Lao Gui bent down and struggled to recognize the rapidly scrolling barrage of comments. Xiao Tao explained something to him in his ear from time to time. Finally, this gentleman recited a poem he had written on the spot, and the entire live broadcast room exploded.
"I'm going to call my homeroom teacher. He certainly didn't expect that I could actually see Mr.
"Old man, do you know how wicked you are?"
Mr. Xiao was puzzled. "My dear... young friend, I am not talented and died a cowardly death, but I consider myself to be a virtuous person. Why would I say such a thing?"
He was greeted by a barrage of crazy comments.
"You write this for the August 10th moon-viewing party. Our teacher made everyone recite it! If you can't recite it, you'll be kept after class!"
"Also! The poem you gave to your friend, tested every year!"
"Not only that, seriously, I remember all your poems now!"
Looking at the screen full of accusations, Mr. Li was a little embarrassed: "Well, I don't know whether you will use my poems as a study in the future."
"Master, please tell me the central idea of this poem first. I'm still doing my homework."
Xiao Tao simply gave up her seat. Although this person was a ghost, she still felt that it was inappropriate to let an old man who was hundreds of years older than her stand next to her with his back bent.
Everyone in the livestream room felt like they were dreaming. They were actually communicating with a ghost from centuries ago through the screen! Who would believe that?
Some people also recorded the video, but just like the previous live broadcast of the bald boy, these "ghosts" disappeared inexplicably.
According to Xiao Tao's explanation, existing recording methods are unable to preserve records of "ghost" energy.
Xiao Tao also discovered the live broadcast method. Every time she broadcasts live, she chooses a ghost to communicate directly with the audience. It saves her trouble and the ghost is also very excited. After all, she has only watched other people play this kind of live broadcast before, and she didn't expect that she could try it herself.
"Zhang Hao, please explain to me what this sentence you wrote about your grandfather means?"
"What do you mean?"
"It was the last sentence. Our teacher asked us to do a reading comprehension. He smiled, holding the purple silk scarf in his hand."
"I'm not very good at it."
"Our teacher said this sentence gets to the point."
"That's not the case. When I wrote this chapter, they paid me by the word count, so I wrote a little more."
“.......”
"So you can also swim."
"So does this purple scarf represent Grandpa's outward smile but his inner repressed emotions?"
"No, it's because that scarf is purple. That day my grandma bought some scarves and that's the only color left. But if I don't buy it, it will be gone."
“.....”
"I wonder what I've learned all these years."
Zhang Hao stared at the screen with a bewildered look on his face. The first thing Xiao Tao did after making money was to buy a large screen so that they could all see clearly. He said seriously, "Shouldn't I tell you?"
Fang Zhiyi crossed his arms and said, "I can say that, but you're being a bit discouraging."
Xiao Tao became completely famous, and many people flocked into her live broadcast room, which gave people a very strange feeling. The audience could actually communicate with those who had passed away.
But as Xiao Tao became popular, she was also noticed by the authorities.
A whole team of experts invited her over.
However, when they learned that spiritualism could only summon spirits that were wandering in the world due to accidents, the experts were a little disappointed. But they soon had something to do. Fang Zhiyi had not expected that among the few people he had picked up, one of them was a medical expert who had passed away due to an accident.
Normally, these ghosts would only be affected by obsessions, but after Fang Zhiyi's "love education", their minds became much clearer.
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