Everyday heroes

Chapter 20 Give Gifts

"At first, I also thought that University A was a girl, with such a delicate style of painting."

"It turns out that I'm not the only one who had delusions."

"Please show your face!"

Showing your face is impossible.

Seeing this barrage, Guan Lang shook his head indifferently.

He is not a full-time anchor, this time he only came to experience life because of the weekly tasks.

Do you know if there will be a live broadcast next time?
Although Guan Lang was distracted from answering the audience's questions, the work at hand was not delayed because of the drafts made in advance.

This photo is from the upper body, with only the shoulders and head, so there is no need to draw details such as clothes.

The same is true of the photos he selected, painting as few details as possible.

In this way, the painting efficiency during live broadcast is higher.

After tiling the colors, Guan Lang began to add shadows, and then perfected the depiction of some details.

In less than 10 minutes, a simple and delicate vivid impasto was completed.

Before Guan Lang was finished, some viewers had already picked up 666.

"Cowhide! Isn't this speed too fast?"

"Is this probably a big touch?"

"I want to have hands like this too!"

"It's really beautiful!"

"awsl"

"I'm so excited, I want to know all the information about this woman within 3 minutes?"

"The host draws better than the photos."

Guan Lang didn't say anything, but he felt very comfortable in his heart.

Compared with staying alone in the studio and drawing in closed doors, it seems to be a good feeling to have a lot of people praising and praising him all the time.

His original determination not to broadcast live was slowly shaken.

Is it possible to live broadcast occasionally for a short while if you have time?
Suddenly, the live broadcast room began to frantically brush up "(゜-゜)つロ Cheers~bilibil"

The entire screen is filled with this line of kaomoji.

Guan Lang was stunned for a moment, and then immediately realized that someone had sent a gift.

In the live broadcast area of ​​Bilibili, there are these lottery barrages for giving some special gifts.

Everyone who receives it will automatically post a sentence of the barrage.

And the cheapest gift for this kind of gift that can cause a lottery draw barrage is Rhythm Storm, which costs [-] yuan each.

Guan Lang didn't care too much about the one hundred yuan, after all, it had already been shared with the platform, so he should only get a few dozen yuan.

What shocked him was that someone gave krypton gold gifts during his first live broadcast.

Guan Lang looked at the list of gifts in the background, and found the fan who gave the gift.

Her nickname is Strawberry Jam, which is delicious.

Guan Lang thanked the gift a little jerky: "Thanks to the delicious strawberry jam for giving me a rhythm storm, thank you very much, boss."

But staring at the name, the more it looks familiar, I always feel like I have seen it somewhere.

After patting his head, he remembered that one of the fans of the fifteen photo materials he selected had this Weibo nickname.

And it's the young lady in the photo just now.

Guan Lang also understood why the other party wanted to give her a gift, probably because he wanted to thank him for helping her draw portraits.

"I'll send the source file of this painting to the person who took the picture through a private message on Weibo." Guan Lang also agreed with interest.

However, he did not say that the person who gave the gift just now was the young lady in the photo, because he was worried that if the audience knew that the fans who were picked later did not send gifts, they might be condemned by some audiences, after all, there are precedents.

"I want this picture too!"

"Ask the anchor to share!"

"Can't you take screenshots?"

After chatting with the audience for a while, Guan Lang opened the second photo.

The photo shows a young man in his twenties, he should be a college student, he looks a bit young, neither handsome nor ugly, he looks like a passer-by.

"How can you be a frustrated man, I want to watch the anchor draw young ladies!"

"It's so ugly, should the anchor change someone?"

"Why did you choose a person who is not good looking?"

Guan Lang frowned slightly when he saw someone with the appearance-related rhythm, and gave a slight warning: "Don't bring the appearance-related rhythm, not everyone in the real world looks like Wu Yanzu."

"That's right, what's wrong with passers-by with good looks? Don't most people look like this?"

"Maybe the people who said this were Di Lieba or Hu Ge?"

"Those who make fun of other people's looks may not be as good as the person in the photo!"

"The anchor's three views are so upright, I'm a fan!"

"Road to fan!"

Some fans also stood up.

Mature audiences are the majority after all, and soon no one will send barrage to reprimand the boy in the photo for being ugly.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the live broadcast room had returned to cleanliness, Guan Lang continued to draw.

Next, Guan Lang showed the audience the power of a paintbrush, even though the boy in the photo is just a passer-by.

However, under the skillful hands of Guan Langba and Nine Minutes, he was drawn as a head portrait of a two-dimensional character who still has the characteristics of the original owner, but is enough to reach the level of a handsome guy.

The drooping bangs are refreshing, and a pair of eyes are shining with piercing pupils.

"Wow, so handsome"

"I also want the host to help me draw my profile picture!"

"envious"

Guan Lang rubbed his hands, and when he was about to say something, "(゜-゜)つロ Cheers~bilibil" flashed on the screen again

Another gift?

And it turned out to be the most expensive small TV spaceship gift at station B, one cost 1245 yuan.

Guan Lang was slightly speechless, there are so many local tyrants among his fans?

After looking at the backstage, I realized that the person who gave the gift was Tang Tang, a primary school girl whose nickname is Candy Duck at Station B.

Guan Lang couldn't laugh or cry, did she think there was too much money and no place to spend it?Why come to give him money again.

"Ding dong! Congratulations, you have completed the weekly task!"

Guan Lang opened the task list, and the number of people in the live broadcast room has reached more than 1000 to [-], and it is still increasing at a rate of ten to ten.

This was all brought by small TV gifts, attracting three to four hundred viewers, making the original live broadcast room with more than 800 people break through [-] people.

Popularity has also risen to 3.

"Oh! Here comes the candy!"

"Candy nb"

"Sure enough, it's a local rich girl. The little TV will give it away if it says so."

"Candy Duck, you don't need to give gifts." Before Guan Lang could finish his sentence, the backstage reminded Candy Duck that he got a 2000 yuan a month admiral.

Countless Tang Tang's fans and licking dogs exploded in the live broadcast room.

"I won't send it to the admiral after I finish it. It's okay, you can continue to live broadcast." Tang Tang saw his fans keep praising her in Guan Lang's live broadcast room, and was a little worried that if he continued to give her away, Guan Lang would be unhappy that he turned his attention to customers. So he stopped nervously.

"Well, thanks to Candy Duck's little TV and the admiral, and thank you for helping me publicize these two days." Guan Lang solemnly thanked him. His weekly task can be completed so easily, which is largely due to Tang Tang.

And in the Jinxiu Garden a few kilometers away, Qin Yanxi, who was leaning on the head of the bed and holding a Kumamon pillow, was secretly picking a lemon while watching the barrage interaction on the laptop on her lap.

(End of this chapter)