Chapter 022 broadcast (with a lot of barrage)



Chapter 022 broadcast (with a lot of barrage)

At 8pm on Sunday, viewers who had started waiting early refreshed Wax&Wane's latest tweets and followed the link to Mytube.

The Mytube homepage is mainly black and white, and the widgets are made into neon lights that start flashing when you hover the mouse over them, which is very unique.

The first broadcast of the Vlog will be in the form of a recorded broadcast. The audience's real-time comments can be seen in the comment section. After the broadcast, it will be automatically converted into a video and uploaded to the homepage.

I couldn't wait to click on the video. The first thing that appeared was the title with the same design style as the homepage. The strong contrast of black and white full of modern sense and a corner of the city night rendered by neon lights came into the audience's eyes. The words Wax&Wane appeared on the light box in the middle of the screen in the form of spliced ​​LED tubes, flashing. The blue light in the background suddenly lit up, focusing on the huge font, giving people a strong visual effect.

After the opening credits, the screen suddenly went dark and the sound of a countdown appeared in my ears.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1" Five different voices read out the numbers in sequence.

The real-time comments in the comment section were scrolling rapidly.

[Are there any earphone users here? This is a dual-channel speaker. My ears feel a little itchy. 】

[I understand. People who use headphones feel that the sound is running back and forth between the left and right sides, and it feels so close! 】

[The countdown is over. Then what? Then what?]

As if responding to the barrage, the screen suddenly lit up, and a big 'ZERO' was printed on the bright white screen. A relaxing BGM sounded, and a door appeared on the screen.

[Here it comes!] 】

[Looking forward to it!] 】

The door opened, and Shen Xun's gentle face appeared on the screen.

"Good morning." With an impeccable and gentle smile, "I'm still making breakfast, would you like to join me?"

[What a gentle male mother this is, she can even cook! I'd like to buy this stock with some XP! 】

So who is this from the trailer? 】

Let me see what delicious food you made. 】

The camera turned to Jiang Hechu and Jingxing in the kitchen. The two were chatting casually. When they noticed the photographer's arrival, they both looked towards the camera.

[I have seen this brother before. You can tell a person by his hair color. He is indeed a beauty. The beauty lover lies here and won’t leave. 】

[The skin is so clear and it looks like she is wearing no makeup. How can someone be in such good condition early in the morning? This is unscientific. 】

[Is this mixed-race guy a little nervous? Hahaha, his expression looks like he is working hard. 】

[It’s too real that I can’t open my eyes, I’m Zaoba myself. 】

[It’s the handsome guy with wheat-colored skin who plays the piano! This skin color paired with blonde hair makes her look like she walked out of a painting. 】

Following the photographer's steps, the camera moved to the dining table, taking special close-ups of the food.

Is this some kind of food show? ? ? 】

[Sure enough, the photographer felt sorry for having just rejected the meal, and took a lot of photos of the food, which made me laugh to death. 】

[It looks really good. I wish I could get a phone that can smell something. 】

An Juesui responded to the comment at the right time: "Hello everyone~ What you are seeing now is the breakfast carefully prepared by our captain Chen Xun. Thanks to the captain during these days of training, it is super delicious!"

[Thank you, I look hungry, even though I just finished my meal a few hours ago...]

[This girl is so cute, and has dimples when she smiles. She is my sister’s type. 】

The members talked about An Juesui's outfit today, and the camera turned to Ji Qifeng.

[He has a kind of taciturn and aloof personality, but why do I feel that his expression is a bit indescribably subtle? I really want to see what he is thinking. 】

When An Juesui mentioned that it was Ji Qifeng who chose the clothes for him, some people in the barrage started to criticize him.

[Early in the morning...Are we living in the same room? A polite bow. 】

[They started to become fans even before their debut. I’m shocked. Is they so popular now? 】

The scene change brings the topic back to where it had gone off track, with the camera stopping outside the dance studio, filming the members practicing from a distance.

【ah? If you come closer, I can't see your face clearly. 】

[It’s time to look at the body shape (let me find out whose legs those are in the trailer! First look at the skin color to rule out the mixed-race guy)]

[They all danced pretty well, but the one with silver hair was particularly eye-catching. He was so good that my eyes unconsciously drifted towards him. 】

[The cool and handsome guy dances very passionately. It turns out that even the coldest man can be passionate when dancing (dog head)]

After the dance practice, I continued to film the casual chat between the few people during lunch.

[It sounds like the mixed-race boy has only been learning dancing for a short time, but he dances really well. He doesn't look awkward at all. It turns out that talent is required to do this job. 】

[Silver-fat is really good at fishing. He was stunned in front of the screen in the blink of an eye. 】

In the afternoon, the camera first followed Shen Xun.

[It’s that silhouette indeed. I really like his voice and he is so full of emotion when he sings. 】

[Is this heaven? I am in a trance. Otherwise, how could I hear the voice of an angel? 】

Then he turned to An Juesui in the gym, who was working hard on a spinning bike.

[What? So the owner of those legs is this seemingly youngest brother. I feel inexplicably guilty. 】

[It’s really white, but why does he have such a hopeless expression on his face, hahaha, his whole vibe is completely different. 】

[People who hate sports understand this very well.] 】

The camera turned and Ji Qifeng was looking at the book in his hand seriously. He felt the inquiring gaze and raised his head. He realized the photographer's intention and showed the title of the book to the camera.

