After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Chapter 974 Ink
Feng Yin hurriedly entered the classroom, nodded hurriedly with the other four bosses, and politely entered the classroom to prepare for class.

The four people at the door didn't want to interrupt others, so they had to leave temporarily.

Go master Shui Musheng, his eyes full of smiles, obviously understood Feng Yin's tricks.

But under the influence of some filter, the more he looked at Feng Yin, the more he liked it.

The four people left the door of the classroom, rarely leaving without finishing their meal. At Shuimusheng's suggestion, the four people found an empty classroom and watched Feng Yin's live broadcast.

"That's it, right? What does the million plus above mean?"

"It seems to be the number of people."

"So many people are looking at this little girl?"

The four of them obviously didn't know much about live broadcasting, but the three cobblers were like Zhuge Liang, so the four of them slowly studied and understood it.

In the live broadcast room at this time, Feng Yin was facing the camera.

The layout of the classroom is similar to that of the cooking class, except that the table is replaced by a desk with paper, ink, pen and inkstone on it.

Everything was as Feng Yin said. She did not reveal any information about Xu Mingshan. Xu Mingshan's lecture could be heard in the live broadcast room, but Feng Yin was the only one on the screen.

Feng Yin chose the desk at the back, with a wall behind her.

Next to Feng Yin was Zhang Bo'er, who came to join the class.

There are sixteen students in the entire classroom, including Zhang Bo'er and Feng Yin.

However, the fourteen people in front are a little older, and some of them have gray hair.

But everyone looked very energetic, and they looked like they had a high pension.

Of course, this was Feng Yin's inner complaint.

"Okay, I'll give everyone time to write. Remember what we just said, let's get started."

Xu Mingshan's lectures were profound and simple. He didn't talk about how to develop your own style or write your own character. He just taught the basic knowledge of horizontal and vertical directions and the movement of the pen. Not much was taught about the content. After the explanation was almost complete, everyone started grinding and getting ready to write.

"Boss, use this - how do you know?"

Zhang Bo'er, who wanted to offer the treasure, paused and looked at Feng Yin's grinding posture.

"Hey - what am I thinking about."

Zhang Boer came over with a smile, stood next to Feng Yin and said: "Boss, you don't know, when I first came to class, I asked Teacher Xu for ink. At that time, I thought Teacher Xu's face was darker than the ink."

Feng Yin was amused by Zhang Bo'er and could imagine the scene at that time.

As for why Zhang Boer wants ink, I can only say that he doesn’t know much about pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

In Zhang Bo'er's impression, the ink must be poured out before writing.

As for grinding, Zhang Boer has really never experienced it.

"Although you haven't written anything, you have probably watched many TV series. When many young masters are writing, aren't there a little maid or a beautiful lady beside them to polish them?"

After Feng Yin finished speaking, he heard Zhang Bo'er say: "Boss, you are too inattentive to watch the TV series!"

"We've already watched the TV series, who wants to watch that!"

【Hahahahaha! Zhang Boer is right! 】

[That’s right, watching Feng Yin get beaten up makes me feel a little inexplicably happy. 】

[If it were me, I would probably have to ask for ink and know about grinding, but I always thought that the ink was poured in and ground with a stone. 】

[Me too, I can only say that at our level, we don’t need grinding yet. 】

Netizens were very happy to see the interaction between Feng Yin and Zhang Boer, and the interaction was very joyful.

But as he talked, there were fewer comments. It turned out that Feng Yin had just finished writing.