Chapter 0009 – Second Live Broadcast (1 / 2)

The house manager, Hai, came online first thing like he was conspiring with her.

Gu Xi casually picked up the campus card on the table and said in a mechanical voice, “Dropping, evening shift card, your little anchor is at work, please supervise.”

[A Sea: …..]

[Creek Shadow Guard Head: like where to go for further training, not sure to see again]

[Sister Xiaoxi is so pretty: I’ll supervise you at work until you clock out at 3:00 a.m.]

[Girl at the Bridge: Good evening. Sing? [Laughs]

………

Pop-ups quite a lot, in which the girl on the bridge is surprisingly floating screen, firefly floating screen in addition to the room management, the rest of the users floating screen to spend money, but this money has nothing to do with the anchor.

Gu Xi: “Let’s make a bet that by 10:00, you guys will voluntarily take me off the air.”

[White Whore: 50 cents, bet it]

[Master’s Creek Up: Go to bed at 1:00 a.m. and you should still be able to hear the anchor singing before you go to sleep [evil laugh]]

[Sister Creek is so pretty: I want my sister to win, I’ll call my sister off the air at 10:00 [with tears]]

[Nerd: Quick, fork out the heretics up there]

……..

Gu Xi couldn’t help herself, “Today is a day to be warmed by a little crybaby brother.”

[Creek Sister is so pretty: [shy]]

[White Whore Monster: Ugh, he’s still love-brained, gullible underage]

Don’t give him publicity in case he’s targeted by the wrong people, bury him.

[……]

The pop-ups talked and laughed, and Gu Xi changed the subject, “Just now a sister floated the screen to listen to a song, so sing ‘Girl by the Bridge’.”

[Girl at the Bridge: I came here to see your cover version.]

Gu Xi got it, she guessed it.

The day before yesterday, she covered the “girl by the bridge” and sent to the firefly, the current work of the likes of more than 10,000, but also received hundreds of thousands of flowers, in the case of this old song has been covered do not know how many times, there is such an achievement is naturally a good response.

The pop-ups were extraordinarily quiet as the music played, and all seemed to be listening in silence.

“I welcome the fragrance in the warm sun

Whose girl is it~”

…..

Her voice is like the gentlest breeze in the spring, and when it blows gently, it arrives at one’s heart and blossoms into a small mountain flower swaying brilliantly in the fields.

When she sang ‘Whose girl’, the pleasure of her brow passed into the song, vivid and joyous.

In the minds of the crowd, a story of a beautiful encounter was composed in a few moments.