Country M, it was only seven o'clock in the morning.

Zhong Zhixiang sat in the lobby on the first floor of the hotel waiting for his boss to have breakfast. There was an important meeting today, and the meeting location was a bit far away, so he had to get up early.

While waiting, I played with my phone casually and happened to see the live broadcast pop-up window issued by Qingxuan. This is a small account. I have basically never followed any anchors. I took a look at the name. I remembered that it seemed that the new anchor who was so funny last night clicked in. He didn't know how to follow him. Maybe he had a slid his hand.

In addition to being funny, Zhong Zhixiang actually has a deep impression of the new anchor. Although he has pajamas and bare face, he looks better than many female anchors. He looks comfortable. In reality, he is definitely a beauty and his voice is a bit special.

What he didn't expect was that the girl was waiting to sing for herself, from afternoon to evening.

I feel stupid and stupid. I saw that the time was almost over and I was about to turn it off. After seeing that sentence, I finally decided to let someone sing a song. After all, it is not easy for a new anchor to be a student.

Who knew that this song was unexpectedly fascinated by the fact that the melody of the song was simple and contemptuous, and it was a love song with a bit of sadness.

The most important thing is that the little girl's singing skills, voice, emotions, and expressions are very good, the equipment is very simple, the microphone or the headphones comes with it, and she feels that the reverb is not tuned, which is really amazing.

I was too involved in listening, so I didn't notice that my boss was standing behind me and took away his headphones and cell phone.

Until the singing was over, the boss still held his cell phone and stared at the screen with a focused expression without blinking.

"Ask her when will it be broadcast live?"

Finally he was willing to return the phone to him. Zhong Zhixiang was a little frightened. What does the boss mean?

With a look, he didn't dare to ask too much, so he quickly held his cell phone and typed.

"Boss, she said she didn't know..." This girl is really a newbie, no, there seems to be a roommate next to her who is very knowledgeable...

"I understand!" After saying that, he turned around and left.

I have thought about thousands of scenes of seeing her again, and I have thought that I might never see you again in my life. Today, I was a little caught off guard... but it made him happy, and the missing corner in his heart was finally filled at this moment.

If you have nothing to ask for, it is enough to see her again!

How long has it been? It seems... one thousand three hundred and sixty-six days, and it turns out that I actually remember it so clearly.

He knew that for her, these thousand three hundred and sixty-six days were meaningless, because they had never approached, and she was lost before he could get close.

Looking at the boss who is far away.

Zhong Zhixiang held his phone and swallowed his saliva. What does it mean? After thinking about it, he sent out three words: I know. I didn’t dare to delay after posting, so I turned off the live broadcast software and chased after him.

On the other side of the ocean, after Qingxuan was broadcasting, he stared at the computer and watched the pictures while listening to Enbao's nagging.

"You are stupid, just that big brother just now, he will come next time. This is probably a small account. Maybe there is a big brother behind him. If the big brother is attracted by you, Xuanzi, this kind of luck will be no less than winning the lottery for a new anchor, you..."

"I can't lie..." I know when next time, she will make trouble today, just to coax this girl.

"Oh, I understand, designer Xuanda is not here." Enbao sighed with great sarcasm.

Qingxuan shook his head and laughed.

"No, Xuanzi, just from this big brother's reaction, you definitely have the potential to become a big hit on the live broadcast. The appearance is here, and you have such good talent... This is simply born for live broadcast! It's unreasonable for you to be an anchor. Do you know how much those big anchors earn in a month? How much does it earn in a year?"

Lobbying hard!

"How many?" is very good.

"Monthly income is one million, annual income is tens of millions, or even more, without wind and sun exposure, without getting up early and going to bed late, without paying attention to the intrigues in the workplace..." I was talking a little endlessly.

Qingxuan's face was still no longer visible, but he just looked at the screen and frowned slightly.

"It sounds good, and the income is considerable." But she believed that every line has its own way. It would be so easy, so it would be better to do live broadcasts. I believe that the big anchors Enbao said are rare.

"Yes, so... do you want to think about it?"

"Okay, okay, your beauty sleep is gone?" Qingxuan responded, and his eyes always fell on several pictures on the computer screen.

From the photos, it looks a bit like..., but the photos sometimes become distorted. Get up early tomorrow and go to the scene to see it. I hope she has read it wrong.

The three words "Beauty Sleep" finally made Enbao end her passionate lobbying, "Then I'm going to sleep, you'll have to rest early if you feel uncomfortable. Look at a few pictures all night. It's not dawn tomorrow, remember to think carefully."

After saying that, she went to take a shower in her slippers, thinking to herself that when she was broadcasting, she would pull Xuanzi to PK and other things, so that she could feel the live broadcast atmosphere.

At first she wasn't so motivated, but after listening to Xuanzi's singing, her thoughts changed.

If you speak up, you can beat many singing anchors on the platform.

The next morning, when Liang Enbao got up, Qingxuan was no longer in the dormitory.

The campus is very quiet in the early morning, especially in the old building, which is no longer used for teaching, but is only viewed and photographed as a witness to the school’s history.

After experiencing storms, the red bricks and green tiles at the time now look at them, and now they feel a sense of heaviness that has been settled by time.

This old building was originally a teaching building. It was blown down a corner when the war was in full swing. Later, it was changed into an auditorium when it was repaired and has been maintained to this day.

This time the school chose to hold a school anniversary event in this old auditorium, with the intention of telling everyone that YU is an old-fashioned school with all historical heritage. It has its unique sense of existence. In this school, it has cultivated generations of outstanding talents and a sense of ritual that inherits the past and opens the future. This is something that new schools cannot compare with.

She could understand the school's good intentions, but...if the school anniversary was really held here, I'm afraid... it would be bad.

It may be a bit alarmist when you say it out, but you don’t say it… It will be a big deal if something happens at that time. This time, the school will be doing it in a big way. There will definitely be many people coming. What should I do?

Looking at the old red brick building standing in front of him, Qingxuan bit his lip, and his slightly white cheeks showed a hint of disgrace.

She learned to touch her bones and kill her life with her master, not Feng Shui, but those who learn Xuanmen will more or less dabble in some other sects, because Xuanmen sometimes has interoperability, just like she saw that the man was suffering from bloody disaster the night before yesterday!

Now, she also saw the problem from Feng Shui, and she was not good at touching the bones...

The master said she was a genius in Xuanmen, but she should not learn too much, and she should not speak casually...
Chapter completed!