In the winter, the flowers, plants and trees in the park have long withered, with only one or two yellow leaves hanging sporadically on the bare branches. The only things that are still green are the tall pine and cypress trees.
The wind is not strong today, so compared to the past, it is a good day for traveling.
Yun Shuning sat on a bench in the park, staring at the frozen lake not far away. It was past the time for morning exercises, so there were not many people in the park.
She had been on edge for a while, worried that her lies would be exposed, and that she would end up in a mental hospital. Every time she stayed in her apartment, she couldn't help thinking: What if someone found out that she was lying?
Therefore, she could only push herself desperately to make herself look more in line with the character in the lie, not daring to relax at all.
But after the drama she performed in front of He Chen and Yu Cheng yesterday, she could finally relax a little. These two people were the source of the original owner's admission to the mental hospital. As long as she could make them believe that she had her reasons, her life would be much more stable in the future.
She finally had the time, energy and reason to relax.
She had been here for more than a month, and she had never seen any scenery around. Pretending to be immersed in her own emotions every day was a great drain on her.
It consumes the body and also consumes the spirit.
Occasionally, one or two nameless birds would fly over the lake. The vast blue sky and the frozen lake complemented each other and added to the beauty of the scenery, making one unable to help but calm down.
Yun Shuning felt the surrounding scenery, and the atmosphere around him gradually became long and quiet.
Out of her sight, a figure stood behind her, a look of interest on his face.
Is she the reason why He Chen and Yu Cheng, two incompatible people, can coexist peacefully?
She is just a woman, what magic can she have?
Su Muqing looked at her frail figure and the lingering sadness around her, and a hint of interest flashed in his eyes.
Yun Shuning was extremely sensitive to people's gazes, so when a gaze stayed on her for a long time, she noticed it keenly, and subtly changed the ease and leisure on her face into loneliness and nostalgia, and the aura around her also changed silently.
At this moment, many thoughts flashed through her mind, He Chen or Yu Cheng?
That shouldn’t be the case. After what happened yesterday, they shouldn’t have paid too much attention to her.
Who else would pay so much attention to her?
"Excuse me, can I sit here?" A hearty and clear male voice suddenly sounded not far from her side.
She maintained her facial expression, pretending to be a little surprised, and turned to look in the direction where the sound came from.
He was a big boy who looked fresh and handsome. His slightly curly hair made him look more approachable. The smile on his face was warm and hearty, and his fangs could be vaguely seen.
But Yun Shuning noticed something was wrong at the first moment. When she was an actress, she specialized in studying people's expressions. Although this person looked very friendly, the smile on his face seemed too bright and standard, as if it was a mask.
Suddenly, a name popped up in her mind. It couldn't be such a coincidence, right?
She quickly went through her thoughts, and it took only a second or two to put them into reality. She glanced at him calmly, without the surprise and excitement that other girls had when they saw him. She just said calmly, "Please go ahead."
Her voice was very similar to the one she used during live broadcasts. In the empty park, it was soft and yet had a ethereal quality.
When Su Muqing heard this voice, the smile on his face froze and his eyes were full of surprise - this voice?
Yun Shuning is the pen and ink?
No matter when, he hoped to get the maximum benefit. He made a choice at the first moment between Lin Wan and Bi Mo.
He threw aside the impact of Lin Wan's words yesterday and quickly adjusted his state, making himself look like a fan who met his idol.
"Excuse me - are you the anchor Bi Mo?" His voice was trembling with disbelief, and he looked at her with sparkling eyes, "I'm your fan, a die-hard fan!!!"
Yun Shuning was stunned by his question. She was recognized after just saying two words?
She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes hiding her thoughts. From Su Muqing's angle, he could only see her almost bloodless lips.
"Did I disturb you?" He waved his hands helplessly. His voice was no longer relaxed as at the beginning, but full of grievance and guilt. "I'm sorry, I just like you too much. I watched your live broadcast countless times, and I can even recite everything you said..."
