Ji Xinghe felt that he was probably the first anchor who had a schizophrenia during live broadcast and used a big account to attract popularity for a small account?
Looking at the recorder still lying next to his phone, chatting happily with the audience in the live broadcast room, and then looking at his own outfit that was about to roll up his sleeves and go into battle, he could only sigh quietly, "Life is not easy."
If the system still didn't know what the host was up to, it would be a fool. Ji Xinghe's actions were, in some ways, exploiting the system's loopholes, but it wasn't a violation of the rules. In the end, he silently watched the host, who was still trying to disguise himself, without saying a word.
The sound from the recorder, as well as Ji Xinghe's quiet banter with the audience, were all recorded in advance in order to give everyone the illusion that he had been lying there and had not left.
Anyway, it's a live broadcast and not a face-to-face conversation, so the chances of the audience noticing are very small.
The secret base he discovered was located by an artificial lake in the innermost part of the villa area. The lake water was very clean, and the clear water reflected the moonlight. There were green shrubs and evergreen trees around it.
[It's so quiet here. I didn't even know there was such a place in Shanghai.]
[Just now, when the anchor was walking on the street, I felt that the surroundings looked familiar, but I just couldn't remember where it was.]
After tidying himself up, Ji Xinghe tiptoed without making a sound, silently moved his position to another direction, and then calculated the time in his mind.
Ji. Recorder. Xinghe's spirits brightened, his previously subdued voice rising a half-tone, his entire body appearing quite emotional. "Here they are! Look at the lake across the way."
[Where, where?! Don't stop me from looking at this beautiful woman!]
[Let me see if you are bragging or not.]
I can't see. Where is she? Where is she? Ah! I see her. Is she the one in white clothes by the lake? Her back is so beautiful. Mom, I fell in love with someone's back at first sight. Is there any hope for me?
[It's too late to save him. Let's bury him.]
[Don't say anything, don't say anything! He's turned around!]
[Ahhh! I dare not look. Your back is already stunning, why turn around and ruin your beauty? What if the front view doesn't match such a beautiful back view? I don't want to be heartbroken right after falling in love.]
[Its form is as graceful as a startled swan, as gentle as a swimming dragon. The ancients were not deceiving me. Did I see the Goddess of Luo River?]
Ji Xinghe's prop mask is not just for obstruction. The most important function of a prop is not to obstruct, but to weaken, to weaken the whole. It weakens his presence in people's eyes, weakens people's desire to explore his appearance, and weakens everything about him.
A so-called beauty, especially a beauty that breaks the limits of human aesthetics, should be one whose whole body is beautiful, whose beauty can make people feel it and drive them crazy.
An ordinary mask can hide Ji Xinghe's face, but it can't hide his eyes, his spirited gaze, his hands, or his feet. Even a single hair of his should be beautiful.
For a stunning beauty, as long as she still has these, she can still make clouds and rain with a wave of her hand, causing the smoke of war on the city walls to ignite for her, and causing heroes to willingly shed their blood for her, fight to the point of madness, and have no regrets until death.
Beauty is in the bones as well as in the skin.
At this moment, Ji Xinghe took off his props. He had the skin, and it was a man of unparalleled beauty, as beautiful as frost and snow, like no other in the world. He also had the bones, and every inch of them was romantic, and every inch of his love was etched in his bones.
He raised his hand, looked back, and turned around. Silence filled his ears, but in this silence, it seemed as if everything was singing for him.
As mentioned before, Ji Xinghe is actually a potential perfectionist in his professional field. He either doesn't do it, or once he does it, he wants to do it to the best of his ability.
In his previous life, Ji Xinghe was a dancer, but life forced him to be less than pure. He used his talent to enter the entertainment industry, and the company that signed him cultivated him and several other trainees as their top stars, hoping they would debut as a group and become an instant hit.
So Ji Xinghe started practicing pop, mechanical, street dance, and even dabbled in classical dance.
With a guaranteed salary of 5,000 yuan per month, living in the company dormitory, eating free meals in the cafeteria, and practicing his favorite dance, that period was actually one of the rare relaxing days in Ji Xinghe's memory.
after……
People say words reflect one's heart, and Ji Xinghe has said things that he doesn't mean many times in his life. Dance is the truest expression of Ji Xinghe's inner thoughts.
At this moment, Ji Xinghe could no longer remember what his original intention was for dancing this dance. He completely immersed himself in this silent world created by himself.
