[In these days, calligraphy can also be sold for money! Host, or you write a few brush words to sell for money~]

Listening to the system's words, Song Pengpeng was instantly stunned.

"Words can also be sold for money?"

[Of course, in your ancient times, weren't those calligraphy books worth a thousand gold?]

“…… But I'm not a calligrapher. Although Song Pengpeng also thinks that her handwriting is very good, but if you really compare it with those calligraphers, she is a wool!

[Host, your characters may not be a calligraphy master in ancient times, but now you are in modern times, and there are few people who write calligraphy now, let alone those who practice calligraphy. Your words, more than enough~]

"Really, then how much do you think my word can be sold for?" Song Pengpeng raised his eyebrows, with an interesting look on his face.

[Eh(⊙⊙) Well, you have to participate in some calligraphy competitions to improve your fame first......]

"Cut~!Who has that empty. ”

Song Pengpeng listened to the system's words, pursed his lips, and decided to throw the system aside and continue to familiarize himself with the computer.

After learning that she was destined to be a female anchor live broadcaster, Song Pengpeng decided to find out the thing called the computer.

Although she was usually the spirit behind this body, she had seen this woman operate the computer and operated it many times.

But when it really came to her hands, she was still a little foggy.

Here's the gist here, and here's the password......

After a whole day of groping, Song Pengpeng finally got the operation of the computer almost done. And Song Pengpeng, who learned to surf the Internet, also began to find the computer interesting.

Especially when she inadvertently clicked into a novel website, she looked at those magical online novels, and she was simply fascinated by them~

If it weren't for the system reminding her, Song Pengpeng would really have forgotten that she was going to sleep live on the spot!] [Host, what about going to bed at ten o'clock and starting the live broadcast?→_→]

Song Pengpeng, who was reading the novel, listened to this reminder from the system, and his brain instantly sobered up.

"Ah~! yes, I forgot about it!"

Song Pengpeng patted his thigh and glanced at the lower right corner of the computer with some depression.

The time, ten o'clock, is five minutes away.

[Today...... Is it still live?(⊙_⊙)?]

"Live broadcast, of course live broadcast, otherwise what if you are deducted money. ”

With that, Song Peng quickly got up from the chair and walked briskly towards the cloakroom.

Today is her first live broadcast, and if it's ten o'clock, it's ten o'clock. She can't be late!

Song Pengpeng muttered in her heart as she walked quickly to the cloakroom.

[Host, what are you doing in the cloakroom?]

"Take my mask, of course. Song Peng muttered.

Aren't you going to sleep?_(:з"∠)_]

In the bewildered voice of the system, Song Pengpeng took out a black veil mask embroidered with delicate patterns from the drawers of a row of cabinets in the cloakroom.

[Host, you still wear a mask when you sleep?]

Listening to the stupid question of the system, Song Pengpeng twitched the corners of his mouth speechlessly.

In the past, the system also said that her brain IQ was low and she needed to supplement more IQ milk powder, but now she feels that this system also needs to drink more IQ milk powder and replenish her brain.

"Are you stupid, I'm going to high school from tomorrow. Oh, I'm using this face this night, do you think I'm dying fast enough or dying not fast enough? If this is discovered, I'm not going to be finished!"

Song Peng rolled his eyes and explained to the system.

After listening to Song Pengpeng's words, the system reacted.

[(⊙o⊙)Ahhh

"......: "Where the hell did this system come from? And it claims to be high-tech! It's just a shame to be high-tech! (╯_╰)

[Host, look!Or my Wangzi Jackie Chan brand IQ milk powder is useful!IQ is really improved, not a little bit~!o(≧v≦)o]

“…… Hehe, it's good if you're happy. ”

After putting the mask on her face, Song Pengpeng walked to the wall mirror in the cloakroom, and she looked at herself in the mirror.

Her face had been obscured by a thin layer of embroidered black gauze, and her facial features looked very blurry.

Although this is the case, the contours of the face and the eyes are still there, so although it is wearing a black veil mask, it still has a hazy beauty, revealing a mysterious and elegant temperament.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Song Pengpeng left the cloakroom with great satisfaction and walked back towards the bedroom.

This time, Song Pengpeng, who was wearing a mask, very calmly opened the live broadcast software of Yumao Live on the computer.

After logging in to Song Pengpeng's account and adjusting the video, Song Pengpeng entered the live broadcast room belonging to this body and started the live broadcast......

And her live broadcast also stunned a small number of people, and what is even more unexpected is that what kind of surprising and legendary things will happen in this live broadcast room that can accommodate hundreds of thousands of people......

"I'll go! Mimei's live broadcast room is open!"

"Nurse Mi is cheating on the corpse!"

"Let's go see E's milk!"

"Brothers~! Shake your chest and dance up~!"

As soon as Song Pengpeng's live broadcast room opened, a lot of members soon came in.

Although Song Pengpeng has been gone for a month, and many people have forgotten her, as the saying goes, a skinny camel is still bigger than a horse.

Although it is said that tens of thousands of people poured in as soon as the live broadcast was started, more than 1,000 people still came in this time when the live broadcast was started.

[Where's Nurse Mi?]

[What about the Mi Mei people? What about the people?

【Shake your chest, shake your chest, shake your chest, dance ~~~~】

[Excuse me, does anyone know about Mi Mei's people_(:З"∠)_]

When the members who rushed in did not find Song Pengpeng's figure, the entire screen was overwhelmed by the barrage.

[Rely on! We've been tricked!!Started the live broadcast, but what about this person!Is it possible that he will be invisible!Angry!]

[That's it! I disappeared for no reason, I didn't say anything for a month, and now I'm singing live and I can't see anyone in Nima!

[This anchor has been blacklisted by me![/Goodbye manual]]

In the entire live broadcast room, all the black smoke and miasma were scolding the anchor, and suddenly ...... A netizen spoke.

[That...... I don't know if I'm wrong...... On that bed, the bulging piece can't be someone...... Are you sleeping......]