Putting aside those messy thoughts, Jiang Li put the stand holding the phone aside, adjusted the camera angle, and then took Lin Luo's phone and clicked into his live broadcast room. Jiang Li concentrated on writing and started his live broadcast career. .
As soon as the pen tip touched the paper, she remembered something important again, so she put the brush on the inkstone, picked up Lin Luo's cell phone, and ran to the group to send a message.
Although the group is deserted now, with few people talking all day, but if you shout, what if someone comes?
"How's it going? Is there any audience coming in?"
Lin Luo wiped her hair and came out of the bathroom. She had just taken a shower and had a fresh smell on her body, which made Jiang Li couldn't help but look at him sideways.
Then her eyes rested on his neck, where his Adam's apple was protruding and there were a few drops of water that had not been wiped dry.
It was a bit weird. She didn't know where the illusion came from. She felt that this look was inexplicably attractive.
Jiang Li moved his eyes away and looked down again. Now that the weather was getting hotter, Lin Luo was wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt. She couldn't see anything in her clothes, but her mind was inexplicably reminded of his naked upper body just now. appearance.
She didn't dare to look at it this time, pursed her lips, put her eyes back on the paper, and continued writing with the brush in hand.
Seeing her staring at him for a while, and then looking away without saying a word, Lin Luo felt confused. What did she mean by ignoring people?
He walked over and looked down at the phone screen, and then he was slightly surprised by Jiang Zi. There were actually six people in the live broadcast room.
Excluding myself, there are five.
It seems a bit small, not to mention compared with those big anchors, even compared with those small anchors, it can also be said to be bleak and pitiful, but after all, this is the first live broadcast, and the broadcast is such boring calligraphy content, and it has just been It wasn't long after it started airing, and she still hasn't shown her face.
Another thing is that the platform for her live broadcast is not dedicated to live broadcast, it is Douyin.
It's really good to have five people come in to see it.
Sometimes he accidentally clicked into the live broadcast room of those black stocking female anchors, and there were only a few dozen viewers inside.
Don't tell me, her live broadcast seems to be really up to something. It's not guaranteed.
Lin Luo was thinking about it when he heard Jiang Li say: "I shouted in the fan group. At first, more than ten people came, but they all left one after another, and now there are only a few left. .”
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Oh, if you have fans shouting, then it’s okay.
Let’s just say, who would watch this boring calligraphy live broadcast?
I always think good things, but those who have survived always think this industry is very easy, and they can make a lot of money casually, which gives people the feeling that I can do whatever I want.
But that's what it takes to get through it, while the other 99% of people can't even get out of the waves.
Of course, Jiang Li may not want to make a lot of money. Based on Lin Luo's understanding of her, she most likely wants to find something to do. Making money is one aspect, and the other aspect is that she doesn't want to be idle all day long.
Or is there something else, such as wanting to save for a dowry?
[Jiang Jiang didn’t speak. There was no sound at all in the live broadcast room. Of course those people left. 】
[But we persisted until the end and finally heard Jiang Jiang’s voice. 】
【It’s actually Shao Yuyin. 】
[Tell me a few more words, I still want to hear it. 】
Looking at the barrages popping up one after another in the live broadcast room, Lin Luo knew that Jiang Li had dismissed his previous instructions as farts and failed to retain the audience.
Of course, there are also reasons for this, which is different from other live broadcast rooms. As soon as you enter, there is an anchor named Balabala who keeps talking there and playing various background music. Even if there is no audience in the live broadcast room, there will be a lively feeling here.
Lin Luo didn't provide background music for her just now, so the entire live broadcast room was quiet, with only the rustle of the brush touching the paper, and the boredom level increased several levels.
"The water friends in the live broadcast room want you to talk. You can chat and interact with them."
Jiang Li took a brush and dipped it into the inkstone, "But I don't know what to talk to them about."
"Just talk, whatever you want to say."
At this time, more than ten people poured into the live broadcast room. Maybe someone in the live broadcast room shouted in the group, and this group of people ran back again.
"When you see someone coming in, you have to say something to welcome them."
"How to welcome?"
Lin Luo sat down next to her and said, "Welcome to the live broadcast room."
"that's all?"
"What if?"
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Jiang Li was silent for a moment and then said, "Welcome everyone to the live broadcast room."
Lin Luo felt that this was purely the kind of person who complicates simple things, but this look was a bit silly and cute.
And someone in the live broadcast room was already saying, "I feel like Jiang Jiang is stupid. He doesn't even know how to welcome him. If he has never eaten pork, he must have seen pigs running away. Have he never watched other people's live broadcasts?" 】
"Well, I've never watched the live broadcast."
Not to mention watching live broadcasts, she is restricted from watching even short videos, and she is still in teen mode.
[It’s unimaginable that it’s been 4042 years and there are people who haven’t even watched the live broadcast. 】
[There are many people who haven’t watched it, and I never watch the live broadcast. 】
[Jiang Jiang shows his face. I want to see what you look like. I’ll give you a gift. 】
Seeing this barrage, Jiang Li stopped the brush in his hand and glanced sideways at Lin Luo. Lin Luo was also looking at her and immediately shook his head.
What you can get for gifts is nothing more than a dime gift for being careful. Not to mention being careful, even if you buy a sports car or an airplane, you won't show it.
Ah, go for Carnival. Carnival can consider it.
After all, it’s expensive and one can earn thousands.
Seeing that the host did not accept the challenge, the one who said he would give gifts to the person who wanted to show his face showed a set of cautions, but did not force it anymore and continued chatting with other people in the live broadcast room.
Small live broadcast rooms have this advantage, unlike those large live broadcast rooms where there are so many bullets that it seems like they are swiping the screen, and there are also various lucky bag activities that make people type on the public screen, which is dizzying at first glance.
While this is said to be a live broadcast room, it can actually be used as a chat room, where viewers can chat with each other like friends.
Jiang Li picked up the brush and wrote his own words without participating. He let them chat there, while Lin Luo responded from time to time so that the audience in the live broadcast room would not feel too quiet.
"Play a song, okay, wait, I'll play it for you."
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Lin Luo operated the mouse and randomly found a popular song list and clicked to play it. The first song was "Lanting Preface", which surprisingly matched the live broadcast room. The viewing experience was immediately improved by several levels - although there may not be many people watching. Jiang Li writes calligraphy.
"Yes, we live together. We are lovers, not brothers and sisters. Let's give up."
Hearing this, Jiang Li couldn't help but stop writing and look over. Lin Luo asked, "Am I wrong?"
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Quite right.
Not only are they living together, but they are also sleeping in the same bed.
PS: I didn’t think it was necessary to write this chapter, but I felt that jumping back would be too abrupt without writing it. I have to explain it at least. Okay, okay, I’ve finally finished coding, and I’m going to bed.
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