"What about time?" Liu Zixia nodded and answered, "You can't create without a time limit, right?"

That's right, even if Liu Zixia and Jin Shitang can afford to wait, the audience doesn't have so much time to stay up late with the two.

"Of course, there is a time limit. ”

Jin Shitang sneered, as if he was turning his head to say a few words to someone, and then continued, "One song, one hour! Of course, if you are afraid, you can directly admit defeat." ”

An hour? Why do you think this is an 800-word essay? Even if it's an 800-word essay, it has to have an outline, a synopsis, and a main idea, right?

How do you create a song if you only know a theme, melody, lyrics or anything?

"Afraid?" Liu Zixia shrugged his shoulders, "I'll leave this word to you! By the way, Xia Yue's side can give you an answer, it doesn't take an hour to compose a poem, it only takes five minutes, do you dare to fight?"

This time it was Jin Shitang's turn to be silent, now is not ancient, there is no seven-step poem, he can make some limerick poems, it does not mean that he can make a poem seriously.

"Jin Laogou, you have the courage to smear the blacks, but you will fight for me?"

"It's just that what about the arrogant energy on the Internet before, now let's throw it out and take a look?"

"I don't think you should be called Jin Shitang, you will be renamed the Golden Turtle in the future......, right?

Jin Shitang's silence made the audience in the live broadcast room feel very happy, and they turned on the barrage mode one after another, and the barrage was about to drown the entire live broadcast room.

In the face of the complaints and angry scolding from the audience, Jin Shitang was also angry from his heart, and he said directly: "Isn't it just five minutes to compose a poem?

When he first started as a freelance media commentator, Jin Shitang may still have justice in his heart, and he may feel happy or sad about whether he has increased his followers.

Now, since taking the first business money from others, Jin Shitang has abandoned justice, everything is profit, what reputation, what-stirring stick...... What is it compared to money?

"Okay, since you agree, then let's not delay the time of the majority of netizens. Liu Zixia waved his hand, "The first question is the question made by netizens! Jin Shitang, you can tell netizens how to make questions." ”

Damn, since you are so rude to Lao Tzu, what should I do with your face?

"Hmph. Jin Shitang snorted coldly, "Then ask netizens to leave a message under the room, take a screenshot at 8:15, and then see what the topic of the message at the top of the screenshot is." ”

Jin Shitang is quite kind, at least he didn't engage in any black-box operations, and the questions made in this way are more transparent.

In fact, where did the audience understand that if it weren't for Huang Bingkun's sudden addition, with Jin Shitang's urine, he would definitely come up with some disgusting Liu Zixia's idea.

It's just that the situation doesn't allow it now, with Huang Bingkun here, even if he gives them the courage again, he won't dare!

"Isn't this golden old dog too bad, this method of choosing a topic is good. ”

"It's 8:15, and there are still a few minutes left, so don't speak, hurry up and leave a message. ”

"You don't look at how many people are waiting for the question now, they are all staring at 8:15, we don't have a show. ”

All the viewers who watched the live broadcast were noisy, and they left messages under the live broadcast room, while comparing the time, as if they were going to miss a million in the next second.

Time passed minute by minute, and seeing that eight o'clock and fifteen were approaching, the audience in the live broadcast room fell silent, and the barrage was gone, because all their attention was now on the message box under the room.

There were still three minutes left, and the messages in the message box began to refresh wildly.

What made everyone present and netizens watching the live broadcast dumbfounded was that in the last time alone, millions of messages would be refreshed almost every minute.

Since the birth of the live broadcast platform, there has never been even any anchor who has had such a hot scene, and the most important thing is that this is not an anchor, but a star from the entertainment industry.

At 8:15, Liu Zixia and Jin Shitang were all stuck and intercepted the picture!

"It's time, no screenshots, no screenshots?"

"It's here, it's here! Don't swipe the message, hurry up and put the screenshot out and show us?"

Brush!

The screenshots of Liu Zixia and Huang Bingkun were put on the screen of the live broadcast room almost at the same time.

may be because of the delay in the screenshot, the first message of the two is not the same, but looking at the time below, it can still be compared.

"Happy Creek: I'm going to get married in a few days, and I want my summer to create a duet song for men and women with the theme of love, because I want to surprise all the guests at the wedding with my girlfriend!"

