It's exciting to run away [Quick Transmigration]

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Song Heming returned to the house with the cat food, seeing that the setting was not triggered, he was very happy.

Anyway, he had nothing to do in the room, so he turned on the live broadcast again and started a new day's money-making plan, but just after starting the live broadcast, the system said: "Release side missions - maintain popularity for three consecutive days, sign B stand."

Song Heming raised his eyebrows.

"What is the definition of maintaining popularity?"

"The maximum number of viewers in a day can reach [-]."

Although the popularity value was very high yesterday, Song Heming knew that it was all because the local tyrant smashed the small TV. television.

The local tyrant is not here this morning.

Song Heming squinted his eyes at the camera and shook his beard, looking up at the barrage sent.

Almost as soon as the broadcast started, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room instantly increased by several hundred, and the barrage gradually increased.

In addition to the cat suckers, there are quite a few people who are asking if the local tycoon will come, and whether he will smash the small TV.

Song Heming meowed, thinking in his mind how he would maintain his popularity if that local tyrant didn't come.

Just thinking about it, that local tyrant suddenly appeared and cast three small TVs for Song Heming!

Song Heming's entire cat was stunned.

He stared blankly at the screen, and stood up directly from the table. After thinking about it, he meowed several times.

The barrage suddenly went crazy.

[The orange peel is finally screaming! 】

[What the hell is orange peel!But is it meowing so much to thank the local tyrants?I feel fatter when I stand up...]

[It must be. 】

[Coincidentally, how could the cat know that the local tyrant gave it so many gifts?Or is there actually a shit-shoveling officer standing behind the screen? 】

[There is a shit-shoveling officer standing behind the front screen, my grandma will help you if she doesn't...]

【Hahahaha standing up makes me fatter hahahaha】

Song Heming was embarrassed for a while, and squatted down quickly.

The fact that the orange cat can eat is really beyond Song Heming's control... He is usually very hungry, and he is also very desperate... Fortunately, he saw the human form before, except for a little baby fat, he is still a beautiful boy, If it was a fat man, let alone the people on the barrage, even Song Heming himself would not be able to accept it.

Seeing this, the local tyrant finally posted the first comment.

【Ah】

Song Heming: "..." What he hates most is people saying haha.

But since this is a local tyrant, he will not care about that person if he is provided with a huge amount of cat food every day.

Song Heming shook his tail, and lay quietly in front of the camera to watch the bullet screens others gave him, but those people who sucked cats were not bothered, as if it didn't matter even if he lay here all the time and did nothing.

Indeed, before Song Heming slept on the bed, he could attract a lot of people into the live broadcast room to watch, not to mention that he was still wagging his tail now.

Just when Song Heming was making money by selling cute, the editor of station B contacted Song Heming directly.

Of course, Song Heming was in the form of a cat at this time, so he didn't know about it at all.

After waiting until night, Song Heming ended the day's live broadcast and turned into a human form, and found out that there were several private messages.

Sign up?

Song Heming raised his eyebrows.

He added the editor's penguin. He originally thought that the two of them would chat tomorrow, but he didn't expect that the editor hadn't slept yet, and the verification message he just sent was immediately approved.

Editor Maple Leaf at station B: Is it meow meow!

Birdsong: ...uh, yes.

Maple Leaf, Editor of Station B: Hello, I wonder if you have the intention to sign a contract with us at Station B?After signing the contract, you can get a fixed salary every month, which is equivalent to a sum of money!

Birds: What do I need to do?

Editor Maple Leaf at Station B: Cough cough, you don’t really need anything, it’s just that you broadcast live five days a week, at least four hours a day, I think you basically live broadcast all day long, but sometimes you help B fight Just advertise, it's all very simple.Do you want to see the contract?

Bird calls: good.

Anyway, it's all live broadcasts. If you have money to get after signing the contract, that's of course better.

His main purpose now is to make his life better, so why not do it.

After glancing at the contract, Song Heming felt that there was nothing wrong with it, so he just followed the editor's prompt and filled it out, and passed it to the editor Maple Leaf. After reading it, Maple Leaf gave the file in PDF format and asked Song Heming to print it out and sign it tomorrow. Then send it to the editorial department.

Bird Calling: I will send it tomorrow.

Maple Leaf, Editor of Station B: Okay, okay, then I'll download it!

After Song Heming sent an 'OK' gesture from a veteran cadre, Maple Leaf went offline.

Song Heming stretched, ready to take a bath.

On the other side, Jing Ran turned off the live broadcast channel on his phone, looked at the email sent by his assistant, raised his eyebrows and nodded.

