allonlinenovel Chapter 620: Seven Deadly Sins in the Cyber Age (7)
Chapter 620: Seven Deadly Sins in the Cyber Age (7)
Looking at Ye Yuheng's back as he left, Yin Heng complained without saying a word: "Grandma, look at him, he always does what he wants. I don't know whose temper he inherited. My parents and I all have good tempers. I really hope someone can teach him a lesson."
"Don't worry, someone will cure him."
Old Mrs. Ye listened to Yin Heng's complaints quietly, with a faint smile on her face all the time.
Yin Heng felt that there was something else behind the words, but she couldn't hear it.
I only heard Mrs. Ye continue to say: "Remember to invite Miss Song to come later tomorrow. As such a talented person, grandma should think carefully about what gift to give her in return."
Yin Heng responded: "Oh."
The others were all shocked when they heard this.
Old Mrs. Ye seems easy to talk to, but since the death of Old Man Ye, everyone in the Ye family knows that she has her own persistence and principles in her bones, and she is not the kind of person who easily accepts outsiders.
In the past, when the younger generations invited friends to their home, she would treat them politely, but she had never specifically mentioned that they should prepare good return gifts like she did this time.
Could it be that this Miss Song really comes from a wealthy family that has done a thorough study of antiques from ancient times?
The Ye family made their fortune by researching antiques, and most members of the Ye family are also engaged in such work.
The fathers thought so and planned to find out the truth tomorrow.
The younger generations were more curious about what the woman who looked similar to the eldest daughter of the Song family looked like.
Song Yuesheng, who had aroused everyone's interest and wanted to meet, was currently studying the live broadcast process and precautions of this world.
Yes, that's right.
She plans to broadcast live.
The content is to draw some things that are ancient to the people of this world.
After going through so many missions, drawing some simple gadgets is still very easy.
It would be best to spread the news by word of mouth and let old lady Qin Rong see it, so as to increase the possibility of her entering the Crystal Control Tower.
The live broadcast in this world is quite special.
The confirmed live broadcast type cannot be changed unless you change your bracelet ID or use a secondary account to broadcast live.
But the latter is rarely seen due to strict live broadcasting laws.
No tip.
All the props given in the live broadcast room are obtained by netizens for free.
The host’s money is linked to the number of people in the live broadcast room, and 10,000 people can be exchanged for one Celadon Dust.
The platform takes 30% and the anchor gets 70%.
The new anchor will have half an hour of streaming, and after that it is up to the anchor's own ability to retain the number of people in the live broadcast room.
After Song Yuesheng gained a deeper understanding, he activated the live broadcast function.
Then, she wrote an announcement: occasionally chatting and reading comments, her main job is painting, and live broadcasting once every three days, from 8 to 10 pm every night.
After sending it, Song Yuesheng started drawing with the electronic pen and drawing board he bought in the mall.
Very cheap.
The two together only make five feathers.
Because in the eyes of people in the neon district, this kind of painting props that do not require technology but only hand-painted are only suitable for children to cultivate their interest in painting.
"Song Le is live streaming?!"
A voice barrage of exclamations floated across the screen.
Song Yuesheng raised his head, glanced at the glowing voice barrage, and replied: "My friend named "hu8大悟", you are wrong, I am not Song Le. Please look at the live broadcast ID in the upper left corner. "
After she finished speaking, she continued to paint with her head down.
The first half hour of traffic must be attractive.
The original owner's appearance is a natural bonus.
But this would make it easy for Song Le's fans to mislead and slander her, especially since her way of entering and leaving the entertainment industry is exactly the same.
therefore.
In order to retain viewers, you have to draw something that is presentable and eye-catching.
But for Song Yuesheng, nothing was more familiar than the Netherworld Umbrella.
Song Yuesheng picked up the electronic pen and began to outline the contours of the umbrella ribs.
The slender pen tip moves flexibly on the light board, and the lines are smooth and even.
The curvature of each rib is just right, radiating out from the handle in an orderly manner.
In the live broadcast room, barrages of comments flew like snowflakes.
Liujiahuayan: The line is incredibly steady. The host's hand must have an anti-shake function!
You opened the room: If I'm not mistaken, the anchor is holding the same painting tools as my three-year-old nephew.
