"Forget it, there are too many people here. I'll get off first. See you next time if we're lucky."
...
Hua Jian quickly clicked the close button and then threw the phone aside in horror.
He initially did the live broadcast just to snatch the advantage of his hidden internet tycoon friend.
Later, I would only live-stream my paintings when I was bored.
Why are there so many people coming in today?
He sat up and clicked on the Doudou video account again.
After this live broadcast, his fans became...
people.
many.
It is visible to the naked eye that the number of fans is still increasing.
'L' was no longer number one on the list. He pursed his lips and sent a private message to 'L', promising to play this less in the future.
The original grand aspiration of making money as a marginal blogger has long since vanished. After all, he is now worth a few small goals...
Thinking of this, he clicked exit with peace of mind.
Somewhere he didn't know.
'The Ordinary Great Painter' has made it onto the local hot list in Haicheng.
A trending search called "Looking for an ordinary great painter" has inexplicably become more popular.
Screenshots and videos of less than 2 seconds of Hua Jian's face showing during the live broadcast were also posted.
Appearance is king, Hua Jian suddenly became famous.
At the same time, angry shouts and the sound of things being thrown were heard from a room in the Camphor Hotel.
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Bo Lin has no time to look at his phone.
By the time he saw the push notification for the Doudou video, the live broadcast had already ended.
And his account 'L' received a private message from 'the mediocre great painter'.
[Dude, I've suddenly become famous, and I'm afraid to go live lately. My WeChat ID is: xxxxxx. I won't disappear with your carnival!]
Bo Lin looked strange, and suddenly had the illusion that Hua Jian was cheating on him.
"A-choo!" Hua Jian rubbed her nose and muttered, "It's too cold in the air-conditioned room. I have to tell Bo Lin to go out and get some sun."
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