The email showed that after the boy returned home from the accident, he never left the house again. As for why he suddenly became blind, it may be due to the aftereffects of the previous accident, but I don’t know why the boy didn’t go to see a doctor .

Jing Ran frowned slightly.

Since the last time we parted, he had been worried about that boy, so worried that he couldn't help but work downstairs.

Even the cats that I usually like to smoke are only watched at night.

But unexpectedly, that boy turned into a blind person.

Jing Ran felt that he had to be responsible for this matter.

After being silent for a while, Jing Ran sent a text message to his assistant, asking him to postpone the work tomorrow morning and go to see the boy together.

After Song Heming got up the next morning, he was not in a hurry to broadcast the live broadcast. Instead, he posted a notice that he had to go out today and the live broadcast would not be broadcast until evening. He memorized the address, tied gauze over his eyes, and went out with a wooden stick.

Just in case, Song Heming didn't dare to leak any light to himself.

Song Heming never knew what the world of the blind is like.

But now he feels it a little bit.

——I don’t know what’s ahead, so I’m cautious about everything I do.

Song Heming fumbled around, thinking blankly, luckily he asked for leave.

It is very difficult to find a printing shop only, plus express delivery...

Song Heming sighed softly.

He couldn't see the surrounding shops at all, and was going to ask someone for directions later.

At this moment, he clearly felt that the wooden stick in his hand hit something, and then, his shoulder was held down by someone.

"I'm sorry." Song Heming said softly, "I couldn't see the way, so I accidentally hit you."

"fine."

What Song Heming met was a man. Although he couldn't see his face, standing next to him gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression.His voice is very magnetic, and it sounds beautiful. If it was a voice control, he would probably want to marry now.

Song Heming took a step back and asked, "Sir, do you know where there is a printing shop near here?"

"……Know."

Song Heming: "Can I trouble you to show me the way?"

For Song Heming, it is very good that this man can stand down and chat with him slowly in this fast-paced life, instead of angrily scolding him to leave.

"I can take you there directly."

The man said, holding Song Heming's hand.

In an instant, a feeling of electric current spread from the hands held by the two people all the way to the whole body, which made Song Heming's scalp numb...

It seems a little bad for two big men to hold hands like this, right?

Song Heming raised his eyebrows: "Sir, you..."

"This is more convenient." The man interrupted Song Heming, "If there is anything ahead, I will tell you that you can move forward with confidence."

Song Heming struggled for a while, but the man held it tightly. In desperation, Song Heming had no choice but to compromise.

The two walked forward quietly. Not long after, the man suddenly pulled Song Heming to the right. He said, "There is a step here."

Song Heming lifted his foot up the steps and entered the store.

The owner of the store is a woman. When she saw the two people, she asked, "The one who copied the ID card?"

Song Heming took out his ID card: "Yes, there is still a contract. In Penguin, boss, can you help me with it?"

"Yes." The boss asked, "Account password?"

Song Heming said the account password, and the boss entered the mailbox and printed out the signing contract of station B.

Song Heming heard the man next to him ask, "Are you live streaming?"

"Yeah." Song Heming laughed, "I have bad eyesight, so I don't know what work I can do, and I have another cat, so I just broadcast it live."

"Cat..." The man seemed to pick up the contract, and he whispered, "Meow meow?"

It doesn't matter if you tell this man.

Song Heming nodded: "Yes, my name on station B."

"I see."

Song Heming was a little strange when he heard this.

The man's voice always felt a little meaningful.

Song Heming didn't care, and printed his ID card again, fumbled the money he picked up from home to the shop owner, thanked the man again, and prepared to leave.

"You printed these things, so you have to send them? I'll take you to send them." The man said, not allowing Song Heming to refuse, and once again took Song Heming's hand. He didn't know what cat cakes were, so just hold hands. , he still squeezes it from time to time!

Song Heming: "..."

Song Heming couldn't help but asked, "Will this be too much trouble for you?" His original intention was to tell the man to get out of here quickly, and stop taking advantage of his hand, but the man obviously misunderstood.

The man whispered: "It's okay, after you finish sending the courier, you can treat me to a meal."

Song Heming said decisively, "No money."

The author has something to say:

I didn't sign the contract, the process was all made up by me, and I don't know if there is an editor [Hello]

I saw a lot of babies asking me for my live broadcast ID at station B, hahahaha, I’m not afraid to tell you, I’m live broadcasting Overwatch at station B, and I’ll be online every noon and afternoon. Already, please pay attention directly without further ado. By the way, a B Kela can be called my fan [Hey! 】

correct!If I want to write a novel during my live broadcast, I will tell them that I have to do my homework!If anyone comes, please don't expose me! !