"No." Yun Shuning listened to his words, avoided his gaze, looked at the lake and spoke softly, her voice ethereal and quiet, "I'm just not used to getting along with others."
She is now certain of this person's identity, another male supporting role in the book - Su Muqing.
His looks, the disguise on his face, the way he spoke with a hint of green tea, every bit of it matches the male counterpart in the book.
The person she least wants to meet in the novel, bar none, is a histrionic personality. He usually seems to be kind and friendly to everyone, and even to people he hates, he can act as if he knows them well.
In fact, he will laugh and stab you in the side.
Faced with such an excellent actor, she must stay calm and not make any mistakes.
No matter what she was thinking, it didn't show on her face.
"I'm too familiar." Su Muqing's eyes brightened instantly after hearing her voice. He smiled brightly at her, "As long as you don't hate me."
Before she could answer, he expressed his love in an extremely exaggerated way: "Since I heard your live broadcast that day, I suddenly understood what heavenly music is..."
Yun Shuning listened to his endless praises, and a hint of hesitation flashed through her mind - was there something wrong with this script?
Did he really like her live broadcast and really like her? She didn't quite believe it.
In the original novel, Su Muqing was the mastermind who almost killed the male and female protagonists with a scheme. In order to get what he wanted, he would do anything.
Would he fall in love with her so simply because of a live broadcast?
impossible.
His acting skills were as good as what was written in the book. If she hadn't been prepared in advance, she might have really believed what he said.
It’s just a competition of acting skills. She doesn’t believe she can lose.
"I'm very grateful for your love." She turned her head and looked at him seriously, with a little light in her empty eyes. "I'm also sorry, I may not be able to respond."
"No, it's my honor to meet you and hear your voice." Su Muqing took two steps towards her, keeping a safe but intimate distance from her, looking at her with eager and sincere eyes, "You don't need to respond to me, I'm just your fan. Meeting you and hearing your voice is the greatest reward for me."
Perhaps it was because his gaze was too scorching, Yun Shuning lightly looked away, with a lingering tiredness and sadness in her voice, "Although I don't know what I have that deserves your love, but thank you all the same, I hope you can be happy every day."
The four words "happy every day" are words that she will never be able to reach, and they are also the best blessings in her heart.
"Did you encounter something unhappy?" Su Muqing frowned slightly when he saw her current appearance, and his voice became a little heavy. "If you don't mind, you can tell me. I will be a good listener."
"No, I'm fine." She stood up, with a distant smile in her eyes, as if she was lingering on something. There was a bit of firmness and nostalgia in her voice, "I will always be fine."
"Bi Mo!" Su Muqing looked at her movements to leave and quickly asked, "Can I still see your live broadcast?"
Yun Shuning stopped, as if thinking about something. After a while, he sighed and said, "Maybe."
Walking is also a science. When you wear a cheongsam, you should walk gracefully and elegantly when you wear a long skirt. When you are happy, you should walk briskly, and when you are sad, you should walk heavily.
Even in the depths of winter, the clothes she wore were not thick. Looking from behind, her back looked thin and lonely. Her steps were light, yet there was an inexplicable sadness in her.
Su Muqing looked at her back and silently pressed the pause button on the voice recording.
He hadn't been so curious about someone in a long time, and he now desperately wanted to know what had happened to her.
And her voice really makes people want to possess it at all costs.
If only this voice... belonged to him.
Yun Shuning breathed a sigh of relief after returning to the apartment.
It seems that she is really not suitable to go out and relax. She should stay in the apartment for the next few days.
As for Su Muqing, as long as she stayed at home, they would not have the chance to meet.
It just so happens that she should start preparing for the live broadcast.
Now it has been nearly a month since her first live broadcast. When she first cancelled her anchor account, there were still many people waiting for her, and many people also scolded her for doing all this just for traffic.
But as time went on, these people became fewer and fewer. Up to now, there are only a few people who go to the forum building to check in every day.