"Happy Creek, your theme has been chosen!" Liu Zixia had a smile on his face and said to the audience in the live broadcast room, "First of all, let's congratulate Happy Creek, happy newlywed, and a hundred years of good together!"

"Young man, you're so lucky, I'll send you a gift of fortune, so I should help you celebrate!"

"Congratulations to Xiaoxi, woo woo, I've been single for 20 years, and I still don't have a girlfriend!"

"Lao Tie, please don't abuse the dog......! I'll brush the bamboo!"

The audience in the live broadcast room is kind, after seeing the pictures on the screen, their first action is to send a barrage or leave a message to congratulate this netizen, and some local tyrants even sent gifts for scattered wealth.

Scattered gifts are different from gifts to the anchor, these gifts are actually candy, generally 100 yuan is sent twice, and all the viewers who are watching the live broadcast can grab it.

It can be regarded as a way to liven up the atmosphere and increase the popularity of the anchor.

In Liu Zixia's room, Lang Wenxing and the others, in addition to watching Liu Zixia's live performance, everyone held a mobile phone, tablet or laptop in their hands.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the spectator's request on the screen.

Because, most of the current songs are mainly about love, if it is other unpopular themes, I am afraid that they will sweat for Liu Zixia in their hearts.

Compared to the remaining two unknown topics, this one is the most certain.

"Okay, now that the first theme has been decided, is it time to start?"

Watching Liu Zixia interacting with netizens in the live broadcast room, Jin Shitang was a little impatient, he couldn't get used to seeing others more famous than him and more praised than him.

After all, he is also a human being, no matter how bad his reputation is, he still has self-esteem.

"Friends, since Mr. Jin is already urging, then I'll start. Liu Zixia touched Yueyue's little head, picked up the pen and paper, lowered his head and began to create.

", 66666, I'm Xia Weiwu, and I'm starting to write songs?"

"My Xia, don't you even need to think about it? In your mind, songwriting is really the same as playing?"

"Don't make any noise, let's see what's going on over there?"

Seeing Liu Zixia pick up the pen, netizens have exploded, have they never seen such a song?

Could it be that today's music creators are so good?

Don't talk about them, even Han Junqing, who was hiding beside Jin Shitang on the other side of the screen, had a stunned look on his face, this guy is really so powerful?

On the screen, Huang Bingkun and Huang Lao's face also showed curiosity.

After so many years in the music and entertainment industry, he has never seen such a young person.

When the graduation report performance of the Chinese Opera Performance Department, Huang Bingkun watched Liu Zixia's performance in the private room on the second floor, and Huang Bingkun attached great importance to this young junior with great singing talent and talent.

Moreover, in the past month or so, he has often seen news about Liu Zixia, and he has also begun to become more and more curious about this young junior.

", go and see, Xia Yueda's Weibo has been updated!"

"Which of you has extra equipment, can you upload the content on Xia Yueda's Weibo?"

"No, my summer's live broadcast room is very difficult to enter, and I will drop it when I quit. ”

After less than two minutes, the audience in the live broadcast room suddenly became noisy again, and many barrages flew by.

It turned out that Liu Zixia handed over the tablet to Lang Wenxing before opening the live broadcast room.

When he just lowered his head and picked up the pen, he first sat down and composed a poem, and then secretly handed it to Yueyue, asking Yueyue to hand over the paper to Lang Wenxing, and then Lang Wenxing logged in to the account of 'Xia Yue' and was responsible for publishing the whole poem.

At this time, a screenshot suddenly appeared on the screen of the live broadcast room, which was a screenshot of Xia Yue's Weibo, which Lin Yue directly asked the background to upload to the interface.

"@金石堂, since the first theme has been released, according to the rules, if you compose a poem within five minutes, I will be one step ahead of you!

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight.

There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit. ”

Seeing this poem, the audience in the live broadcast room was stunned.

"This poem looks very meaningful! Don't look at my elementary school level, but this sentence 'The spring silkworm dies to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry', I always feel that it gives me a sense of abuse. ”

"Yes, yes, this poem describes the pain of a pair of lovers parting and their thoughts after parting, expressing the extremely sincere lovesickness and parting. ”

"And did you find that in this poem, the myths and legends of Penglai Immortal Mountain and Blue Bird are also borrowed to express the incomparable love and deep longing for the lover in your heart. ”

This kind of poem, I'm afraid that even those contemporary writers and masters, few of them can make it, right?