Let you broadcast live! But you let the koi go beyond to kill pigs?

Chapter 19 In the live broadcast room, 5 people count bamboo shoots together
Zhang Chaoyue's live broadcast room.

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

The sun is slanting to the west, but it has not yet set, it is only hanging on the top of the mountain.

The reflected sunlight, after being filtered by the bamboo forest, leaves speckled shadows on the rough bluestone slabs.

The stone road is winding, extending deep into the bamboo forest and winding up the mountain.

Zhang Chaoyue was walking on the stone road with a big bamboo basket on his back and a big bamboo basket in his hand.

The water vapor evaporated at noon gradually condenses on the stone pavement and the bamboo stems and leaves on both sides as the temperature drops, making it even more wet and green.

The moss marks are green up and the grass is green.

There are no people in the empty mountain, but footsteps can be heard.

Zhang Chaoyue walked forward, the film crew followed behind, and the camera did not dare to leave her back for a moment.

Because, the number of people online in the live broadcast room started to grow slowly again!
"The scenery here is so beautiful, I can see it all day..."

"The scenery is really good, but the camera is always facing Zhang Chaoyue. Tell me, can you look at the scenery for a whole day, or can you look at Zhang Chaoyue for a whole day?"

"Don't be so vulgar, don't you think that Zhang Chaoyue has already integrated into the landscape? This is the person swimming in the painting."

"Zhang Chaoyue is so beautiful, like an ancient fairy. The only pity is that the big basket and bamboo basket are a bit in the way."

"It's very good that a woman who is out of the dust and vulgarity actually does hard work."

"Fuck, there are still people who feel sorry for Zhang Chaoyue for doing hard work. When you were slaughtering pigs before, you yelled more than anyone else!"

"Hey, who would have thought that such a slim and ancient girl would kill a pig like hemp with a knife in her hand. The picture is so beautiful that I dare not look at it."

"Big-breasted brother, you are already on the top ten list, and the online time is full, so you dare not watch it? You really didn't miss anything."

"As expected of Zhang Chaoyue, the pig-killing girl. If someone else came, they wouldn't even be able to lift these two big baskets."

"Is there a possibility that not only them, but also us big men can't mention it?"

"..."

For a moment, there was silence in the live broadcast room.

Zhang Chaoyue searched for a while, then walked down the bluestone road and came to the bamboo forest.

The bamboo forest here is not dense, and the soil mixed with fallen leaves under the feet is moist, but it does not sink the feet.

In the shot, Zhang Chaoyue put down his back basket and the bamboo basket in his hand, and searched for the bamboo roots.

After a while, she bent down, half squatted, twisted skillfully, and a thick bamboo shoot appeared on her white little hand.

The bamboo shoots are covered with layers of bluish-purple skins, with some condensation on them, making them look very fresh and tender.

The rural style is ancient, with green bamboos and simple stone slabs.

A woman in white, with a plain face like snow, is as clean as water.

The live broadcast room suddenly became lively again.

"Zhang Chaoyue came here to pick bamboo shoots."

"Ah, I really want to be a bamboo shoot in her hand!"

"Line up, I'll go first, bamboo shoot No. [-] will report!"

"..."

The members of the film crew all opened the live broadcast room.

They suddenly found that Zhang Chaoyue's audience in the live broadcast room, the growth rate of online numbers accelerated again.

Although the range is not large, it is too obvious compared with other live broadcast rooms.

In the live broadcast room of other guest members, except for a few who are working, the number of people is constantly declining.

And those few who worked hard, they all worked very hard.

Jia Ling's live broadcast room is mixing in the blind date of his younger siblings.

What northeast sweet girl,
What a big scumbag,
A large Northeast comedy special.

Unsurprisingly cheerful, but lacking a bit of novelty in the live broadcast room.

Yu Qian called the little fat man, and the two talked about cross talk while fishing.

This is a two-pronged approach, and it has the double attraction of fishing guys and cross talk fans.

Especially with the influx of a large group of air force, the online number of Yu Qian's live broadcast room increased, second only to Jia Ling.

However, these two have exhausted all their skills.

As for Zhang Chaoyue, she was just picking bamboo shoots!

No pigs killed, no pigs killed, no pigs killed!
Say the important thing three times!

Without killing the pigs, the number of people in the live broadcast room has already surpassed those two combined.

If this is killing pigs, what's the deal?

This also shows that Zhang Chaoyue has a high degree of fan stickiness in the live broadcast room.

An assistant voiced his guess.

Another film crew member sneered: "Is there a possibility that the LSP content is too high?"

On Yu Qian's side, he was chatting with Xiao Yueyue while bragging about his superb fishing skills.

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't have half a fish in the fish basket, the audience would have believed it.

"Qian'er, don't brag. You are just like us. You only have an air force. Watching you fish is better than watching Zhang Chaoyue pick bamboo shoots."

"Looking over there, I feel that the live broadcast room here is a bit noisy. Xiao Yueyue, it's fine if you don't talk."

"..."

Yu Qian has been paying attention to the number of people in his live broadcast room.

He is very interested in this game.

He was unconvinced when he saw the barrage swiping the screen.

"What's so interesting about picking bamboo shoots, and she didn't kill the pig and unload the pig's head."

"I don't believe this is so good, it can look better than my fishing? Come, come with me to see, can you still pick flowers from bamboo shoots?"

Yu Qian took the phone and clicked into Zhang Chaoyue's live broadcast room.

"One."

"Another one."

"..."

"Ten."

"Fifteen."

"Crack, click..."

The barrage in the live broadcast room was full of bullets, and it was flying up, and it turned out that everyone surpassed and broke bamboo shoots a few times!
5 people, accompany Zhang Chaoyue to break bamboo shoots and count bamboo shoots together!

Yu Qian really has seen such a grand occasion for a long time.

He muttered: "It can be seen that the audience in this live broadcast room all graduated from kindergarten and can count."

But after watching it for a while, he felt quite relieved, and before he knew it, he started counting along with him.

In Yu Qian's live broadcast room, there were more than 4 online users, but in an instant, more than 5000 people were reduced.

These people naturally went to Zhang Chaoyue's live broadcast room.

And those who remained were also teasing Yu Qian.

"Qian'er, don't pretend, you're still pretending to count, can't you just look at other girls' good looks, and you can't move your eyes?"

"Did you see it? Last time you scalded your head, it was not as good as someone else unloading a pig's head, and you still didn't accept it. This time, your fishing is not as good as someone else's picking bamboo shoots. Let's see what you have to say."

Yu Qian saw the barrage in the live broadcast room, felt a little embarrassed, and argued:
"I haven't caught any fish. If I catch more, you have to count them too, one, two, three."

"Fishing is much more strenuous than picking bamboo shoots. It's purely dependent on the sky and luck. The bamboo shoots grow on the ground, and it's not easy to break them off."

The barrage in the live broadcast room below flew up.

"Qianzi, is there a possibility that it has nothing to do with fishing and breaking bamboo shoots, simply because Zhang Chaoyue is beautiful and you are ugly?"

"Look at your side, there are two greasy middle-aged and young people, and there are slender and beautiful girls over there. LSPs vote with their feet."

"Brother Qian, don't listen to their nonsense, I support you, I will go to Zhang Chaoyue's live broadcast room to call someone for you."

Hula, another wave.

Yu Qian glanced at Xiao Yueyue next to her, sighed and said, "Look, it's all your fault, you're ugly."

Xiao Yueyue can't laugh or cry, can this also be my fault?

I'm not younger than you?

Am I not whiter and cleaner than you?

(End of this chapter)