long love becomes ill

Chapter 174 Anyone who has a dream is amazing

The number of fans on Qing Huan's Weibo skyrocketed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and countless followers joined the ranks of Qingcai.

But fans found that their idols are really too lazy, and they haven’t posted a single Weibo for several months. On the contrary, the funny manager is jumping up and down all day. Interesting thing, the green vegetables ate the cold rice in such a deceitful way, and cried and asked for a change of vegetables!If you eat cold rice again, you will suffer from stomach problems.

Just when the fans were desperate, Doubi's agent threw out a shocking bomb, and Aidou wanted to broadcast live.

Nani?The green vegetables looked confused, their cold and mysterious idol wanted to broadcast live like an internet celebrity, did this manager grow up eating fish?

While scolding the manager bloody, they stayed in the live broadcast room a few hours in advance, secretly waiting excitedly for Idol's first live broadcast, for fear that the live broadcast room would be full, don't go.

Qing Huan's request for a live broadcast was made by herself. Zhao Kui saw that the growth rate of fans on Weibo was a bit alarming, and also saw that her little girl hadn't interacted with fans for a long time, so she wanted Qing Huan to do an exclusive interview.

Qing Huan didn't like the closed space in the studio. The interview questions and answers were written in advance. Reading lines like a puppet always felt a bit contrary to nature, so Qing Huan proposed to do a live broadcast.

The content of the live broadcast has not been announced, but the fans on Weibo are still bombarded, and the funny manager has a new topic, what do you most hope for the idol live broadcast?There are all kinds of answers below.

The live broadcast was at 1:[-] p.m., when the sun was the laziest in late autumn, and there was no one in the Li Mansion.The servants also took their lunch break.

Qing Huan set up an easel and paint pens in the courtyard of the old-style red house, while Zhao Kui was adjusting the camera of the live broadcast.At this time, the live broadcast room was overcrowded, 300 million, 330 million, 400 million, and the number of people showed a sharp increase. The camera was always fixed in a corner of the yard, facing a thick pomegranate tree.

On the pomegranate tree with luxuriant branches and leaves, there are bright and plump pomegranates falling heavily, purple red, green and lovely.

The props in the live broadcast room flew up, and rows of rocket launchers and airplane rewards crowded the screen.

"I want to eat pomegranates. Who raises pomegranates so well?"

"I'm curious about what the goddess will broadcast live. People who eat melons bet [-] cents. It's interesting."

"I beg God for popular science, where is the goddess broadcasting live?"

When it was time for the live broadcast, the camera turned slightly, and a familiar figure appeared. Qing Huan was wearing a warm white knitted sweater and gray loose cotton and linen trousers. pomegranate tree.

Another row of rocket launchers flew up, accompanied by a series of screams on the subtitles.

It turns out that Aidou draws live.

"Everything is beautiful in the goddess live broadcast, I really want to keep it."

"Hey, only our idols can elevate the online celebrity live broadcast to such a high level. Live drawing and painting, so literary and artistic~"

"Kill the monsters upstairs, watch the live broadcast carefully, it's rare to see more monsters."

"Am I the only one who thinks that idol's private server has changed to another style today? The combination of warm white and cool gray is really tasteful, and it's a proper sexual frigid style."

"Damn it, the goddess is really good at painting, I studied art."

"A liberal arts student who will die if he studies high mathematics comes to report."

"The Lanxiang excavator is here to report."

"The Goddess Harvester is here to report."

"Hehe, Goddess Harvester, anyone who has a dream is amazing."

The screen of the live broadcast has been stable and smooth. In the afternoon, the lazy sun climbed onto the easel, and when the live broadcast room was full of noise, Qing Huan had already painted the pomegranate tree in sevens and eights, and the plump red and purple pomegranates seduced the screen. drool.

Qing Huan put down the paint pen in her hand, and looked up at the pomegranate she had been thinking about for many years.

There was also slow and lyrical background music flowing in the live broadcast room. The green vegetables and all kinds of random netizens swiped the rocket launchers of the planes, chatted gags, and then watched the live broadcast with a sudden change in style.

(End of this chapter)