[The camera is so close, and it looks so dignified when you read a book quietly. 】

[No...what the hell is he looking at? "Microcomputer Principles and Interface Technology"? ? ? 】

[Why can I see my own professional books when reading this? It's painful. How can he be so focused? 】

Amid the wailing of the barrage, the sound of strings slid into the screen. Jingxing and Jiang Hechu were practicing the piano and discussing from time to time.

[The mixed-race person's explanation is very logical and seems very professional. 】

[Is the silver-haired beauty learning guitar? She looks so handsome when she’s serious. 】

[That’s a bass… a bass… if you look closely, it has four strings]

[Appeared, bassist joke (but why did the little idol want to learn bass, is he so unique)]

The members’ afternoon activities were filmed up to this point. The screen went dark and a few voices of discussion were heard.

"After seeing this, An Juesui will probably say that his training today was in vain."

[This is definitely Lin Chiran’s voice!] Can you show me the screen? 】

[Here is the ball. Let the child see it. It has been a long time since the child has seen anything new. 】

[Producer version of Lin Chiran appears!] 】

[So what are they doing? Why do they say it’s all in vain? An Juesui is the cute little brother, right? 】

When the screen came back on, it opened with An Juesui wailing, "What a sinister scene!"

The real-time barrage was filled with a happy atmosphere, and everyone was laughing.

[Sad, but so funny hahaha.] 】

Lin Chiran's voice came from outside the camera again, "There's also a share for you, as long as you can eat it."

[Tell me, Lin Chiran, a soft-hearted god.] 】

[Hahahaha An Juesui’s eyes suddenly lit up.] 】

Hearing Lin Chiran say with a smile that he had prepared barbecue, but had to play the "Drawing, Guessing" game first, the barrage of comments became lively.

[As expected of you, Lin Chiran, the sadistic god]

[Does the person above want to see what you said half a minute ago? 】

[It’s so funny. Lin Chiran still likes to do this kind of project. I know he won’t let me down. 】

[Who understands? An Juesui's droopy eyes and pitiful look are really touching. When he gets so close to me, my heartbeat speeds up. Woohoo, sister's little puppy. 】

In the first round, Jiang Hechu successfully guessed An Juesuihua's microphone.

[Actually, I also guessed ice cream cone... It seems like his train of thought is the same as the mixed-race boy's. 】

【Little Curly got it successfully! He looks so happy eating, how can he be so cute. 】

Nothing happened in the next two rounds, and the barrage of comments began to discuss quietly.

[Something is wrong. Does “that” not exist?] 】

[The whole village's hopes are placed on the next black-haired, cool, handsome guy who loves reading textbooks! 】

[What are you talking about? I don’t understand. 】

[The sister above is probably not a fan of SLANT. Let me explain. Lin Chiran is very keen on planning some magical variety show effects within the group. It was he who proposed the idea of ​​"You Draw, I Guess". We all firmly believe that there will be wonderful developments. 】

It did not disappoint the audience's expectations. The moment Ji Qifeng's masterpiece appeared on the screen, the comment section froze.

Only when he saw An Juesui raising his hand tremblingly did he come to his senses.

[This shows that I respect him as a man...]

[Sure enough, it’s more exciting than I imagined... But what on earth is this? Who can guess? 】

"Is it a horror movie?" The audience suddenly realized the answer.

[After looking at this painting for a long time, I feel it is inexplicably powerful. Although it is relatively abstract, it really has the feeling of a horror movie. 】

[If this is the answer, it’s not impossible to draw it like this… probably]

The answer was announced, and the barrage fell into a brief silence again.

【……】

【? 】

「This, this…… um……」

After a long time, they came to their senses and started complaining.

[Even if a god came, you wouldn't be able to tell it was real. Fortunately, An Juesui could tell it was a movie. 】

[Is this the power of childhood sweethearts? They've been together for ten years and I kowtow to them with tears in my eyes. 】

[This amazing painting skill makes art students think they have entered another world...]

The barrage of comments was immersed in the shocking sensory experience of Ji Qifeng's masterpiece, until Shen Xun's work was revealed.

[There is no harm without comparison, cherish every painter around you (lighting candles)]

[Good at drawing!] I'm going to take a screenshot of this and use it as my desktop! 】

[It turns out that painting can also feel like listening to heavenly music and having your ears cleared]

The game was over and the barbecue was all eaten up. The camera finally turned to Lin Chiran for the first time, and he smiled and asked the members to come and greet the audience.

What did I see! ! ! 】

[I haven't seen him for a long time and he hasn't changed at all. I feel like I'm alive again. 】

[Thanks to the photographer!] Add chicken drumsticks! Take more photos, take more photos]

The members looked at each other and said together: "Hello everyone, we are Wax&Wane!" Then they introduced themselves one by one, hoping that everyone would support Wax&Wane. The audience who were interested in them also responded enthusiastically in the barrage.

The video ended after the members bowed deeply, but the live broadcast was not turned off. After the screen flashed a few times, Lin Chiran appeared in front of the camera again.

The sharp audience realized that this was probably not a recorded part, so they heard Lin Chiran say: "This Vlog is a microcosm of the lives of Wax&Wane members for a week. I hope everyone likes it."

"There is one last thing to announce." As he spoke, the big screen behind Lin Chiran lit up.

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