Jiang Xi never fights an unprepared battle.
Since she had planned for years in her previous life just to escape from the devil's lair, she would not easily entrust her life to the illusory probability in this life - especially since her parents are still alive and living a happy life.
She went back to her room and finished her homework step by step. By the time she finished it, it was almost nine o'clock.
Xiao Qian, watching from the sidelines, was a typical example of the eunuchs being anxious even though the emperor wasn't. Seeing Jiang Xi still leisurely packing his schoolbag, the large lead-printed words jumped out of his head as if they were about to burst out:
[Host, the decision you made today was very reckless.]
Reckless?
Jiang Xi smiled, leaned over and leaned his schoolbag against the corner of the table: [How is it reckless?]
It was a rare opportunity for the host to pay attention to it, and Xiao Qian inexplicably felt a little excited, even the Chinese characters became much smaller:
Before investing in a project, you humans repeatedly conduct risk assessments. Although this deal offers a high return on investment, the risk is as high as 70%, leaving only a 30% chance of success.
Xiao Qian explained in a serious manner.
Jiang Xi raised the corner of his mouth: [Xiao Qian, that's not how we calculate the accounts.]
She half-closed her eyes, looking at the more beautiful bodhi heart grass growing in her palm. Its leaves were emerald, its branches were white jade, and the whole plant shone with a glass-like light. Others could not see it, but she could feel that the roots of the bodhi heart grass were becoming stronger.
[How big will Ah Xin eventually grow? ]
Xiao Qian was silent for a while: [I don’t know.]
Seeing the host pull out another piece of white paper from the table to write and calculate, which was full of incomprehensible nouns, Xiao Qian also disappeared.
Tang Gu took a comfortable bath at home, thinking about the big meal he had at Jiang Xi's house today, and then he lined up the bottles and jars to take a family photo, with the caption "Aunt Jiang's special pickles, this is the first time for me, a fat guy, to eat such authentic pickles, just eat them with rice, it's enough to make a meal!" Then he posted it on Weibo.
"Three Thousand Waters" replied immediately: "Please watch out for your beer belly."
There is a group of people below, hahahaha.
Sanqianshui is the Weibo account that the studio registered for Jiangxi. They also bought 200,000 zombie fans to prevent him from looking too ugly. His avatar is a bucktooth rabbit.
Jiang Xi had just finished replying when Tang Gu called.
"Girl, are you still awake?"
"Brother Tang."
Jiang Xi called out.
"Since we haven't slept yet, let's discuss what to do next." Tang Gu was also too excited to sleep.
"Brother Tang, do you still remember my plan?"
"Remember." Tang Gu sighed, "Your plan was completely arranged according to the previous situation, which is a pity."
"It's not a pity. The principle... is universal." Jiang Xi thought about the wording. "Brother Tang, arrange for me to go to Lemon Guoguo's live broadcast room tomorrow and ask for the time of the first and last song."
"That girl? She has to sing the first and last two songs?"
Tang Gu felt a little headache when he mentioned this. Guoguo was the most popular female anchor in the studio. Her singing skills were not outstanding, but she had a sweet voice and was a good person, so she had a lot of male fans.
"Yes." Jiang Xi's voice was firm and steady: "It's her..."
Tang Gu refused: "No, Guoguo is impatient, and besides..."
Talking about people behind their backs isn't very moral, but she can't help but say it. "Her temper is as thin as a needle. If you go to her platform to sing, it's like snatching food from a tiger's mouth. She'll definitely fight you to the ground."
They all want to sing, and the overlap of their fans is very high.
In the livestreaming world, Jiang Xi's behavior is known as fan-pulling. It's fine for those with good relationships, but for those with bad ones...it's job-stealing, and they can fall out in a matter of minutes. Unlike the entertainment industry, where fights between livestreamers are often covered up, these are blatant, direct confrontations that can make you question your life.
"Brother Tang, you're the boss, and you can't control it?"
The girl's voice sounded provocative and demanding of a beating from the phone. Tang Gu rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, don't mess around. There are only four days left, and you'll have to compete as an amateur."
Yes, amateur——
After all, he is a lone commander, so what else can he be but an amateur?
The competition will be held in S City this weekend for two days.
The first day is the auditions for the top 8 of 16 and the top 4 of 8, and the second day is directly the semi-finals and finals.
Perhaps following the broadcasting community's tradition of openly and honestly tearing things apart, the organizers of "Masked Singer" also removed the veil of tenderness. In this competition, there is no second or third place, only first place, and only the champion.
Winning the championship or not is a world of difference.
"Have you thought about it?"
"I've thought it through."
"Okay, wait."
Tang Gu finished his words perfectly, but when he entered the company the next day, Lemon Guoguo blocked him in the office.
"What's wrong?"
Fatty Tang scratched his head in confusion. That matter hasn’t been mentioned yet.
Lemon Guoguo looked at him with her arms crossed, "Brother Tang, what you did... wasn't very decent."
"What's the matter? It's just two songs. It's not a big deal."
Tang Gu said casually, and seeing the stunned look on Lemon Guoguo's face, he immediately realized that she was not looking for him for this matter.
"What two songs?"
"I'll tell you about this later. Why are you rushing over here like you're asking for a debt?"
Generally speaking, apart from a regular meeting every week to set the theme and plan, the anchor does not need to meet with the boss at other times.
"Brother Tang, you have such a good opportunity, but you don't think about me, your little sister, and instead give it to a newcomer who has never shown his face. Isn't that a bit unkind?" Lemon Guoguo fiddled with the newly-painted nail polish on her fingertips, smiling.
Tang Gu was stunned: Opportunity? Did the news about the masked singer leak out?
From the time he received the invitation to the time he notified Jiang Xi, he didn't communicate with anyone else.
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