I'm afraid I'll be hungry: Song Le can actually draw? !
You sent it to the landlord: "Oh my god, she is worthy of being the eldest daughter of the Song family! The painting is so beautiful!"
The black box full of holes: "The one in front, the anchor is not Song Le. I just watched the video someone else sent. She and Bai Yanzhi were in a jewelry store."
Milk tea sent a courier: "Anchor, anchor, are you Song Le's long-lost sister?"
……
After listening for a while, Song Yuesheng found the voice barrage annoying, so he turned off the sound in the background.
Next, she began to draw the umbrella surface.
Song Yuesheng tapped the color palette, picked out a green color similar to the Netherworld Umbrella, and then lightly applied it to create a soft base color.
Then she clicked on the red color and started drawing the red spider lily at a similar position.
Although there is no Nether Umbrella, but there is live broadcast.
It is always appropriate to make up some fantasy stories.
Time passed by unknowingly, and the audience in the live broadcast room were all looking at the screen quietly, deeply attracted by Song Yuesheng's creative process.
Some people guessed the name of the flower, some guessed her identity.
Some people even liked to watch the fun and madly tagged Song Le's ID.
When it was almost ten o'clock, Song Yuesheng stopped writing and carefully examined the painting on the screen, which had already reached a considerable scale.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and made the final adjustments to the pattern of the Netherworld Umbrella.
She tapped here, dragged a touch of color there, perfecting the lighting effects on the picture.
Finally, she breathed a sigh of satisfaction.
With her level, she can only draw to this extent.
Song Yuesheng clicked Save, then turned on the voice barrage, and then uploaded the completed picture to the background of the live broadcast room.
A huge red spider lily quietly blooms on the umbrella, with red and green setting off each other, creating a strong and unique visual impact.
In an instant, the live broadcast room was flooded with comments of praise such as "Too beautiful" and "Great God" that kept rolling out.
The voice comments of exclamation were piled up layer by layer.
I don’t know when the number of live broadcasters in the upper right corner rose to 22,000.
Song Yuesheng rubbed his wrist.
Much better than she expected.
She thought it was good enough that the number of people in the live broadcast room who only watched her paintings exceeded 10,000.
"Meow."
Wadang seemed to be watching her movements, and when she put the drawing board aside, it rubbed her hand with its cat head and then pressed a button with its paw.
Then, a cup of steaming water was brought over on a plate.
The times have changed.
Thanks to technology, bionic cats can do so many things.
Song Yuesheng picked up the teacup and placed it on the table, then held Wadang in his arms and petted the cat.
People in this world are not very interested in pets, so the appearance of Wa Dang did not cause a sensation in the live broadcast room.
She leaned back in her chair and looked at the live broadcast screen in the air: "The live broadcast today doesn't start until nine o'clock. I'll chat with you for a while and answer your questions first, such as why I drew such an umbrella and what the flowers on the umbrella are."
"It was an adventure indeed. I once had a dream..."
Song Yuesheng touched the cat head on the tile and began to tell the story.
"In my dream, after I died, I went to a place called Wangchuan. There was a beautiful girl who brought soup to make people forget everything before they died. There were red flowers like this all around.
She said her name was Meng Po and those flowers were red spider lilies.
If a person accidentally touches it after death, he will not even have the chance to be reincarnated..."
Song Yuesheng integrated and simplified the scenes of her interactions with Zuiyue and her mother Qiudie, and made them into a story to tell the netizens in the live broadcast room.
Because there are no red spider lilies in this world, everyone's reactions became more and more shocked when they saw the paintings and heard the stories.
The number of viewers in the live broadcast room also increased.
By the time the story was told, the number of people had exceeded 30,000.
Song Yuesheng glanced at the time of ten forty-five in the lower right corner and was about to end the broadcast when a voice barrage of exclamations suddenly floated across the screen.
"Oh my god, Wei Guang is here too!"
As soon as this barrage came out, more netizens were surprised.
Song Yuesheng clicked on the upper right corner and entered keywords to search. No one was found, but he found it in the total barrage that was updated in real time.
It's a text barrage:
You are so good at lying, it's a pity that you don't become a liar.