【Quick time travel】Push out the old attack every day

When he came back, the system rang in a daze, but An Mu was immersed in his own world and didn't listen.

He felt that he had taken another big step towards success, and he had endless strength all over his body.

Lying on the bed tossing and falling asleep, the students returned to the dormitory one after another after lunch, mixed with the sound of talking and walking, and there was still some time before the real lunch break, An Mu decided to board a hologram to play a few songs.

"I started a live broadcast." An Mu asked the opinions of the three roommates.

The three of them took off the hologram and pulled the benches to sit in a row. Burt couldn't wait and said hurriedly: "Go, go, I want to listen."

The live broadcast at this time of lunch break, I was prepared that there would not be many people, but I was a little surprised when I saw the number of online viewers.

The number of people online is more than 1000.

Rubbing his eyes to make sure he read correctly, An Mu set up the camera and greeted everyone: "Hi everyone, this is a small live broadcast room. Today I play with the erhu, um, the movement."

Unaccustomed to the name of the song here, An Mu paused for a while, and finally thought of what to call it.

The audience who had been guarding the live broadcast room all morning yelled and said hello when they saw An Mu go online.

"Good host~"

"The anchor is good~"

"Erhu? Wait, did I go to the wrong set? Didn't you, the host, play the guzheng last night?"

"You can also play the erhu, what kind of fairy anchor is this!"

"Erhu ah ah ah ah ah ah ah my life!"

"The host is so tired! I'm soooo fancier..."

An Mu chose a few simple questions to answer. He didn't expect that the audience would still be very enthusiastic about him after a night: "Guzheng is not bad, Suona is next. I major in Erhu."

Last night when the anchor went offline, everyone didn’t continue surfing like before for some reason, and the cage of sleepiness swept over, and everyone felt very sleepy.

A night without dreams.

Who would have thought that after waking up, most of the damaged spiritual realm would be healed!

The damaged area is much firmer than before. Not only is the original problem completely invisible, but it is also more resistant to damage than other areas that have not been injured.

"What? Suona?"

"What is suona?"

"Is it the national quintessence Suona I thought?"

"... Suona?"

"Just the suona who can participate from birth to death?"

"It turns out that suona can have so many uses, I'm ignorant."

"Thinking that the anchor is going to play the suona, it's inexplicably funny hahahaha, what nice music can the suona play? Watch and watch"

"Hey, wouldn't it be possible to see the face of the anchor?"

An Mu: No show.

"I can only play for one hour. Questions that have not been asked can be asked now, but you must grasp the time."

The comment area was silent for 1 minute, and then they swiped in unison: No problem, please start.

An Mu Lengjun couldn't help but confirmed the time with the three roommates, and started the next performance.

This time An Mu played a horse race, the tune was light and compact, and the pouring tune made people feel like they were in the endless plain.

The first part makes people feel that this is just a cheerful nameless ditty, until the middle of the end, the sound of horseshoes hits the ears, making everyone's eyes widen.

This is, the sound of hooves?

It's really the sound of hooves!

How did the anchor do it?

Concentrate, the audience dare not miss any part.

When the short piece of music was over, everyone still couldn't come to their senses, and there was only one thing left in their minds: This anchor is so awesome.

On the way, An Mu took time to glance at the comment area, but found no one commenting, and wondered if everyone didn't like the song.

Just about to change a song, the comment area suddenly exploded like firecrackers, and the flames were monstrous.

"Mom, look at what treasure anchor I found!"

"Great God, please accept my knee, I really kneel for you."

"Tell me, the sound of hoofbeats I just heard isn't real."

"It's true, I tm heard it too."

"I don't know what to say, please allow me to use the phrase 'fog grass' to pay my respects."

The well-defined fingers played the erhu seemingly casually but carefully. After a few tunes, An Mu checked the time and found that half an hour had passed.

"You can order any song you want to hear." An Mu added, "I will order it."

"I can order songs, so happy!"

"I want to hear the Shield of Light."

"Listen to Sami Chico, that song is really good!"

"Actually, I like whichever song the host plays~"

"Hey, can the anchor know the piano? I want to listen to piano music."

"The Shield of the Holy Light is played by the piano, and I also want to hear the anchor play the piano."

Holy Light Shield?

I really wish I had heard this song somewhere, An Mu thought about it, but forgot where I heard it, the name is quite familiar.

Marshal Teren: "The Shield of the Holy Light? Looking forward to jpg."

Hua'er smiled at me: "Oh, oh, I finally have time to watch the anchor's live broadcast~"

Upstairs you are shameless: "I missed the movement just now, my heart hurts so much..."

"By the way, the 'Marshal Tren' above is the Marshal I know?"

As soon as this sentence came out, many viewers who watched the screen dive exploded.

"Is it real?"

"Actually, I wanted to ask last night. This red account can only be obtained by those who have made contributions to the country. It is also marked with these words. It must be me."

"Marshal Teren! My idol!"

"Is it really you?"

