Divine Star System

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Song Renping stopped talking, and his teachers were too big-eyed and didn't want to participate.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little awkward, Li Yunliang knew that everyone needed to find a step at this moment. If he didn't speak, things wouldn't be easy to resolve. With a decision, he said, "Mr. Song! The child, after all, is still small. I think the two sentences of criticism are okay. We still need to give priority to education, supplemented by supervision and criticism. So let him go back first, and I will help later Look at it diligently, and try not to get you in trouble. "Speaking of this, turned to look at Zhang Yu, the fake face stubbornly said," Zhang Yu! Quickly admit to Song Song. I will go to class later Pay attention to the lectures and don't keep messing with the teacher. "

After hearing this, Zhang Yu said, "Sorry, Mr. Song! Next time, I must pay attention to the lecture, look more at physics and less history."

As soon as Song Renping heard these words, he couldn't get upset about one place, but still looked at history less. Is this what you call admitting wrong, do you admit it so. However, thinking about Li Yunliang's meaning, he also knew that Zhang Yu was not easy, so let him go first, and then wait. Thinking of this, he reluctantly nodded and said, "So let's do it!" At the same time, he waved his hands and came out of sight.

Zhang Yu saw this and said, "Good-bye teachers, then! I'll go back! This history book, I took it!" After finishing, I didn't wait for the other teachers to say anything, took the history book and turned away. .

Until Zhang Yu left the classroom office and the door was closed again, Song Renping turned to Li Yunliang and said, "Mr. Li, what is the background of this child?"

The rest of the teachers were also interested when they heard what they said! All looked at Li Yunliang.

"This ..." Li Yunliang thought for a while, and smiled bitterly: "I don't know the leader in the middle, and it's not easy for me to comment! If I have a chance in the future, I can figure it out and tell you."

A small storm passed.

Although things have passed, the follow-up story is far from over. The news of the office trail surrounding a student has never been broken. Almost all teachers know that it is not easy to have a kid named Zhang Yu in class 12 The background is great.

The stress of studying in high school is very high, especially in such key high schools, the learning pressure is even greater. The students can't get away almost all day, from morning to night, from white to black, from the sun to the sunset, to study every moment.

Maybe for those elite students, although the study pressure is great, after all, they can accept it, and they have become accustomed to this learning style and lifestyle. But for a leisurely person like Zhang Yu, it's not easy. After all, people do n’t understand what they are talking about. Compared to other people ’s hard work, they just follow soy sauce. Except for some subjects that require rote memorization, other subjects that need to be looped from elementary school to university, they have really become blind, and now if there is no one-on-one explanation by the teacher Even if you have a good memory, you can learn enough.

After school in the afternoon, Zhang Yu hurried home ... because there are still things to do. I bought two bags of instant noodles on the way, and I plan to mess around again.

Zhang Yu opened the door and saw her mother Yu Meixiu was already at home. Feeling a little strange, saying, "Mom! Why are you back?" To know his mother works in a suburban clothing factory, is the workshop director. It is not too early to come back during the off-season. Besides, it is the peak production season at present, and sometimes it is normal to not return once every ten days and a half months. At this moment, it should be the peak production season, and Zhang Yu was a little surprised at home by her mother at this time.

"Of course I don't worry about you! Didn't you go to school on the first day today?" Yu Meixiu stopped cooking at hand, with a concerned expression on her face, and said, "How is it? Smooth?"

Zhang Yu put down the instant noodles in his hand and said, "Success! Of course, smooth. You don't look at your son's popularity!"

Yu Meixiu said, "How is your teacher doing to you?"

"Okay!" Zhang Yu nodded and said: "The teacher is good to me! In a harmonious atmosphere, the two sides exchanged views with each other, based on the principles of mutual respect and mutual sovereignty and independence. I joined for ten years a year The major events of the second class had all-round, multi-angled exchanges, and reached a lot of consensus after the meeting. They also promised verbally that they would take special care of me. By the way, mom, is the meal good, I am hungry. "

"Nonsense!" Yu Meixiu smiled, and the worry under her heart disappeared: "It will be all right now! You can sit and wait."

Yu Meixiu continued to cut vegetables, but felt a little strange under her heart. Since his son almost lost his life to save people, this character also seems to have changed people. Could this person change a little when he died? Anyway, since the son was ten years old and his dead ghost dad disappeared silently, the happy son became silent, and seemed to have no interest in anything. Looking at it now, it seems that the saddest time has passed. Thinking of this, Yu Meixiu's heart that has been suppressed for a long time is gradually opened, and the speed of cutting vegetables is much faster than usual.

Zhang Yu returned to his room and turned on the computer. His important job at the moment is to apply for becoming a anchor on the Feilong Live Broadcasting Platform.

Zhang Yu previously had an account on Feilong.com, but it was just an ordinary member. When he wanted to apply to become a anchor, he was in trouble. Although I already have an identity card, but I am under 18 years of age, I cannot apply to become a host, and it is automatically rejected by the system.

This is how to do?

Zhang Yu pondered for a little while and quietly turned out his mother ’s ID card. If he could n’t do it, he used his mother ’s. Zhang Yu used her mother's ID card to apply again ... The system is now under review.

Seeing this, Zhang Yu gave a sigh of relief, which shows that this website and the standards for review are not so serious, it is just a form.

Zhang Yu got the anchor application, and was waiting for approval.

Yu Meixiu made Zhang Yu a lot of delicious food at night, which made Zhang Yu appetite. As soon as two bowls of rice were killed, Zhang Yu left the house and returned to school.

In the evening self-study, Zhang Yu did not absorb the lessons of the day and continued to do what he did. Anyway, there are some subjects that I do n’t understand myself. Instead of listening to mines, I might as well pick useful ones first.

After the evening self-study, Zhang Yu returned home. His mother was no longer home, because she had to work back to work because she had to work overtime. Zhang Yu doesn't do homework anymore, so if you can't write, you don't need to worry about it. Instead, they turned on the computer in haste and fire, and logged in to Feilong Video Live Network. The audit has passed. I did not expect that the efficiency of Feilong.com's review is quite high.

Zhang Yu logged in to the website, downloaded a matching live broadcast software, and followed by debugging. He followed the live software tutorials left online, and after a while, the software debugging was completed.

Zhang Yu began his first live broadcast ... If Zhang Yu's live broadcast equipment, that is, the computer plus peripherals, the configuration is really ordinary. The camera is the cheapest kind of miscellaneous brand. The pixels are not high, and they are vague. They have neither beauty nor highlights, and the resolution is four to three that is too old. The microphone is not a capacitor, it is the cheap desktop type, which looks a bit shabby, but the effect is reasonable, the treble is picked up, the clarity is OK, but the fullness is average. Fortunately, having an independent sound card is also a blessing in misfortune, not because it has been shaved in the equipment.

Zhang Yu turned on the internal recording function of the live broadcast software, tried to talk about Xiao Ao, and planned to see what he said.

Zhang Yu recorded for more than ten minutes, stopped recording, and listened for a while, and found that although he said that the words were correct and could not pick up any major problems, it seemed to be too plain and meaningless.

This makes Zhang Yu himself very dissatisfied. This level of novel interpretation, even if the story is even more exciting, sounds inferior to three points.

But where exactly is the problem? Zhang Yu was confused.