Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Soul Painter

“???”

Zhao Qian's expression was like this.

It's just that because of the network delay, the live broadcast screen has not been refreshed yet.

Look at the barrage again-

"Tut, Sister Little Meow shows off her brother every day, seeking the truth!"

"Crooked, is it a German orthopedic department? I need a bed!What? There are too many orthopedic patients lately, and there is no place?!"

Li Wanqing probably saw the barrage, and responded: "Hey, I said that your thoughts should not be so dirty, I just have a good relationship with my brother, don't think I don't know what orthopedics means, I have already checked it secretly." ”

"Oh~ The female Si Ji actually said that we were ...... dirty"

"I didn't expect you to be such a little meow sister!"

"The state owes me a sister. ”

"Country: Get out, the state owes you everything!"

Zhao Qian was a little surprised, but he didn't expect that in just a few days, Li Wanqing's live broadcast popularity has risen again, and it has jumped directly to 100,000 popularity, and in the entertainment sector, except for a few big guys who are popular with two or three hundred thousand people, they can barely be regarded as big anchors.

And this dense barrage, other anchors can't compare with it at all, so it can be seen that there are not many agreement numbers in her room.

Also, unlike those outdoor anchors, beautiful anchors like her are more likely to attract viewers to give gifts. At this moment when the picture was refreshed, Zhao Qian had already seen that there were two planes and a rocket, and there were even more other small gifts.

Zhao Qian sometimes wonders, why is he not a cute girl?

If you're a cute girl, you can code words and start a live broadcast, it's not too cool. Sell a cute spot casually in front of the camera, and there will be a lot of local tyrants who spend money and brush gifts, where can you use such hard code words.

The picture has finally refreshed, this damn mobile speed.

On the live broadcast screen, Li Wanqing wore a simple white short-sleeved T-shirt today, with a strange "You don't pretend to force us to be good friends" emoji in front of it, Zhao Qian's expression was slightly embarrassed, and I don't know when she got such a pair of heads.

This guy seemed to be drawing, and heard a voice coming from the live broadcast screen: "But my brother's popularity with women is too bad, and he can't find a girlfriend among foreign language students, I really don't know if he likes men or not." ”

Zhao Qian has a black line, if you don't know who she is talking about here, then you are really in arrears of IQ.

This funny comparison dares to brush himself, I really think I don't know if I don't watch the live broadcast?

Well, I really don't watch the live broadcast much, if it weren't for today's whim, I guess I don't know if she still entertains the audience.

Zhao Qian really wanted to crawl over along the network cable to grab these two goods and beat her ass, saving her from being lawless.

"6666, I feel sorry for my brother for a second. ”

"Sister Little Meow, if you say this again, my brother will cry!"

"Sister Little Meow: My brother is used to bully!"

"No problem, old iron ......"

On the other side of the network, Li Wanqing lowered her head and slightly blocked part of the content of the picture on the paper.

She likes this freewheeling live broadcast more and more, and she doesn't need to worry about her own image, she laughs when she should laugh, occasionally tells the audience jokes, sings when she is happy, or makes a spoof of Zhao Qian, and the popularity of fans is constantly rising, which makes other female anchors envious.

"Wait, I'm painting my brother's portrait so that you can see my mastery of painting. "Li Wanqing painted very carefully, at least in her own opinion.

It's been almost ten minutes since I drew it, and the last time I drew a husky, it took less than five minutes, which is already very careful.

Zhao Qian looked dazed, painting a portrait of herself?

Li Wanqing is a veritable soul painter, even apples can be turned into irregular polygons, Zhao Qian doesn't believe that she can paint any high-level paintings, but because the live broadcast screen is not displayed, she can't see the progress of painting.

Zhao Qian was surprised, could it be that she secretly enrolled in some art crash course behind her back?

"It's done!"

Li Wanqing cheered, swept away all kinds of stationery on the table, and presented the portrait in front of the audience, triumphantly: "How is it, is my brother handsome?"

Seeing the image in the lens, Zhao Qian almost squirted a mouthful of old blood on the screen.

What the hell is me? It's an alien!

Three-year-old children draw better than this, this is a postmodernist abstract art style that even Picasso is ashamed of, even the eyes of the characters don't know where to go, the two arms are still big and small, and more importantly, Mao is bald!

There are also tens of thousands of tourists in the live broadcast room, but people are laughing.

"2333, is this my brother? no, I'm going to die laughing......"

My brother fainted in the toilet crying. ”

"My brother said he didn't want to talk to you, and threw a little meow at you. ”

"Is this brother his own?

Zhao Qian felt that he needed a quick-acting heart pill, his heart rate was too fast, and his breathing was about to be unable to keep up.

What made him even more unbelievable was that there were still audience rewards, a local tyrant directly sent five rockets, and others also sent plane cards, dog food, etc., brushing a piece of Lala.

Zhao Qian's eyes widened when he looked at it, Mom, in these few minutes, he has earned more than he has updated 20 chapters of novels a day, how can this make people live?!

Are these viewers blind, painted like this, and there are still people giving gifts? Five rockets alone are already 2,500 yuan.

Is it because Li Wanqing is cute?

Once again, he once again regretted why he wasn't a cute girl.

"Thank you Brother Tong for the rocket, thank you Brother Meow for the mighty plane, thank you for the gifts. Li Wanqing's eyes narrowed when she saw so many gifts, and she couldn't stop laughing.

"Sister Meow in society, there are more teasing than talking!"

"What Sister Meow, I'm going to call Brother Meow in the future! Brother Meow, we will cut whoever you say!"

"Since watching Sister Xiaomeow's live broadcast, my body's nutrition has kept up again, but it has become a salted fish that can only shout 666. ”

Zhao Qian sighed, silently turned off the live broadcast, and started to code words.

The hard-pressed code word party, when will he be able to boil out, he also wants to sell a cute, and the readers will reward the gifts. Thinking that this goal is still a bit far away, let's try to become a great god first.

After dinner, Li Wanqing was about to take a shower and broadcast live, but there was a knock on the door outside, and before she could open the door, the door opened by itself.

Zhao Qian stood at the door and said darkly: "My portrait is well drawn, where is it?" Show it to me, and when I turn around, I will find someone to frame it and hang it at the head of the bed to ward off evil spirits." ”

Li Wanqing paused, her neck shrank, and she cautiously glanced up at Zhao Qian, who happened to meet his eyes, her expression became even more cowardly, and she asked anxiously, "You watched the live broadcast?"

"What do you say?" Zhao Qian snorted.

Li Wanqing was stunned at first, then stiffened her neck, and was confident: "It's all for the live broadcast effect, and I didn't mean it." Besides, did I force you to see it?"

Zhao Qian: "......"

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