mousepad-d2 Chapter 123 Live Streaming
Chapter 123 Live Streaming
Ling Huan was counting the days with his fingers. He originally wanted to give Qiao Mohan a gift on New Year's Eve, and then have a candlelight dinner at home. Little did he know that Qiao Shanshan was also planning to start a new year on New Year's Eve. So he had to go back and be a blogger for others.
Now when she logs in to Qiao Shanshan's website, she can see her huge cover on the homepage.
Then, at this moment, he was downloading a live broadcast software to see how those people chatted awkwardly.
Ling Huan was devastated, he was not good at finding words without words, especially when facing the camera, this completely killed him.
Which one of these live broadcasters can't be eloquent, if he is allowed to go on alone, the clothes will definitely be unsalable.
Ling Huan sent a wechat message to Qiao Mohan sadly.
The man is very relieved.
"Don't think too much, you, Sister Shanshan, they have been working on the brand for so many years, and they know which direction things will develop. Letting you live broadcast to promote it is just one of the directions of effort, and it doesn't matter if you can't do it well." Jomo Han said.
Ling Huan seemed to understand, but since the relationship between the two became closer, it was rare to hear Qiao Mohan speak in such a tone.
"...Oh, I see."
"Ling Huan, there are a lot of people who like you online now, so you have to be more cautious in what you say and do, and don't be too utilitarian. If your brand is good, many people will naturally be willing to buy it, plus your fan base. They are all girls, and this brand mainly focuses on men's clothing, so in fact, it can not promote too many levels, what do you think?"
Ling Huan was a little discouraged, and suddenly felt ashamed that Qiao Shanshan gave him so much salary.
He probably understood Qiao Mohan's meaning, and felt a little relieved after being distressed, "But, even if this is the case, I still don't know what to talk about..."
"Your Sister Shanshan will arrange it. There will definitely be clothes introductions and clothes fittings. Do you have a holiday on New Year's Day? Or if not, let her come over at noon, and you have dinner together and talk about it."
Ling Huan breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to Weibo again habitually. In fact, without Qiao Shanshan's relationship, he would not be willing to do this to a large extent. He has been wearing clothes and likes them very much, but If he is satisfied, others may not be satisfied, and most of these people still like him more or less.
He wanted to make this kind of like a little more simple, after all, he should be extremely honored to be liked by others.
"Hey, it seems that I have to broadcast a live broadcast for you during the New Year's Eve. I'm inexplicably afraid of my face, will I die as soon as I turn on the camera?" Ling Huan posted a Weibo post with a selfie of Ling Huan at the bottom , the person in the photo is only lying on top of a pile of exercise books, looking at the camera with some sadness.
Qiao Shanshan's official blog was praised in seconds, and fans felt that since the existence of little brother Ling Huan, Guan Bojun is not aloof at all, let alone reserved.
Most of the many small fans paid special attention to Ling Huan. Not long after Ling Huan posted it, a group of sofa snatchers came.
"Sofa, sofa, I finally heard Wo Huan's call when I stayed up all night reciting!"
"Ah, mine must be fake, special attention, my sofa..."
"Hmph, finally squeezed into the front row, Huanbao, what, pen refill."
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Ling Huan replied with a red heart to each of the first three, feeling a little excited and satisfied.
I refreshed the news and private messages several times back and forth, more and more comments, and I couldn't receive the likes, but he still caught the sentence of Qiao Mohan who was submerged in the tens of millions of troops, "Then don't worry about you every day. Are you playing with your mobile phone at school every day, just stay and study obediently. Little mine jpg."
Ling Huan just smiled and said nothing, is this man secretly planning something again recently?Why doesn't this sound the way it usually sounds?
Within a few minutes of this comment, it was pushed up by those good fans. Ling Huan rubbed his nose, pulled up the quilt, and was ready to sleep with his mobile phone in his hand.
Two days, just two days.
Is this gift for New Years Eve or Valentine's Day?Valentine's Day has to wait until Chinese New Year...
But if you give it now, do you have to prepare gifts for Valentine's Day?This seems to be the way to fall in love, but what should I give for Valentine's Day?Roses, chocolate?Ling Huan's mind was in a mess, he was about to fall asleep, and he was still pretending to be these things.
There are only a group of cuties who are still high on Weibo.
In the beginning, Ling Huan would come out to make soy sauce except when the official blog called, and the frequency of updating the blog was almost every half a month, and they were all forwarded comments like veteran cadres.
Now it has suddenly risen to the realm of live broadcasting, and the fans feel that it is really admirable.
Seeing that Ling Huan didn't reply to him, Qiao Mohan liked a few active fans, and fell asleep too.
Ling Huan's character, on the surface, looks like nothing. He behaves like a sunny boy in front of him. In fact, he also has some low self-esteem. He thinks it's good to be liked and paid attention to by such a group of people. At least it can make him more confident.
As for the live broadcast, Qiao Mohan is looking forward to it. He likes Ling Huan watching how Ling Huan interacts with them. No matter what is updated every day, he always likes to browse Ling Huan's Weibo comment area before going to bed at night. That little arrogant tone when he replied to fans.
Since his grandma passed away, although Ling Huan couldn't see anything negative, he was not as cheerful as before. Qiao Mohan wanted to build an invisible stronger backing for him.
Whether it is Qiao Mohan himself or the fans who silently like Ling Huan behind his back, I hope these things can infect his heart.
When Ling Huan woke up in the middle of the night, he subconsciously glanced at his phone. The unread message on the screen was the good night message Qiao Mohan sent him at twelve o'clock. The corners of his mouth curled up, and his eyes closed again. Then sleep until five o'clock in the morning.
Just as he was struggling to get someone to wake up, he heard the fat man's voice calling for the bed, um, the sound of waking someone up.
"Get up, comrades, and fight for another two full days, we can go home and catch up on sleep..."
The corner of Ling Huan's mouth twitched, and he sat up weakly from the bed, wailing, "Why are you so creative!"
Then I saw Qin Feng and Zhang Mingxuan each throwing a pillow on the fat man's head, with an accuracy comparable to Olympic shooting.
The countdown to New Year's Day has officially started. They were not considered to be schools in the traditional sense, but closer to cram schools in nature, so they can still have a day off on New Year's Day. It was possible to take two breaks in a month, and everyone expressed their expectations and gratitude.