The current situation can be regarded as the annihilation of both red and black.
But she had already imprinted the name and the voice of Bi Mo deeply in their minds, just waiting to meet again to ignite these impressions.
If she really appeared again shortly after that live broadcast, then many people would probably feel fooled, and those who already disliked her would make an even bigger fuss.
So, now is just right.
Yun Shuning looked at the live broadcast software on her mobile phone, her eyes avoiding the video broadcast app she used last time. Since she was going to appear in a completely new identity, the platform must of course also change.
She looked at several live streaming apps on her phone, and her eyes stopped at one corner - Carp Live.
This live streaming platform was one of the old platforms when the live streaming industry was just emerging. Later, because the ace anchors at that time were poached, it has gradually declined and the traffic has become less and less.
But one advantage of this place is that the platform will not force the anchor to sign a contract with the platform, which is very attractive to her.
After signing the contract, she will get more recommendations from platforms, but she will also lose a lot of freedom.
She chose the identity of anchor because she didn't want to be subject to too many restrictions, and Jinli Live just met her requirements.
Moreover, the traffic on the Jinli Live platform is not large, which is more in line with her current setting of not wanting others to find out.
But by choosing this platform, she is destined to remain silent for a while before being discovered slowly.
What you gain must be given.
Yun Shuning glanced at the four words "brush, ink, paper and inkstone" written on the paper, took out a pen and crossed out the words "brush, ink and paper".
She looked at the name "Zhiyan" carefully, and finally crossed out the word "paper" and changed it to "book".
"Shuyan." She whispered softly, and her voice sounded particularly satisfied.
The next morning, Yun Shuning, having prepared everything, sat at the familiar desk and started a new live broadcast.
The name of the live broadcast room is still concise and clear - "Introduction to Calligraphy Practice".
After starting the live broadcast, she devoted herself to it as before, only occasionally talking about something related to calligraphy.
An hour later, she put down her pen, picked up her mobile phone, and looked at the two or three viewers in the live broadcast room without any surprise.
If she had chosen this steady and cautious live streaming route from the beginning, the result would have been the same as it is now.
The traffic of pure learning live broadcast is already small, not to mention that what she is broadcasting is the more boring calligraphy practice, so the traffic will be even smaller.
All she could do now was wait, wait for those who were looking for writing to find her.
If no one discovers it for a long time, she will have to do it herself, but that will bring great risks.
She would only do this when her balance was seriously tight.
It is true that a penny can make a hero fall.
After turning off the live broadcast, she sighed: Now she just hopes her fans can be more supportive.
On the other side, her so-called die-hard fan was chatting with Lin Wan with a smile.
"I'm sorry, Muqing." Lin Wan handed a cup of tea respectfully to Su Muqing, "I really troubled you yesterday."
She raised her head, her eyes full of apology: "I am really sorry for making you, a non-drinker, drink so much."
"Senior, you really underestimate me." He looked particularly energetic because he had a good sleep in the past two days. "It's just two cups. I can drink more."
"That's obviously not what I meant..." Lin Wan smiled helplessly. Facing his eyes that seemed to understand everything and tolerate everything, she looked away uncomfortably.
"Anyway, thank you so much for accompanying me yesterday." She took a deep breath and smiled energetically, "Today's morning tea is on me, just tell me what you want to eat."
"I'll pay!" She expressed these three words with the spirit of a hero who is about to cut off his own arm.
"Then I won't be polite." Su Muqing raised his eyebrows and considerately changed the subject, "Crystal shrimp dumplings, red bean cakes, steamed pork ribs with taro..."
Listening to the dishes he ordered, Lin Wan's face was filled with smiles. She raised the corners of her lips and pretended to be angry and said, "I'm treating you to a meal, why do you order what I like?"
"Why, do you have to like these things?" He looked at her with doting eyes, "I obviously like to eat these too."
“Forget it. I can’t argue with you.” Lin Wan stuck out her tongue. “Eat something quickly.”
