My martial arts master is too crazy, 3000 million black fans

Chapter 5 is all about scripts and routines

It feels totally doable.

Jiang Yang's mind became active and he was already thinking about the script.

At [-] noon, the three-hour live broadcast ended.

“Popularity points: 8400”

It’s almost the same as the points gained from yesterday’s live broadcast.

I received a gift of 200 yuan.

200 a day, 6000 a month, which is no better than working part-time.

More than 800 comments.

"Are you here to be funny?"

"There will be misfortune when a man is mad."

"Why did you let me brush him?"

"Is this really going to be popular?"

"It's so ridiculous. Beat a tiger, light a lantern in the toilet, look for shit..."

“Stop embarrassing yourself [slapping you in the face] everywhere!”

"Haha, it's a joke."

"I came to see the clown."

"What a clown (crying with laughter)!"

"Nothing. (spit)"

"You drank too much protein powder [呲ya], drink less [thank you]."

"He's very good at using traffic."

Jiang Yang took a look at the comments and realized that they were all slanderous.

"Aren't you just trying to catch the traffic? There are so many black fans?" Jiang Yang picked his nose.

If it were another anchor, with so many trolls, he would have been so trolled that he would doubt his life and have a recurrence of heart disease.

Jiang Yang doesn't care.

The anti-fans... No, we cannot say that they are anti-fans, they are just netizens.

Every comment from the righteous netizens is a sign of popularity. Without them, where would the popularity come from? In turn, Jiang Yang would have to thank him.

"Old fellows, thank you for your support, bye!" Jiang Yang thanked him sincerely, waved his hand, and went home happily.

Night falls.

In a small town three kilometers away from Mentougou Village, there are night snack stalls on the street.

Four young people gathered around a table, drinking and chatting.

Jiang Yang is among the four, and the other three are his better classmates in high school.

"Yangyang, can you tell me something?" A bald, vicious-looking young man asked after drinking a glass of beer.

"I'm not going to be too pretentious. I asked my brothers to shoot a video." Jiang Yang said.

"Take a video?" Bald Gaomeng asked.

Several classmates also knew that Jiang Yang quit his job and was filming videos.

Jiang Yang nodded, "I wrote a script and need a few actors."

"We don't know how to act?" The person who spoke was a young man wearing glasses. His name was Wang Qiang.

"Yeah, how can we act?" The tall and bald man said in unison with another young man named Chen Lei.

"You don't need any acting skills, you just have to act in your true colors." Jiang Yang said with a smile.

"What script?" Gao Meng asked curiously.

"The script is very simple. Brother Meng, you are one of the leading actors." Jiang Yang continued: "It's like this. I play the role of a young man practicing martial arts in the countryside. Monk Yihu fights. Brother Meng, you and Leilei play Yihu's fans. You can't stand my behavior of using idol traffic, so you want to teach me a lesson on Monk Yihu's behalf.

So, there was a conflict and a fight between us. To my surprise, I was really good at beating you two to the ground. You looked at me with admiration and even apologized for misunderstanding me. I admire it very much, that’s what it means anyway, I still have to think about the specific lines. "

After a pause, Jiang Yang looked at Wang Qiang and said, "Qiangzi, you pretended to be a passerby and filmed the whole process with your mobile phone."

The script introduction is finished.

The expressions on the three classmates' faces were a little confused, as if they didn't understand.

"The script is too complicated, don't you understand?" Jiang Yang asked.

The three of them nodded in unison, not understanding. "Yangyang, are you filming a comedy?" Wang Qiang asked.

"It's not a comedy joke." Jiang Yang explained: "My purpose is to attract traffic. Haven't you seen the video I shot?"

The three shook their heads.

If you haven’t seen it, no wonder you don’t understand it.

"Let me show you the video I sent at Station B." Jiang Yang picked up his phone and clicked into the backend of his account at Station B. "This is the video. You will understand after watching it."

It was the video of Jiang Yang pulling up banners and touching porcelain.

"Hey, Yangyang, what are you doing?"

"Are you making a joke or are you really challenging the monk Yihu?"

"Damn it, this is the county pedestrian street."

The three of them watched the video with weird expressions.

"Half and half, I really want to challenge Monk Yihu, and I also have the purpose of gaining traffic. If Yihu really wants to fight me, I can't ask for it, but I guess I don't have any reputation now, and Monk Yihu won't follow me. I'll fight..."

"Wait a minute." Gao Meng interrupted Jiang Yang, "You said you really want to challenge the monk Yihu, right?"

"Yes!" Jiang Yang nodded, "I know Kung Fu, don't you know?"

"Are you good at kung fu?"

"It's my fault that I'm too low-key and don't pretend anymore. I have been practicing martial arts for twenty years. When I was a child, I had a master as my teacher. The master taught me a unique skill "Thirteen Taibao Heng Lian Jin Bell". I have already mastered it. I can beat the monk. Yihu is nothing to worry about." When Jiang Yang said this, his face did not turn red and his heart did not beat.

"What's your expression like?"

The three of them collectively gave Jiang Yang a look of contempt.

"You don't believe I have strength, do you? I've become a golden bell. If you don't believe me, Brother Meng, why don't you punch me?" Jiang Yang stood up.

Gao Meng shook his head, "I'm not stupid. What if I beat you and you blackmail me for medical expenses?"

Still don't believe it.

Jiang Yang chuckled, "Anyway, that's it. You guys are helping me put on a show, and I've invited you to a late-night snack. How dare you refuse?"

"Okay, I can cooperate with you in the performance, but we have agreed to treat us to a midnight snack again."

"How about a late-night snack? Treat us for a week."

"Nima, you guys are taking advantage of the situation!"

A few people talked and laughed, and agreed after a few jokes.

It was agreed to meet at Jiang Yang's house tomorrow night to rehearse the script together.

None of them have ever taken a video, so they definitely need to rehearse.

After supper was over, it was already eleven o'clock when Jiang Yang returned home.

At home, Jiang Yang studied the details of the script again.

The script looks simple, but when it comes to filming, there are so many details and it’s not simple at all.

The most difficult thing was that Jiang Yang had to defeat two classmates without hurting them.

Jiang Yang knew that his fists were no less than those of professional boxers, and ordinary people couldn't bear it. It would be bad if he accidentally hit hard and hurt two classmates.

The strength must be mastered just right.

This requires rehearsal.

While thinking about the script, Jiang Yang went online and looked at Monk Yihu's B site and his bib account.

He wanted to know if Monk Yihu knew that there was such a rural young man in Jinyang County, holding banners on the street.

Didn't see any.

The comments under Yihu’s B-station space did not mention me.

No scarf either.

It seems that Yihu doesn’t know yet, not even Yihu fans know.

It's normal. The two live broadcasts combined are watched by tens of thousands of people. This spread is too small.

"@Martial Monk Yihu, I am Jiang Yang, a young martial arts practitioner from the countryside. I challenge you as a warrior. Do you dare to accept the challenge? I am waiting for your response."

Jiang Yang smiled slightly and posted a comment under Monk Yihu's B-station space.

Don’t care if it’s useful or not, we’ll talk about it later.

I post something like this from time to time every day, @武 monk一虎, and there will always be a reaction, right?
　Ps: This book has been signed, please feel free to add it to your bookshelf collection.

　　
　
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