Inside, every stretch, every turn and wave of my sleeves, every opening and closing, was so refreshing.
What a pleasure!
From the audience's perspective, this night will be unforgettable for everyone.
The robe as white as frost and snow blossomed into a holy and brilliant flower in the air as the man danced. His waist was so flexible that it seemed to bend at will. His eyebrows were like paintings, and his hair was like ink. What was most intoxicating was his eyes, which made people wonder if all the stars in the sky had fallen into his eyes, which made them so bright as the Milky Way.
The cool moonlight adorned his scene, but it was far inferior to the light. I have a dance to do. Will the bright moon in the sky dare to join me? How shameful!
Plop, plop, plop
That was the sound of the heartbeats of the bystanders.
Oh, people, you really can't meet someone too amazing. Otherwise, for many years to come, I will see you as the mountains and the water. Once I've seen the sea, all other waters are but puddles. Except for the Wushan Mountains, all other clouds are but clouds. How can I live like this? How boring would that be?
The number of viewers in Sun's live studio kept rising: 10,000, 20,000, 80,000, 180,000, 500,000! It was still rising, but no one who came in wanted to leave.
After entering, the public screen of the live broadcast room was clean. No one was talking even though the barrage was on. Some viewers who accidentally walked in thought they had entered some pantomime scene by mistake, but as soon as they looked up, there was nothing else.
At a time like this, anyone who still has the leisure to struggle out and post a comment, can they still be considered a human being?! That's the reincarnation of a saint! And they have to be the kind who cultivates the ruthless way.
The live broadcast was still going on, but the abnormal performance in the live broadcast room attracted the attention of the website officials.
Shanghai, Tianyi Live Headquarters
"Boss, the data in this live broadcast room seems a little abnormal." The technician responsible for monitoring the website data traffic called out to his team leader, then pointed at the data displayed in Ji Xinghe's live broadcast room.
The team leader who was called came forward to take a look and found that something was indeed wrong.
The livestream now has over 700,000 viewers online, but the comments are pitifully few. Furthermore, data shows that the number of viewers has been growing, not declining.
Tianyi Live is currently a giant in the domestic live streaming industry, with any major streamer boasting millions of viewers. However, this doesn't mean that 700,000+ is a small number. On the contrary, in addition to several major streamers currently live streaming on the organic charts, Sun has already surpassed many streamers with over 100,000 viewers, and his number is still rising.
The so-called natural list is a list that is automatically sorted according to the number of viewers. As long as your number of viewers reaches a certain level, even a newcomer who is live streaming on the first day can jump to the homepage of the website.
The team leader frowned and said, "Go check the IP addresses of these viewers. They must have been spoofed."
As he was speaking, he suddenly saw the column showing the number of viewers jump from 750,000 to 1 million in the next second, then 1.4 million in the next second, then 3 million in the next second, and then...
There was no next second. Because Ji Xinghe was caught off guard and was not prepared, his live broadcast room exploded, the screen went black instantly, and all the viewers were forced to log off.
"? How did I get out?" Some audience members were at a loss, their eyes reddening as they suddenly raised their heads and screamed, "Who pushed me out of the line?"
"Dogecoin Tianyi! Give me back my dream lover!!! I'm going to block the door! If I can't see my dream lover, my sweetheart, and my life today, we'll die together!" An audience member who happened to be in the Magic City, who was stunned for a while and came to his senses, looked heartbroken and grabbed his things to go out the door.
"What, what's going on?"
"Where's my precious beauty? My beloved sweetheart was dancing there, how could she suddenly disappear?" After a while, "Tianyi, I fuck your uncle!"
"Brother Cheng, are you still doing live ward rounds?" the assistant asked absentmindedly.
Cheng Zhe wiped his face and stood up suddenly. "What are you still checking? Go call Tianyi Company. What's wrong with their website? I was disconnected while I was checking it!"
An hour later, the headquarters of Tianyi Live in Shanghai was completely blocked.
The technical staff who stayed in the company to work overtime all looked at each other in bewilderment, looking at the website users who looked so excited that some people would believe that Tianyi had killed their own parents. Among them, there were several supreme VIPs whose accounts were familiar to them.
The team leader surrounded in the middle looked weak, pitiful and helpless.
The author has something to say: To the audience in the live broadcast room: You may not believe this, but when the live broadcast room exploded and the audience was disconnected, millions of people collectively felt heartbroken. Do you think this is a serious matter?
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