"Won't your boyfriend be unhappy if you eat with me?" Su Muqing looked at her eating hard and asked casually, "And yesterday..."
"Don't worry, I've already told He Chen that I'm having dinner with you." Lin Wan raised her head and interrupted what he was about to say, "So, don't think too much about it. It's just a meal, so just enjoy it."
Of course she would tell He Chen that sometimes, maintaining the relationship between two people also requires external stimulation.
She needed to make He Chen understand that she was no longer the Lin Wan who only had him two years ago.
Now, as long as she wants, she will have many choices.
What's more, she was just having breakfast with a junior classmate. Compared with his romantic history in the past two years, this was nothing.
Su Muqing looked at the expression on her face that hinted that everything was under control, and a hint of interest appeared in his eyes.
Many times, he knew that Lin Wan was not as innocent as she appeared to be, but it was this kind of her that made him more interested and wanted to explore.
Who says he is not a good person?
After finishing her meal, Lin Wan smiled and refused his invitation to accompany her, then got into the car of He Chen who came to see her.
"You really just throw it away after use." Su Muqing looked at her back and spoke meaningfully.
"Mr. Su." Seeing that Su Muqing had finally finished breakfast with Lin Wan, Secretary Li, who had been waiting on the side, quickly followed and said, "Mr. Xu just called and said that the anchor you were looking for has already started live streaming."
One thing all secretaries would do is to try to figure out their boss's mood. Secretary Li had been with him for more than two months and thought he knew Su Muqing well enough.
President Su attaches great importance to Miss Lin Wan. Even if the company is in a meeting, as long as Miss Lin calls, he will drop everything and go to find her.
Now everyone in the company knows that President Su has someone he loves deeply, but that person seems to... only treat President Su as a friend.
Although he felt that Lin Wan was trying to keep their CEO Su hanging, as a secretary, he couldn't say much.
Therefore, this time when Xu Zheng called, he took the initiative to intercept the call so that he and Lin Wan could have a happy and undisturbed breakfast time.
Hearing his words, Su Muqing stopped abruptly and said in a low and serious voice: "What did you say?"
He looked so unfamiliar at this moment that Secretary Li was stunned for a moment.
"Forget it." It only took him a moment to adjust himself, so quickly that Secretary Li thought it was just an illusion.
"Tell me the live broadcast room and the host's name."
"The host's name is Shu Yan, but..." Seeing his current appearance, Secretary Li suddenly regretted his self-assertion, "But the live broadcast has ended now, just when you and Miss Lin Wan were having dinner."
Su Muqing looked at him expressionlessly, suppressing his anger: "Next time, no matter what I'm doing or who I'm with, you must inform me immediately about the news about Shu Yan, the anchor."
"Do you understand?"
When his face turned cold, the childishness and sunshine in him disappeared completely. Now his face inexplicably had a bit more sharpness, making people dare not look directly at him.
Secretary Li felt the aura coming from him, and his brain paused for a moment. He asked in a mysterious way, "Including when I was with Miss Lin Wan?"
"Secretary Li, isn't it time for you to go back and study Chinese?" Su Muqing turned his head, looked him up and down, and returned to his familiar sunny and cheerful self, "You can't have memory problems at such a young age, right?"
"Okay, Mr. Su, I understand." Secretary Li stood up straight, speaking in a serious tone. As a secretary, making such a mistake once was serious enough. "Next time, no matter what happens, I will report everything about Shu Yan to you without any delay."
"I believe you." Su Muqing reached out and patted his shoulder.
He looked at Secretary Li's eyes, which were filled with curiosity even though she was trying hard to hold it back, and asked mysteriously, "Do you know why I pay so much attention to her?"
"I don't know." Secretary Li shook his head calmly on the surface, but his ears pricked up honestly.
"Because I'm her fan." Su Muqing didn't have any intention of hiding it. "Go listen to her live broadcast. You should know her live broadcast room and name. Go and follow her. I promise you will fall in love with her."
