ji Juechuan and Lu Ji saw in the office.
Yan Yan didn't know that Ji Juechuan, whose eyes were shining green in Lu Ji's eyes, was also watching his live broadcast. After he answered the question about the sack, he was startled by the sudden bullet screen.
Seeing that the bullet screens were all talking about buying sacks, Yan Yan's long eyelashes blinked slowly a few times, feeling a little puzzled.
Why are they all suddenly buying sacks? Still want to buy green
Before he could figure it out, he saw from the window that Aunt Zhang had come back from shopping and was coming in through the iron gate outside the villa.
He hurriedly bid farewell to the netizens in the live broadcast room, saying that he was going to download the broadcast.
The group of netizens who were still obsessed with buying sacks stopped talking about sacks and said goodbye to him one after another, and there were bullet screens asking what the next live broadcast would be about.
Yan Yan thought for a while, just reading poems is indeed a bit boring, there are so many anchors on the live broadcast website, if he doesn't have some innovative content, what if the fans run away
After thinking for a while, his eyes lit up, and the corners of his lips curled up: "Next time I will show you my new bartending, it's fun."
After finishing speaking, I heard Aunt Zhang's footsteps walking into the living room, and said "See you next time" quickly, and then quickly downloaded the broadcast.
The live broadcast room suddenly fell silent, leaving only a black screen.
The two men in the office watched the live broadcast room with a black screen, and fell silent for a while.
Lu Ji didn't dare to speak out because he felt that the green light on his CEO's head exceeded the standard, for fear of being used as a punching bag.
Ji Juechuan was still thinking about the way the boy's lips curled up and his eyes seemed to have crushed the stars before he went down.
Does he smile like that to everyone
Lu Ji coughed lightly, breaking the silence:
"President Ji, shall I go back to work first?"
Ji Juechuan didn't say yes or no, he just waited for Lu Ji to walk to the door before he said:
"What is the poem that the bullet screen said?"
After the live broadcast ended, many netizens stayed in the live broadcast room to chat, and many people were discussing the poem Yan Yan read.
But when Ji Juechuan and Lu Ji started watching the live broadcast, Yan Yan had already finished reading the poem and was chatting with the barrage, and they missed the previous scene of Yan Yan reading the poem.
Lu Ji put on his smile again: "Mr. Ji, don't worry, I'll find you a screen recorder in a while, and I'll guarantee the highest resolution."
Ji Juechuan frowned: "It's working time now."
Lu Ji's smile froze, he nodded quickly on the surface and said yes, and began to count down to three two one in his heart.
Sure enough, when he counted to one, Ji Juechuan spoke again:
"Give it to me when I get off work."
Oh, he knew it.