Ding He saw that everyone understood, and continued: "So I am not a good person, and I resolutely don't want a good person card! Brothers and sisters who don't want a good person card, pay attention to it, and the good person card is away from you!"

"Anchor's wave of advertisements 666!"

"In order not to be a good person, I silently clicked on it!"

"Who's the anchor?"

"How old is the streamer?"

Ding He sang "Fly Higher" twice, his voice was a little unbearable, and he chatted with him in the live broadcast room, just to rest his voice.

"The anchor is a SCCD person! I'm 24 years old this year! What about now? I'm in Pujiang, because I graduated from Pujiang Drama Academy! Stay in Pujiang to develop!" Ding He chatted with everyone and introduced himself, "I'm a free man, and it's been almost two years since I graduated! Some time ago, I was a group performer, and I can be seen in many TV dramas, but I may not be able to see my face!"

After chatting for a while, the live broadcast room began to coax again, asking Ding He to sing. Ding He looked at the number of people in the live broadcast room, it was almost three thousand, and he sang two more songs with the gentleman. It's not "Fly Higher", but the song of this world, and when it comes, it prepares an accompaniment!

Time always passes in the blink of an eye, and after singing, it is almost 10 o'clock in the blink of an eye. Seeing that it was not early, Ding He said to the live broadcast room: "Thank you for your support tonight! It's not early, let's see you at seven o'clock tomorrow afternoon!"

"It's only 22 o'clock, is it okay for the nightlife to just start?"

"I'm singing a song!"

"I want to listen to "Fly Higher" again"

"Don't go, let's have one!"

Ding He was helpless, and said to the trembling friends who were coaxing in the live broadcast room: "Okay, everyone is too enthusiastic! The last song!

After singing a song, Ding He said goodbye to the broadcast again, but there were still people who coaxed. Ding He felt a little uncomfortable in his voice, and he stopped singing after being killed. In order to retain fans, I had an idea, took a look at the emotional sub-record, and said to the live broadcast room: "That's it for today! If you like the anchor, see you tomorrow! Wait for you at seven o'clock! In order not to make everyone sad, I will ...... tomorrow I'm going to bring you another original song of mine!"

"And new songs?"

"Sing it today, anchor!"

"Tell me through, what type?"

"Still rock?"

In the live broadcast room, the barrage swiped the screen again, Ding He no longer answered, and said see you tomorrow, and then went off the air.

Just as Ding He was packing up the live broadcast equipment, many younger brothers and sisters around him surrounded him and greeted Ding He.

"Senior, are you really a graduate of our school?"

"Senior, that's amazing!"

"You sing so well, senior!"

The younger brothers and sisters surrounded Ding He and chattered.

"That's right, I'm from the 92 Acting Department!" Ding He replied as he packed his things.

Some students also watched the video of the vibrato, recognized Ding He, and asked Ding He: "Senior, which store celebration video is the last, and you are the one who won the award?"

Ding He didn't expect that the video had such a big influence, and he felt happy in his heart, and said with a smile: "Yes, it's me!"

One of the bold male classmates asked Ding He, "That...... Teaching Assistant Li and ...... Is Director Zhang real?"

When Ding He heard this, this kind of thing can't be talked about nonsense, and if it is spread out, it will be slandered! Ding He thought for a moment and said euphemistically: "I really don't know about this matter! I want to know, so I can only ask the person concerned!"

After chatting for a while, Ding He packed up everything and prepared to leave. The students who watched around also scattered in twos and threes. Ding He held the box and walked towards the school gate, but he didn't go far when he heard someone behind him panting, and chased after him and called himself.

"Senior, senior!" a cheerful girl shouted, panting.

Ding He stopped, turned around, looked at the senior sister and asked, "Senior sister, what's wrong with running so fast?"

"Senior, it's like this!" the little girl slowed down, panting evenly, her little face was flushed, and she explained to Ding He, "My name is Yang Bingbing, I am a little reporter of the school newspaper, I want to post your deeds to the school newspaper, I hope to get your permission!"

"Send it to the school newspaper?" Ding He must have been stunned, and asked after a while.

Yang Bingbing explained to Ding He: "That's the case! Senior, this song of yours is very inspiring, I am going to use your deeds to write a propaganda draft!

Ding He thought about it, anyway, he had already swiped the screen, it didn't matter, just let her write, and said with a smile: "Okay, you can write if you want!"

"Great, senior, can you learn more about it, do you have any other deeds?" Yang Bingbing blushed and asked Ding He.

"It's gone! I'll run around and work part-time, and now I'm an anchor!" Ding He thought about it, but didn't think of any other deeds.

"That's right, senior, can you leave a contact information, I'll also consult with you!" Yang Bingbing looked at Ding He, with a bright smile on the corner of his mouth, and continued to ask.

"Okay!Add my PP!15xxxxx!" Ding He directly said the PP number.

Yang Bingbing directly took out his mobile phone, added Ding He's PP on the spot, and said with a slightly red face: "Senior, is it 'Heqian Nail'?"

"Yes, that's it!" Ding He nodded and said.

"Trouble senior!" Yang Bingbing said politely to Ding He, "Senior, goodbye!"

"No trouble, no trouble!" Ding He said politely, holding the cardboard box, and walked towards the school gate.

Yang Bingbing walked out of the way, stopped, his little face was slightly red, and he looked at Ding He's back as he walked farther and farther, with a sly smile on his face. I watched Ding He all the time, and only then did he return the same way out of sight.

Ding He is not nervous now, although he does not take a taxi, he also takes the bus back to the community. After entering his rental room, Ding He put down his things, washed them, and went to bed. Ding He didn't forget his promise to fans that he would sing a new song tomorrow, so he directly conducted a lottery.

After this live broadcast, Ding He can also be said to have become rich overnight, and his emotional value has risen to two thousand and five points. It is with this confidence that Ding He dares to boast about Haikou and sing a new song tomorrow. Ding He planned very well, first drew 10 times without specifying, and drew 5 and a half times!

"Drop!

"Drip! Start ......"

"Stop, stop......"

The system and Ding He's voice kept repeating......

Every time the system's voice sounded, Ding He's face turned a little stinky. At the beginning, I could persuade myself that there was still a chance, but I didn't win the song once in ten lucky draws. What's more, nine of the ten draws were emotional points, and the nine times combined, none of them were enough for 50 emotional points. won the prize once, and the prize was still a script "Soldier Assault".

"Count you ruthless! I still don't believe it, give me half of the designated song works, and I will continue to smoke!" Ding He shouted angrily at the system.