The way he is trying so hard to promote the product now really shows some of the essence of a fanatical fan.
Secretary Li was forced to retreat step by step by him: "Don't worry, I will pay attention to it right away, right away."
She was just an anchor. Was she particularly attractive or had a particularly impressive figure? How could she make President Su so... so obsessed and crazy?
He looked at Su Muqing's back, opened his cell phone with a look of suspicion, and prepared to see who this inkstone was.
Yun Shuning had no idea that she had become a new type of vixen in Secretary Li's heart, the kind that could seduce their president without showing her face.
After the live broadcast, she lazily lay on the bed basking in the sun. She was finally able to relax, so of course she wanted to enjoy life.
Although she still couldn't eat whatever she wanted or play whatever she wanted as if nothing had happened, she was already very satisfied.
Such an ordinary and peaceful life has always been her dream. If there were no male and female protagonists and no plot, she should be able to live happily in this world... right?
She checked the balance on her bank card - it turned out that no matter where you are, you can't be happy without money.
Forget it, she should just think about how to control her spending so that she can last longer.
The next day, at the same time as yesterday, she logged into her anchor account and started today's live broadcast.
Perhaps because she knew there wouldn’t be many people in the live broadcast room, she looked a little more relaxed today.
"It's really difficult." She sighed softly as she looked at the stroke '捺' which she had made a mistake on again.
There was no trace of frustration or anger in her voice. It was as if she was just stating the facts, light and soft.
After saying this, she dipped the brush in ink again and continued practicing.
She was so focused on practicing calligraphy that she didn't notice that at the beginning of her live broadcast, a viewer entered the live broadcast room.
By the time she opened her mouth to say the first words, his gifts fell to the ground as if they were free.
Dozens of yachts and rockets were sent one after another, forcing this live broadcast room with only a few viewers to the top of the gift ranking list on the live broadcast homepage.
Although Jinli Live has gradually declined, the traffic on its homepage should not be underestimated.
More and more people flocked into this live broadcast room.
"No way, are anchors so bold to spend money now? It's just a live broadcast of practicing calligraphy, but they must have spent tens of thousands of dollars, is it really that serious?"
"Now Jinli Live is really getting worse and worse. Only a few hundred viewers can make it to the front page. It is a shame for other anchors on the list."
"I saw it on the front page and thought it was something else. It's just calligraphy practice. It's boring. I'm leaving now."
“Although this live broadcast is boring, I found that the host’s hands are really beautiful.”
"You believe in the beauty filters on live streaming apps. Even a pig can look like a beauty in your photos."
"That is, have you forgotten about the Luo incident?"
"But now I can clearly see the lines on the host's hands. How can beauty filters produce such an effect?"
"This guy must be a troll sent by the anchor. Don't waste your breath talking to him."
…
Gradually, the comments became more and more low-level and vulgar, with many people expressing their condolences to the host's parents without any discrimination.
Su Muqing looked at the taunts and insults in the barrage, and the smile on his face disappeared without a trace at some point. He tapped his finger on the gift, and dozens of yachts were sent out. All the barrage was suppressed by the gift.
He silently memorized the IDs of those people who spoke particularly foul language, ready to let them know what it means to speak foul language.
As a person who loves watching live broadcasts, although Li Wei usually prefers the adult field in video broadcasts, she is also very philanthropic and can be seen in all major live broadcast apps.
She had no classes this morning. After finishing the breakfast brought by her roommate, she first went to the forum of the video broadcast app to check when Bi Mo would be back, and then came to Jinli Live to change the live broadcast platform to adjust her mood.
These past two days, whenever she entered the video broadcast, she thought of Bi Mo, and whenever she thought of Bi Mo, she wanted desperately to hear her voice again.
She has already polished the sound editing of Bi Mo’s first live broadcast.
As a college student, she, like most college students, also faces the problems of insomnia and hair loss. However, since she followed the method shared on the forum and listened to the host's voice clips several times every night, her insomnia symptoms have improved a lot.
