Another day of tragic death for the host

Chapter 172 Young and Handsome "Little Runaway Wife" 12
Xin He only listened to the first half of the sentence, and was a little embarrassed, but she didn't resist so much, "But I don't know what to do..."

Shuangmao was also thinking about this question. After a few seconds, it suggested: "Hehe, you can do a live broadcast."

"..." Xinhe was speechless: "Do you think I didn't expose it quickly enough?"

"Uh..." Shuangmao forcibly explained: "No, I mean the faceless live broadcast. I checked. The culture of this world is similar to that of Earth, but many things are broken. You can try live broadcast Music, chess, calligraphy and painting?"

Xin He thought for a while: "I think so, so here comes the question, is there a writing brush in this world? Is there a piano? Is there a chess? How can I explain the origin of these things?"

These problems are not a problem at all in the eyes of Shuangmao, "There is only one month before the competition."

There are so many anchors in Interstellar, it is not certain whether Xinhe will be popular, and besides, even if they become popular, they will not be able to find out Xinhe's IP address.

Furthermore, Ji Huai's people can also notice Xin He, and the news of Xin He's live broadcast will definitely let Ji Huai know.

After all, other than the live broadcast, Shuangmao couldn't think of a way for Xin He to get close to Ji Huai again.

Shuangmao felt that he was too witty.

Thinking of this, Shuangmao was taken aback, why did it start to match Xin He and Ji Huai?

Hey!
It really is a habit.

After discussing with Xin He, Shuangmao went to Xingwang to place an order.

Interstellar is only slightly disconnected from the ancient civilization, but it does not mean that it is completely disconnected, so things like paper, ink and brushes can still be bought. As for chess, these things have to be made to order.

It's just that things like musical instruments have disappeared, but it's not a big problem, after all, you can't do so much in a month.

The speed of Xingwang's store is very fast. Shuangmao just placed an order, and the courier arrived in 10 minutes.

Xinhe asked the robot to move a table over, and asked Shuangmao to open the live broadcast room after everything was ready.

The cameras in StarCraft’s live broadcast room are a bit different. The live broadcast is just like a TV series, almost 360 degrees with no dead ends.

As for the anchor, even if the whole person shows up, he is not afraid, he can completely put on a mosaic.

As soon as the broadcast started, there was no popularity, and Xin He didn't panic. She took a container and poured ink into it.

This interstellar plane may really be of the same origin as the ancient earth, not only the language is the same, but the pronunciation of the words is also the same.

Xin He hadn't written calligraphy for a long time, and she was a little sloppy, so she traced it in the air before writing on the paper.

When Ji Huai entered the live broadcast room, he happened to see Xin He drawing casually on the paper with a long pen.

It took him a while to recognize that Xin He's writing was calligraphy in ancient civilizations.

After changing his vision, he found that what Xin He wrote seemed to be a name——Shuangmao

Although he didn't know how to appreciate brush calligraphy, he could see that Xinhe's writing was beautiful.

Ji Huai is still on the warship at the moment, he was going to take a rest for a while, but his lieutenant sent a link to the live broadcast room.

He frowned right away, and just about to reprimand him not to send him messy things, the next message from the lieutenant came right after.

——General. Jun, this live broadcast room belongs to Miss He He.

Ji Huai clicked in without thinking.

Although Xin He didn't show her face, he knew that she was Xin He when he saw the slender and fair hands in the live broadcast room.

　Tickets~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)