Live broadcast against daily life

History is always strikingly similar.

Mu Yu looked at the bright May 5th on the phone's boot screen, and wished he could beat himself to death.Obviously, I have already planned it. Starting from May, starting from the first day of this three-day holiday, I must be a diligent person, and use my actual actions to set myself up for myself [Why should I be a dick] Plan to add bricks and tiles.

however……

Mu Yu let out a heck, feeling pain in his face.

Lying on his back on the bed, with his eyes closed, Mu Yu recalled what he had done from the 1st to today.

On the first day, the alarm clock rang at 7 o'clock, but he stayed up late the day before, and when the alarm clock rang, he felt dizzy and hurt.He dazedly crossed off the alarm clock, thinking in his mind: Well, wake up later, and make up for what he didn't finish in the morning in the afternoon.Turning over, he fell asleep uneasy.When I woke up, it was already 10:40, I checked WeChat, Facebook and Weibo routinely, and then checked the time, it was 11:30.Get up, brush your teeth and wash your face, full of guilt, but still have to eat.After eating, he felt drowsy. He leaned against the bed with the book and read it for half an hour before rolling into bed again.Woke up again, okay, 16:57.

After dinner, I reluctantly flipped through the book for an hour when my phone vibrated.Push messages and news come one after another, and once you pick it up, you can't put it down.By the time my eyes felt sore, it was already 3 o'clock in the morning.Headache and a little nausea.I don't know how long I closed my eyes and thought about it, before I finally fell asleep.

And so on and so forth.

Mu Yu opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling.All the regrets, guilt and unspeakable disappointment in himself surged up, and he only had one thought in his mind: Why am I such a person?

He thought again: Am I hopeless to become a thin person in this life?Will I never complete my counterattack plan?

He looked at his phone beside his pillow.The body of the mobile phone is white, and the 5.5-inch screen is black.There is a film on the black screen, and when the light shines, many fingerprint scratches are clearly visible.The outline of the mobile phone is metal, because it is always knocked and knocked, and there are many uneven places.There is a transparent plastic case on the back of the phone. It was originally clean and transparent, but now it has turned yellow.

The mobile phone that he always holds in his hand and doesn't want to put it down for a second is quietly.

Mu Yu's mind was empty, and he didn't want to touch this object at all.

When he usually sees Weibo that is eager to get out of the order or complains about eating dog food, he will subconsciously reply: Is the phone not fun or the game is not good to play?

However, at this moment he felt empty, and a huge sense of frustration controlled him, and he almost felt that he had lost the strength to lift the small cuboid.However, at this moment, he clearly understood that his frustration and annoyance would not rule him for long.As long as something diverts this emotion, such as when it's time to eat, it's time to sleep, or the notification light of the mobile phone is on, he will immediately struggle out, as if nothing happened, and continue to indulge in the mobile phone network built for him. in the virtual world.

Mu Yu let himself lie down, looking at the dead silent room at the moment.In the morning when there is no video sound, the world seems to be quiet.

After lying down for more than ten minutes, Mu Yu still reached out to press the phone and opened Zhihu.

He swiped Zhihu for more than an hour, and all he read were "how to get rid of mobile phones", "how to overcome procrastination", "why don't you want to go to bed early", "what kind of experience is it to persist in doing one thing for a long time"... ...this kind of Q&A.Looking at the answers in front of him with reverence, he felt that his whole body was filled with strength and enthusiasm.It seems that in the next second, he is detached. Just like those who answered these questions, he is strict and self-disciplined, lives a positive life, and steadily moves towards the pinnacle of life.

Throw away the phone, he thought, I can't be the same again.However, when he made plans with confidence before, he had warned himself many times like this.In fact, just look at him lying on the bed like a fish.It is not so easy to be a self-disciplined person.

Mu Yu got up and slowly folded the quilt.He is also wondering if this time is another 3-minute fever.He evened the sheets, dusting off the small particles.After looking at it, Mu Yu suddenly tore off the sheet, then strode to the bathroom, and threw the sheet he was holding into the basin of the shower.As soon as the shower head was turned on, the sheets were immediately bathed in water.

For a moment, Mu Yu felt relaxed all over.