But because she had listened to it for so long, her nerves seemed to have developed antibodies, and now the audio was becoming less and less effective. She urgently wanted to find the host and listen to her voice again.
Being able to have a good sleep is really a very happy thing.
"Even just one word." She wailed miserably as she flipped through the rooms on the first page.
"Hey, there is also an anchor practicing calligraphy here?" After the incident with Bi Mo, every time she saw this kind of anchor practicing calligraphy, she would subconsciously click in to take a look.
The same is true this time.
She clicked on it mechanically. Having been disappointed countless times, she didn't hold out any hope this time.
Surprises often come at this time.
"This hand!!!" Her voice sounded abnormally trembling, "Miaomiao, I think I found the pen and ink."
"!!!!" The person in the lower bunk stood up with a bang and looked at her with sparkling eyes, "Really?"
Like Li Wei, she started to become a fan of Bimo’s live broadcast from the first time. Later, she fell asleep listening to her voice and checked in on the forum every day. She can be said to be her die-hard fan.
"Look at these hands..." Li Wei handed over the phone with a dreamy look on her face, "Is this not a dream?"
“Ahhhhh—” The piercing sound startled her and she jumped. “It really wasn’t a dream.”
"It's really brush and ink." Miaomiao was so excited that she wanted to sing a song on the spot, "I have seen these hands countless times. I can draw them if you ask me to. This is definitely brush and ink."
"And this inkstone, this table, no matter how you look at it, it's all writing brushes and ink." She became more and more excited as she spoke, her voice rising unconsciously, "And the host's name is Shuyan, which sounds like a name that would be used for writing brushes and ink, writing brushes, ink, and writing brushes. How symmetrical."
"What a mess these comments are." After the excitement, she finally had the energy to look at the barrage. After seeing those messy comments, her eyebrows were twisted into knots.
"Weiwei, I'll give you the phone. Go to the forum and tell them and I'll go and support our writing team." She handed over the phone and spoke with great enthusiasm.
She has a good family background and has tens of thousands of pocket money every month, which is enough for her to have the confidence to say this.
"Okay, I'll leave it to you." Li Wei looked at the terrible comments and her face turned dark. "I'll go call all of Bi Mo's fans over now."
While opening the video forum, she did not forget to talk to Miaomiao: "Don't forget to record the screen. Whether I sleep well recently depends on you."
"If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten about it. I'll open the screen recording right now."
OP: I found the pen and ink, and this time it’s real!!!
This post immediately brought out all those people who were lurking in the forum. Although some people have given up daily check-ins, they still visit the forum every day.
Those fans who followed her because of the sound of her writing and the beauty of her hands have given up. The only ones who can still persevere are those who fall asleep to the sound of her voice.
There are definitely a lot of these people, as can be seen from the speed at which this building is being built. In just three minutes, hundreds of floors have been built.
First floor: Is that true? Please don’t fool me, the child can’t stand any more blow.
2nd floor: Really? I don't believe it unless you let me see it.
Floor 3: I looked around on the video but couldn’t find any trace of the pen and ink.
Floor 4: It turns out that this OP is also here to scam traffic.
…
20th floor: No, I just edited the content. Who knew you guys could build it so fast? Bimo went to Jinli Live and changed his name to Shuyan. If you don't believe me, go check it out.
21st Floor: Catch the poster, I really believe it. Please don’t lie to me. Chinese people don’t lie to Chinese people.
22nd Floor: I happen to have the Koi Live App here, I’ll go check it out for my brothers and sisters first.
…
66th Floor: I’m back, it’s really Bi Mo, it’s really her!!! Everyone, come and support Bi Mo, he’s been bullied.
In just ten minutes, the traffic to Shuyan's live broadcast room suddenly skyrocketed, and gifts were sent out as if they were free.
"Little Red Flower gave away a yacht."
"How can a Coke be served without ice? It's a super rocket."
"Baby's breath sent a princess castle."
