Become a loli idol

Chapter 76 Continue Live Streaming or Eat Melons and Chat?

Qiao Xinxin was in a trance, her hand trembled, the sharp knife slipped, it deviated from the butter block, and cut onto the cutting board with a "click".

The loss of the knife's offset course and the tingling pain from her finger instantly brought her back to her senses. Qiao Xinxin put down the knife in his hand and found that her index finger had been cut.

I saw a long and thin scratch on the pale and tender finger, and then the dark red blood inside began to flow out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

[Fuck shit!My Joe's hands were cut off! 】

【Are you all right, Jojo? 】

[Quickly pinch your finger to stop the bleeding, and then rinse it with clean water! 】

[Kitchen accident!I feel bad for Joe! 】

[I feel sorry for my Joe, I suddenly want my Joe to rest, next time for welfare or something! 】

[I agree with the idea upstairs, how about Qiao Qiao go to the room and chat with us? 】

The situation where Qiao Xinxin cut her finger was not bad at all, and it was recorded by the camera, and there were voices of worry for her in the live broadcast room. Some viewers even started to give up their benefits and asked Qiao Xinxin to rest and chat with them.

But at this moment, the person involved was focused on her fingers. She could only warm her heart with the comments she had read in her mind, but this live broadcast still had to be done!
Otherwise the material will be wasted!

Qiao Xinxin thought to herself, and quickly pinched her finger to stop the bleeding, then rinsed her finger under the faucet, wiped it with a paper towel, and she took it in to see that the wound was a bit deep.

She frowned, but when she turned her head to the camera, she smiled and said, "I'll go find a Band-Aid, wait a minute."

After Qiao Xinxin finished speaking, she turned around and left the camera's sight. The audience in the live broadcast room began to explode, and they all said in the comments that the little brother of the camera should follow Qiao Xinxin to shoot.

But how many people know that the camera brother they talk about is actually just a "flying" camera, and no one holds it up to shoot at all.

However, the camera, which was originally parked in mid-air, seemed to hear the voice of the audience, and began to shift its body to catch up with Qiao Xinxin who had just walked out of the kitchen.

And Qiao Xinxin, who only wanted to get the hemostatic stickers and go back to live broadcast, didn't feel the camera behind him.

The camera silently followed Qiao Xinxin's back, because Qiao Xinxin didn't know where the hemostatic stickers were at home, so he could only look for them in every drawer in the living room. All were photographed.

[Is Joe living in a villa? 】

[Fuck, the design and furnishings of this living room are so pretty!Really like!It doesn't match up with Joe's pink and tender room background at all, but it's so beautiful! 】

[Upstairs, my Joe's room is pink and girly, and this living room is generous and elegant, so it's naturally a different style. 】

[Qiao Qiao's family seems to be very rich? 】

[Such a house should be very expensive in city A, right?In a place like City A, where land is very expensive, having such a house should be quite rich. 】

[My Joe is wearing a small Lolita dress, looking for things in this kind of European-style home, and instantly has a sense of sight of an aristocratic loli~]

[No need to be kind, this is it! 】

During the lively chatting and guessing of the audience in the live broadcast room, Qiao Xinxin found the hemostatic sticker in the small medicine box under the TV. While putting the hemostatic sticker on her injured finger, she stood up and was about to turn around and go back to the kitchen.

Unexpectedly, she lowered her head and took two steps to look up, but was startled by the camera in mid-air. Qiao Xinxin took a step back and pointed at the camera with a surprised face, saying, "Why are you here?"

After Qiao Xinxin finished speaking, she glanced at the barrage area, and found that it was full of words praising her living room for its beauty and excuses for the camera.

[Qiao Qiao, don't be angry, we are more concerned about your injury, so we asked the camera brother to follow you to shoot. 】

[That's right, Jojo, are you okay? 】

[My Joe's living room looks so good~ porridge! 】

[Which interior designer did Qiao Qiao use?I love this design so much! 】

【Jojo, are you still making cookies?Or do you want to chat with us? 】

The audience was all concerned about Qiao Xinxin's fingers, and there were some people who were changing the topic. She looked up at the camera, thinking that the system must have blocked her from receiving comments, so that she thought she would leave the camera After a certain distance, it will not be received.

Who knew the camera was behind her, filming her living room!

Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with her living room. Qiao Xinxin also had a big heart. After telling the audience that she was okay with a smile, she waved for the camera to follow her, and went to the kitchen to continue her lemon cookies.

Seeing Qiao Xinxin's actions, many viewers began to persuade Qiao Xinxin not to go to the live broadcast. After all, if the wound touched water, it might not heal so quickly.

But Qiao Xinxin didn't respond at all... because the wound was actually nothing but a bit deeper.

She thought to herself, and explained to the audience in the live broadcast room: "It's okay, it's just a small injury, just seal it with a hemostatic tape, come on, let's continue making lemon cookies..."

She looked down at the cube of butter on the cutting board, paused for a moment before remembering where she had just gotten it, picked up the knife, pressed the butter cube with her injured hand, and then slowly and carefully cut it into cubes.

'Miss Xiuxian sent 233 sets of lollipops, and left a message: "Give me a like for Joe!"'

Miss Xiuxian sent 666 groups of candied haws, and left a message: "Compared to other anchors who are pretentious when they are injured, I, Joe, is unknown even if he hurts when he is injured!"'

'Miss Xiuxian sent 13 gothic dresses, and left a message: "From now on, the sweet anchor will watch my Joe's, okay!"'

'The person I was waiting for also sent 13 gothic dresses in Malaysia, and left a message: "As the culprit who caused the anchor to be locked in the live broadcast room last time, I said that I have been spying on the screen for a long time..."'

The person I was waiting for sent 14 gothic skirts in Malaysia, and left a message saying: "I originally wanted to send 1314 pieces to the anchor, but after thinking about the last masterpiece, I still silently sent them separately. Anchor forgive me-"'

The two people who suddenly appeared in the barrage area, their IDs instantly lit up the eyes of the audience, and they were so excited... they started to make trouble.

[Fuck, the two giants in my Qiao live broadcast room~heads! 】

[Hahaha, the two local tyrants are here! 】

[No. [-] contestant, Miss Sister, local tyrant appears on the stage, and No. [-] contestant, non-mainstream local tyrant also appears. 】

[The local tyrant's same frame makes Xiao Mengxin tremble! 】

[My Joe: There is no disturbance in my mood, and I even want to eat melons. 】

(End of this chapter)