Open your eyes, yawn, play on your phone.
Familiar broad daylight.
Chen Xing rubbed his eyes and browsed Station B for a while. When he gradually woke up, he noticed that there were many private messages in the small mailbox in the upper right corner. When he clicked on it, he realized that the video he sent last night had received a lot of messages.
[I want to save the generation here - Zhang Guimei]
The video is 21 minutes long.
90,000 views, 47,000 likes, coins...
Damn it!
63,000?
There are actually more coins than likes. Is this something that can happen at Station B?
Chen Xing rubbed his eyes again. He was a little doubtful that he had not woken up. If he could reach this kind of data in one night, then during the day, all kinds of data must not explode?
Get up, take a shower, and then look at your phone.
That’s right.
He has also posted two videos before, but the total number of coins in the two previous videos was less than 60,000 coins.
Many people who have seen Chen Xing's video know that this photographer is very powerful, and the photos he takes have the power to stir people's hearts. But in the end, Chen Xing is just a newbie, and he has only been in the industry for a few days. Video Only two were issued in total.
Newcomers, new videos, and a niche category, so the traffic has not been high.
The fan conversion rate is pretty good, there were more than 80,000 fans before, but after the video was released last night, it has now exceeded 100,000 fans.
Chen Xing sat on the bed, wanting to see what the netizens were saying, but suddenly stood up.
"Did I forget something?"
Of course he knew he had forgotten something because he had already remembered it.
I packed my things and hurried downstairs, looking at the time.
Because he set the alarm clock, he got up at seven o'clock today, but after turning off the alarm clock, he habitually squinted for a while. In addition, the video distracted his attention, so he suddenly forgot to go to school. matter.
It's almost 7:40 now, and I don't know if it's too late to go there now.
He didn't know what would be worth shooting in the school, but since he had decided to go, Chen Xing would not change his decision easily. He had to go to the school to take a look anyway, and Teacher Zhang Find out what the people in the photography studio are talking about.
Mysterious, Chen Xing hates the Riddler.
There are very few passers-by. Except for two or three young people running in the morning, most of them are elderly people doing morning exercises and students carrying schoolbags to school.
They saw a man carrying a big bag running at a sprint speed of 100 meters.
"Fuck! This young man!"
"You're in great shape."
"Just as energetic as when I was younger."
"Are you going to catch a train?"
"So handsome!"
Some of the boys noticed that all the girls looked like nymphos, and they suddenly realized.
It turns out that girls like men who run fast.
Now go practice running!
It only took Chen Xing ten minutes to run the distance of two kilometers while carrying a heavy load. When he arrived at the destination, he didn't feel very tired. He was just panting slightly and still had plenty of strength.
He touched his belly.
I just feel a little hungry, small problem.
Just as he was about to walk towards the school gate, he heard a tidy voice coming from inside.
"I was born for mountains, not streams."
"I want to stand on the top of the mountains and look down at the mediocre ravines."
"I was born to be a hero, not a mediocre person."
"I stand on the shoulders of great men and look down on humble cowards."
Chen Xing had already reached the school gate and saw the scene inside through the iron gate.
Hundreds of students stood in the playground. The red uniforms were like red flags flying high in the air. Teacher Zhang Guimei stood on the podium and looked at the hundreds of students with firm eyes for an unknown number of times. students.
This was just an oath taken by a group of high school students, but it made Chen Xing's eyes red inexplicably.
Chen Xing has read many books in the past few years, but this is the first time he has experienced the power of words.
This is an oath and a pattern.
Teacher Zhang standing on the rostrum is a parent, the mother of children in the mountains. Chen Xing envied them for being born in such a place but having such a teacher and such a mother.
Everyone has a copy.
Maybe it really can be done.
Only under her leadership could the Huaping Girls' High School be like a dragon today.
Chen Xing didn't even take out his camera at this time. He missed recording such a scene, but he was not discouraged.
It was good to have it captured, but even if the photo didn't come out, he still felt the impact of the image and the emotions surging deep inside him.
"I was born into a mountain, not a stream..." Chen Xing muttered in a low voice, turned around and left.
There is no need to see Teacher Zhang. Chen Xing knows that Teacher Zhang is usually very busy and still working despite being ill. There is no need for him to cause trouble to others. Moreover, he feels that the purpose of coming here has been achieved, so what else is there to do? ?
Come with pleasure and return with all pleasure.
On the way, I saw a Michelle Bingcheng store that had just opened, and a young lady was wiping the counter.
Chen Xing walked in and asked, "I want to order 700 cups of milk tea. Can you do that?"
"Huh? Seven hundred?"
Regardless of admiring Chen Xing's beauty, the young lady was instantly frightened by the number seven hundred.
"Well, for the students of Girls' High School."
There are more than 600 students in the school, plus more than 20 teachers, so 700 cups are enough.
Big customer!
The young lady smiled brightly and said while smiling: "Okay, okay, hahaha, handsome guy, you are so kind. You even give students milk tea. Where are you from? Do you have any requirements for milk tea?"
"Peach Seasons Spring, as for the request..." Chen Xing touched his chin habitually, "I have ordered so many, can you make it cheaper?"
"Okay, okay!"
The young lady was afraid that the business would be ruined, so she said quickly.
"But the ingredients may not be enough. Do you want to change some other flavors? Our Peach Shake is also good, many students like it, and the price is the same. The original price is seven yuan, so how about it being cheaper than one yuan per cup?"
She was new to starting a business and didn't know much about it, so she figured she would get a piece of the pie if she could make money.
If you are someone with more social experience, you can see that Chen Xing is more firm in his speech and is not the kind of customer who just leaves if he says it is not cheap.
"OK."
Chen Xing thought it didn't matter, as long as it wasn't cheap.
It’s only seven hundred yuan anyway.
The video he shot here yesterday earned him almost 700 yuan in incentives this night. This video alone should be able to earn him more than 3,000 to 4,000 yuan, and if he posts a little more, it will be considered a little bit of his own appreciation.
After Chen Xing paid the money, he ignored it and went directly to the station to take the bus.
There is no train station in Huaping. If Chen Xing wants to go back, he must first take a bus to the nearest train station before returning to Sichuan Province.
Alas, it’s another whole day of riding in the car.
When Chen Xing walked to the station, he also called Teacher Zhang to communicate. Otherwise, someone would give hundreds of cups of milk tea for no reason. Teacher Zhang would probably be puzzled for a long time. He could just explain that this was the money he earned from shooting the video yesterday.
Teacher Zhang also responded very simply.
"Let me thank you first on behalf of the children."
"It should be."
After hanging up the phone, Chen Xing clicked his tongue.
He is a child himself, so he sounds like an uncle.
An hour later, every student in the school, including the teacher, was holding a cup of milk tea. After learning from Teacher Zhang who gave it to them, the image of the boy they saw in the cafeteria yesterday became clearer in their minds.
Another hour later.
Song Shulan rushed to school
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