…
"I finally waited for you. Fortunately, I didn't give up."
"Host, as long as you continue to broadcast live, I have nothing else to ask for."
"Shushu, I know you are just Shushu, so don't run away. We are really tired of waiting for you."
"Yes, we just happened to visit Koi Live and accidentally clicked into this room and found this treasure anchor. We don't know anything about the pen or ink."
"That's right, our Shushu is so great, and it has nothing to do with other people."
The original audience in this room saw their dramatic performance and had a look of question marks on their faces?
Originally they thought that this was a krypton gold anchor, because there was only one person on the anchor's gift list, but now it seems more like an anchor from other platforms moving.
Some people knew that they might have misunderstood the anchor, so they left in shame, while some people stubbornly believed that these were all water armies hired by the anchor, and continued to speak nonsense in the live broadcast room.
"The anchor now knows to spend more money on hiring water army. So many of these accounts are low-level. The money is still not spent well enough."
"These days, it's these anchors who only know how to spend money that are suppressing all the treasure anchors. It's really the bad money driving out the good money."
"???"
"Some people in the comments are crazy. Who are the water army? I said you are the water army."
"Some people are really narrow-minded. They only see the world from a well. Does our Shushu need to hire internet trolls? If our Shushu just opens her mouth to say a word, I can give her my life!"
"Hahahaha, life-giving literature, sisters are really amazing. As long as the host opens his mouth, I will act like my eyes are red."
While the argument was going on in the barrage, the host in the camera gently put down the brush in his hand and began to tidy up the desk.
Then, in the camera, the anchor picked up the mobile phone placed aside and started watching the content in the live broadcast room.
"Why are there so many people?" Her voice sounded slightly puzzled.
As soon as she opened her mouth, the comments in the live broadcast room suddenly stopped. Whether it was those who were mocking the anchor or those who were defending the anchor, they all stood there in a daze.
"Anchor, you finally spoke. My dream is back."
"Ahhhh, Shushu, if I marry you, will I be able to hear your voice every day?!"
"Shushu, the flowers that the child waited for have all withered, but now I have finally waited for you."
The comments and gifts were posted so fast that Yun Shuning couldn't even see what was being said.
She knew that viewers watching her first live broadcast might find her, and she also knew that they might be excited when they found her.
But she hadn't expected they would find her so quickly, or so excitedly.
No matter how you think about it, her voice sounds as calm and gentle as ever, and even the doubts are faint and not abrupt at all.
"Thank you for your love." She looked at her phone, her voice gentle and elegant, "But you don't have to give so many gifts, it's too much."
The mobile phone she was using was connected to the backstage of the live broadcast room. She logged in to take a look and found that she had received nearly 60,000 gifts in the one-hour live broadcast today. Even if she could only get half of them, she would still have earned 30,000.
It was just one day. If every day was like this, she wouldn't have to worry about her livelihood.
Although the money is a lot, it did not go to her head. Now the audience is willing to give so many gifts because they were very surprised to find her and put all their waiting and anticipation in this live broadcast room.
What's more, many people may not be able to afford so many gifts. Once or twice is fine, but if it happens too many times, it will cause some unnecessary trouble.
She also has to be wary of some people who want to control her with gifts. Although she won't accept it, refusing someone who is at the top of the gift list may lead to some disputes.
Another point is that she doesn't want her live broadcast to become a burden to many people. If some teenagers whose values are not yet stable are influenced by the live broadcast room, she would be very sad.
A steady and long-lasting life is the normal way of life.
Thinking of this, she adjusted her voice, adding a bit of firmness and seriousness to her gentle voice: "I am very happy to share my practice life with you all, but the gifts you gave me have far exceeded my expectations."
After a pause, she said helplessly, "For those of you who feel that the gifts today exceed your expectations, you can find the administrator of this room. After verification, I will return the portion I received to you."
"Shushu, we are not short of money. Don't just think about us. We are very happy to give you gifts."
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