"I don't dare to recognize each other, my male god, I am actually in the same frame as the male god!"

"Is it Marshal Troon himself? If so, may I ask you to say something?"

Marshal Trent: "Squeak."

Everyone: It's really me!

"Sudden death."

"Sudden death."

"Sudden death."

In the comment area, these three words were brushed tacitly. An Mu stopped when Tren started to comment. At this time, Tren's identity was picked up by netizens, and he had to recognize Tren.

"It turns out that Instructor Teren is also here." An Mu said coquettishly to the screen, "Thank you for the starry sky last night, and let the instructor spend your money."

Listening to the words of thanks, several instructors were stunned to hear that they had bad intentions.

Sure enough, not long after, An Mu said in a negotiable tone: "I don't know how much the instructor will give this time~"

An Mu knew that it was shameless for him to say this, but as a young master of death, in order to prevent Marshal Teren from being tempted by him, he went all out, and continued to ask the instructor for gifts: "Oh, I want it. Oh, I can accept as much as the instructor gives."

Ha, this disgusts you.

Several instructors in the same dormitory as Tren huddled together, all of them dared not speak, and secretly glanced at Tren from the corner of their eyes, fearing that he would harm Chi Yu.

Tren, who was sitting in front of the hologram, twitched the corner of his mouth, and pressed the Enter key with his slender fingers, and dozens of prompts sounded instantly in the live broadcast room.

An Mu froze in place, staring blankly at the prompt of a hundred stars in the sky.

Tren is he crazy?

So many rewards, it seems like you don’t need money, even rich people don’t need to spread their money like this.

The comment area is even more lively. A sky full of stars costs [-], so what is the concept of a whole hundred stars in the sky.

The viewers were too dizzy to count. In short, there was a lot of money. Since the live broadcast room started, no viewer had ever seen such a large amount of money. It simply refreshed their perception of the rich!

I believe that it will be on the hot news the next day. There are rumors about Marshal Teren spending a lot of money for the new anchor in the live broadcast room, and rumors about the new anchor being suspected of being taken care of by the Marshal.

"Thank you, Instructor Teren." An Mu was stunned for a long time and finally found his own voice. He pouted and secretly asked for a small handkerchief. Thinking that half of the money would be given to the company, he felt distressed.

Marshal Teren: "Can I order some songs?"

The purpose of giving so much money was to order some songs, so An Mu naturally agreed to ask the funder's father to order: "What song?"

Marshal Trent: "The first time you played in the dormitory."

An Mu thought about it, and under the reminder of his three roommates, he realized that he played Erquan Yingyue that day. He didn't expect Tren to like this song so much: "Okay, next, Erquan Yingyue is dedicated to you."

The audience recalled that Marshal Teren and the anchor knew each other, and the new anchor called Marshal Teren as the instructor...

With this breakthrough, everyone hurried to find out where Tren has been an instructor recently.

It didn't take long to know that Marshal Teren had gone to the Muse Academy, and everyone was very itchy. They wanted to meet the Marshal and the anchor in reality.

Erquan Yingyue Anmu had never played in the live broadcast room. When the sound of the erhu slowly flowed out, the sharp penetrating erhu shocked the audience again.

As the time passed for a piece of music, everyone felt turbulent in their hearts. They never thought that a piece of music could be so contagious. After listening to it, they really wanted to cry.

Before everyone adjusted their status, Thrun ordered another song: "The one you played during the military training on the first day."

Well, An Mu has a deep memory of that day, so he can clearly remember what music he played that day.

Needless to say, An Mu gritted his teeth and used the erhu to pull out a beautiful myth. The tune was so sad that several people shed tears on the spot.

"Actually, this song has lyrics." An Mu played the erhu casually and said softly, "Singing with the lyrics is more charming."

There is such a shortage of songs in this world, An Mu is not sure if there are any songs here. In fact, if the appeal is the strongest, the songs that resonate more are those songs that seem simple and straightforward, but can be deeply rooted in people's hearts.

"Singing? It's actually singing!"

"Ahhh! Can the host sing a little bit? I really want to hear it!"

"It's singing. There is no other song to sing except for the shield of the Holy Light. In my lifetime, I can finally hear other singing."

"so excited!"

"Erhu? Singing? Oh my god, what kind of anchor am I a fan of? It's amazing!"

"666, but I am not educated, and the word 'fog grass' goes all over the world."

Thrun put his hands on the table, and frowned slightly. Knowing two musical instruments has been targeted by many families. The reason why he admitted just now is to tell everyone that this person is covered by himself, but If An Mu can still sing, I'm afraid it will attract more attention.

With his own power and means, he is not afraid of those families stumbling in the dark.

Thinking that An Mu would be bullied by other people where he could not see, Tren felt inexplicable anger in his heart. This feeling was something he never had, not even Ley.

His thin lips were pursed tightly, and he couldn't hold back his thoughts.

Several instructors looked at each other, what happened to the Marshal?