Chai Guanglun is extremely angry!

In a fit of rage, he "snapped" and turned off the live broadcast. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Suddenly, the live broadcast room of "Lao Chai Writing Calligraphy" was dark.

caused onlookers to burst into laughter.

In Chai Guanglun's study, there was a mess next to the desk, and there was a notebook with a broken screen lying on the floor.

But he didn't care about tidying up at all, and walked back and forth in the study with his waist crossed, calming his anger.

As if suddenly thinking of something, he took out his phone from his pocket, and clicked the icon into the scarf with a slight trembling finger.

It's a pity that he is destined to disappoint, and the scolding on the neck is more intense and miserable than the live broadcast room.

His expression was distorted, and he raised his hand to smash his phone.

As soon as he raised his hand, he suddenly thought of something, turned on his phone again, flipped through a number, and clicked to dial.

The light of the mobile phone screen was reflected on Chai Guanglun's angry face, and the words Lu Gang flickered on the screen.

Soon, the mechanical electronic sound came from the top quality mobile phones.

"The phone you made is off, please call again later. ”

Chai Guanglun: "...... I'm Cao!"

Lu Gang's number became the last straw that bent Chai Guanglun, and in the next second, the mobile phone was smashed to the ground, and the screen cracked into a spider web......

Chai Guanglun's matter is a joke for many netizens.

At this point, twenty minutes have passed in the live broadcast time.

Nie Yao had already written the first word, she put the paper aside to dry, laid a new one, and then chose a new brush on the pen holder.

The insiders on the barrage immediately spoke.

"Sheep hair, the anchor is going to write a book?"

"Can you still deduce what kind of font you write from a brush?"

"Upstairs, you're lonely, the material of the brush is different, the suitable calligraphy font is also different, it is recommended to go to the thousand degrees of science. ”

……

Soon, there was really an audience who went to Qiandu, and then it was sent out in the form of a barrage.

The live broadcast room shouted loudly.

Chen Jiahe and Xie Wen, who were on the side, turned their heads to look at Nie Yao in shock.

Both of them guessed that Da Yao wouldn't really want to change the font, right?

For many calligraphy lovers, it can be said that it is very rare to practice a calligraphy font well, and it is generally difficult for ordinary people to do it unless they are calligraphers of the Chinese Calligraphy Association.

The live broadcast room suddenly boiled, and everyone watched Nie Yao's movements motionlessly, as if they were afraid of missing a second.

Nie Yao calmly picked up the sheep's hair pen, as if immersed in the past thousands of times of practice, washing the pen, dipping the ink, and writing ......

The clouds are flowing water, the fibers are intermittent, and the Xu Xing is slow, Nie Yao is really a book!

The barrage in the live broadcast room immediately exploded.

"I'm Cao, I'm really convinced!

"The anchor's writing is no worse than the regular script, and I suddenly feel that I have written in vain for ten years......"

"Worship the big guy!"

"Ate my grandfather's chestnut, anchor, it's all your fault, woo woo woo ......"

"If the anchor can write cursive again, the live broadcast of labor and management eats the keyboard!"

"I've taken a screenshot of the one above!"

……

Nie Yao wrote a short poem.

It didn't take ten minutes to write.

She set the rice paper aside and spread out the new one.

She changed her brush.

Nie Yao picked up the brush dipped in ink, stood in front of the desk and took a deep breath, then bent down and put down the pen in one go!

The tip of the pen ran on the paper, and it took only half the time to write this time, and a pair of wild grass was written!

The barrage and interactive area in the live broadcast room have become a sea of "......".

"Anchor, you're too bullying!

"Although I can't read a word of Wild Grass, I still think it looks good, am I hopeless!"

"The anchor's wild grass can only be described in one word, amazing!"

"Upstairs, stupid, awesome is two words. ”

"Hey, the one who was going to eat the keyboard live just now, come out, I already remember your ID!"

……

Chen Jiahe and Xie Wen now almost want to break Nie Yao's head and take a good look, how long is this head, how can it be so powerful.

They have been sleeping together for a semester, and they never knew that Nie Yao's calligraphy had reached a level beyond the reach of ordinary people!

At this time, the "Dayan Empire Immortal", which was at the top of the fan list and was the top gold title, suddenly spoke.

Because this girl is a top gold title, the color of the font is different from others, and you can set it yourself, this time he changed it to a font with a flickering effect, which suddenly blinded the eyes of the audience in the live broadcast room.

The Great Yan Empire is immortal: Look at you like this, none of you have ever seen the world, what's so great about the anchor, isn't it just a few fonts?

Everyone was speechless.

Where did you come from, the wall fell down and everyone pushed it, drowning the Great Yan Empire in saliva for a moment.

In a huge office, the lens of the man sitting behind the computer flashed slightly, and he took a sip of the coffee that had been cold next to him, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curled.

In the stunned eyes of the audience in the live broadcast room, Nie Yao's live broadcast did not end.

Immediately after that, she wrote the official script and the seal script.

After she rotated the commonly used fonts, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room had soared to 200,000!

And the barrage and interactive area are brushed quickly, and the barrage once covered the entire picture!

The interactive area is even more because it is brushed too fast, and it is impossible to see the speech clearly.

Ten minutes before the end of the live broadcast, Nie Yao's live broadcast room was even more stuck for half a minute.

The technician immediately intervened and changed the interval between speeches in the live broadcast room, which made the situation better.

The technician in charge of the "calligraphy and painting" section wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and managed to keep his bonus.

Ouyang Shi and Zhang Hongyu were able to maintain their composure at first, but when Nie Yao changed the pen and font, they couldn't sit still.

When Nie Yao wrote all the commonly used fonts, the corners of Ouyang Shi's mouth couldn't help twitching.

He scolded, "Where did this little monster come from!"

Zhang Hongyu laughed and patted her old friend's shoulder, "Lao Ou, do you regret introducing this little girl to Lu Lao now?" ”

Ouyang Shi smiled helplessly and shook his head.

"Ruby, how do you like to rub salt on your friend's wounds! ”

Zhang Hongyu couldn't help laughing again.

In the data room of the Yuyu live broadcast platform, several high-level executives surrounded an old man with gray hair sitting on the edge of the sofa.

One of them, a middle-aged man wearing a white shirt and a blue tie, said with a smile: "Old Lu, why are you here in person, if you want to hold any activities, just give us an explanation." ”

The old man with gray hair and crutches is Lu Jiang.

The old man wore thick reading glasses, but his sitting posture was straight, and Lu Lao was thin and a lot older, but he was in good spirits.