Looking up, Mu Yu saw that there was still a small note on the mirror of the bathroom that he had specially written a few days ago—it had changed from today.The font is correct and has a hook. It is not difficult to see the resoluteness and decisiveness in his heart when he wrote these words.Especially the two characters of transformation, the handwriting is particularly deep, and he can still remember that when he picked it up after writing, he left a heavy stroke on the white paper that was placed underneath.

Am I serious this time?

He looked at his haggard, sallow face in the mirror.Looking at the facial features, the eyebrows and eyes are clear, the nose and mouth are very correct, and occasionally tidy up, and he can be praised by outsiders as a handsome guy.But now, with a dark yellow complexion, huge dark circles under the eyes, a shiny T-zone, cheeks with a few pimples, and messy chicken buns, people will only say that they are nerds when they go out.

He moved closer to the mirror and looked into his own eyes.The whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyesight seemed to have declined again compared to the previous days.

The cheeks also seemed to bulge a lot.

The man in the mirror frowned.

Mu Yu dipped his hand into the water in the sink, wrote "loser" on the face in the mirror, and grinned dryly.Then write next to that face: CHANGE.

He looked at those two characters, and it seemed that he couldn't find any reason to win the gold medal in the calligraphy competition.

He poured the laundry detergent into the basin, reached out and pressed the sheets.The sheets he was lying on just now were all soaked and twisted into a ball.The water in the basin was gray.After turning off the water, he went back to the bedroom and changed his clothes.

When changing clothes, he squeezed the flesh on his waist expressionlessly, and then watched it softly piled up into two large and one small three-layer swimming rings.Then, he casually put on a black coat, clutched the keys and 100 yuan in black and went out.

The old man downstairs walked forward slowly and saw Mu Yu's surprised expression: "Hey, Xiao Mu, let's go out today."

Mu Yu had a smile on his face, hehe in his heart, and didn't speak.

Fortunately, the old man was not very interested in the dead house where he rarely visited this week, so he walked away.

Mu Yu heaved a sigh of relief, left the community, turned a corner, and stared at the "Xiaowang Barbershop" in front of him in a daze.

He reached out and scratched the oily chicken coop on his head, his sloppy appearance was vaguely reflected on the glass door.He looked inside, and there was only a 50-[-]-year-old aunt doing hairstyles inside the door, and the barber was only a murderous young man who was doing hairstyles for the aunt.

Mu Yu was a little hesitant. This Shamate's aesthetics are strange enough, so he won't give him the whole Shamate, right?

When he was in a trance, a voice suddenly came from his ear, "Beep - the system has been loaded and is starting..."

What the hell?

Mu Yu patted his head subconsciously, feeling that the voice was a little too close to him.Looking back and forth, there is nothing strange.And the computer closest to him was placed on the innermost table in the barber shop.

Perhaps hallucinating?

The big sun above his head made Mu Yu a little dizzy, but he still didn't step into the barber shop.He felt like he didn't know how to speak.

On the contrary, Sha Matt greeted him enthusiastically, and said with a smile: "Hey, buddy, do you want to shave your head?"

Mu Yu blinked and gave a vague ah.

Sha Matt immediately gestured to welcome Mu Yu in, and asked, "Then what do you think of the whole thing?"

Mu Yu said in his heart: Well, it's unexpectedly down-to-earth.

While casually answering: "Cut it short."

I regretted it when I said it. It is said on the Internet that when you enter a barber shop, you can't just say the word "cut short", otherwise long hair will become short hair, short hair will become flat head, and flat head will become bald.So every haircut is like trying your luck. If you are lucky, you can be cut like Takeshi Kaneshiro. If you are not lucky, you will be a prisoner of labor reform.

"Hey, that's good." Shamat responded quickly, and then picked up the scissors.

Mu Yu thought for a while, and was about to add a sentence "don't cut it too short".The strange mechanical sound just now appeared in his ears again, no, to be precise, it seemed to appear in his head.

"Di—the live broadcast system has been activated, and the room is being randomly assigned to the host."

"Di - the room is open, the name of the room is Unnamed, and the room number is 23333."

"Di—the live broadcast agreement has been passed, and the live broadcast system has been officially launched."

Mu Yu frowned and searched for the source of the voice back and forth in front of his eyes and in the mirror, and was about to ask this killer who was calmly waving the small scissors on his head, when his eyes suddenly went dark, he was startled, and then My eyes lit up again.

He took a closer look, and a small screen suddenly appeared.It looked like a TV screen, flickering big and small at the moment, he blinked and looked again in disbelief, the screen suddenly took shape.

The screen is completely transparent.He could see through the screen that Brother Shamat was still creating on his head, as if he hadn't noticed what was happening in front of him at all.

Mu Yu opened his mouth slightly.

A line of words scrolled across the screen: Welcome host [unnamed] to open the live broadcast room, please modify the room and host name as soon as possible.

Mu Yu discovered that the transparency of this screen is not completely transparent, a bit like water droplets falling on glass, they are all colorless, but people can still recognize its outline through the subtle distortion and deformation of the projection.The center of the screen is completely flat.

Brother Shamate combed a lot of broken hair, then leaned over to get the small clipper.

He happily hummed a little tune, but he didn't notice that Mu Yu looked nervously at his hand passing through the screen, then watched him take the small fader and put it back, stood up straight and continued to give him a hand. cut hair.

Mu Yu was shocked to find out: Brother Sha Matt couldn't see it?

And the only other person in the room—the aunt, after noticing Mu Yu's gaze, glanced at him calmly, and then turned her gaze to the TV set on a high place.Mu Yu glanced at the TV, and it was showing "The Heart Queen". Although he hadn't watched it, the show was heavily promoted in the early stage, and now it is considered a popular drama.

Mu Yu withdrew his gaze and continued to focus on the screen in front of him.

"What are you?" As an otaku who has read hundreds of slapstick articles on a certain point, Mu Yu has some procedural familiarity with this kind of thing besides the horror that it will actually happen.

"Di——this system is a counterattack system, the purpose is to serve the people, the goal is to help the host change himself, get promoted and raise his salary, become the general manager, become the CEO, marry Bai Fumei, reach the pinnacle of life, and finally practice socialism Core values. Due to the recent popularity of live streaming software, the R&D center of this system has added a live broadcast function, with the host acting as the host, live broadcasting the host’s counterattack process in real time, whipping the host with live video, and becoming a real winner in life.”

Mu Yu was silent for a while, then he suddenly remembered his lofty ambitions and plans for transformation into ashes.He once vowed that if he couldn't work hard, he would slap himself a hundred times a day, and he once secretly told himself that if he delayed any longer, he would be hit by a car and killed when he went out.

It turns out that he cherishes himself most.He couldn't bear to let himself hurt, and he cherished this little life that couldn't create value.As many times as the blood boils, there are as many times as resignation, giving up, and let's talk about it later.

He looked at Sha Matt in the mirror. Even though his taste was still from many years ago, he still had a smile on his face, his complexion was dark and healthy, and his spirit was high. I don’t know how much better than this pretentious otaku. .

He thought about the classmates who graduated with him, and the classmates who dared not show up. Although he was not interested in class reunions at all, but not wanting to go and not daring to go were two completely different concepts.He has no confidence, not only does he not have a high-tech job, but more importantly, he has lost his vitality and the quality of hard work.

His eyes were slightly hot, hating himself for not living up to expectations.

Thinking about the settings of the slapstick text, he responded to the inexplicable system in his mind, "I want to know, can you really help me?"

The mechanical sound of the system sounded: "The host can rest assured, according to the records, the success rate of my system is 60.00%."

60.00%?Mu Yu's eyelids twitched, "What about the remaining 40.00%?"

"The host has no permission to know."

Mu Yu was startled, let out a breath, and finally made a decision, but there was still one question he wanted to ask, "What price do I have to pay?"

"The host must broadcast live within the time required by the system, and the live broadcast time should be at least six hours a day. During this period of live broadcast, all income will belong to the system research and development center."

"Well... that is to say, I have to live broadcast for these six hours, and the income from the live broadcast will belong to you. But the income beyond the six hours will belong to me?" After that, my thinking became much clearer.As for the income mentioned by the system, he didn't know much about it, so it could only be regarded as an unexpected surprise.

"Yes."

As long as money... Mu Yu felt the itch on the back of his neck gradually eased as Shamat's little brother wiped his broken hair with a sponge. He thought to himself, this is a worthless deal.

The moment Brother Shamate removed the white cloth covering his hair, Mu Yu's eyes lit up, and there were only six words in his heart——

Don't be shy, just do it!