After Zhuo Xiaowu walked into the broadcast station and started broadcasting, Liang Hai and the others were stunned!

"Can Xiao Wu not prepare a draft?" Sister Lan asked in surprise. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Probably not, four hours, not the hour of the women's column!" Lao Liu replied that he knew too well the pain of four hours of broadcasting, his mouth was a little cramped, and if it was off script, his head would be a pulp!

"Look at it, I always think that this little five is not an ordinary person! It smells like the main character in a web novel! Xiaowen, who has come back from the toilet, said.

Coming back so soon, it doesn't look like I'm going to do something embarrassing.

"Well, take a look, Xiao Wu, this boy, I can't see through it!"

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Under the eyes of everyone who were skeptical or disbelieving, Zhuo Xiaowu talked eloquently in the broadcast studio!

"In the spring of the thirteenth year of the Tang Empire's Apocalypse, it rained in Weicheng.

This military border city located at the northwest end of the vast territory of the empire, in order to prevent the invasion of barbarians on the steppe, the earthen walls in all directions were extremely thick, and it looked like a solid earthen enclosure.

In the dry season, the floating earth on the earthen wall will be blown by the northwest wind and the knife will drift in all directions, and then fall on the simple barracks, and fall on the soldiers, and the whole world will turn into an earthy yellow, and people will shake a sandstorm when they fall asleep and shake the covers.

It is a spring drought, this rain came at the right time, and was warmly welcomed by the soldiers, from last night to this time, the rain washed away the dust on the roof, as if it also washed people's eyes a lot brighter, at least Wang Shixiang's eyes were very bright at this time. ”

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Liang Hai and the others listened to this unusual story, and couldn't help but raise their eyebrows and said, "What are you talking about?" ”

"That's right! Although it's not Lao Liu's kind of story, why does it sound so attractive? ”

"The story..... I feel like I'm going to have to talk about it for a while! ”

"I just want to see if Xiao Wu can go live for four hours without a script!"

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Zhuo Xiaowu spoke very quickly, and he reached the second chapter in a while.

"Next, let's start the second chapter of "Jiang Ye", a poor boy who can write and speak!"

At this time, a phone call came in, which made Lao Liu outside stunned!

In the past, when he was on the air, he didn't necessarily have a phone call for four hours! Because they didn't have the desire to make a call, it proved that the story was not attractive, and Zhuo Xiaowu only called after ten minutes of broadcasting!

This made Lao Liu couldn't help but smack his tongue and said: "It seems that I'm still old, I'm old!" ”

At this time, Zhuo Xiaowu picked up the phone and said, "Hello, I'm Zhuo Xiaowu, the broadcast host, do you have any questions?" ”

"Hello, host Xiao Wu, I just listened to one chapter, but I feel that the little girl named Sangsang in it has such a good memory, why is she still working as a maid in the barracks?" On the other side was a young man with a somewhat excited voice!

This made Zhuo Xiaowu very surprised, but he didn't expect that there were still young people who also liked to listen to "Story Club", so he replied in a gentle tone: "Sang Sang is not a maid in the barracks, but a maid of Ning Que, I will preach a little bit later, listen patiently!" ”

"En, I'm listening all night today, I hope the little five hosts won't let me down!"

"I do my best!" After Zhuo Xiaowu finished answering, he hung up the phone and began to continue broadcasting: "If it's really your maid, it's fine, but aren't you the one who was picked out from the pile of dead bodies?" Didn't you say that the two of you are dependent on each other? Even if you take 10,000 steps back and say that she is your maid, don't you think that she is still too young to bear such heavy and hard labor? Why did the little boy raise a lazy bone, why can't he do it himself?

Maybe it triggered the bad memories of childhood, or maybe the imagination of some beautiful emotions in my heart was too completely destroyed by a certain guy, the maid pushed the fence straight away and walked in, her eyes fell on the bamboo chaise longue, and fell on the old book that the young man had been reading carefully, and said lightly mockingly: "I thought that what I was reading was a masterpiece of sages that could make you forget all the movements that happened around you, but I didn't expect that it was just a Taishang induction chapter that can be bought everywhere on the market, could it be that people like you also hope to step on the path of cultivation?" ”

Ning Que sat up, curiously glanced at this little lady who was dressed luxuriously and seemed to never appear in Weicheng, and then at the captain with an embarrassed expression, and after a pause, he explained: "I can only buy this book, so I have to look at it, that is, I am curious, where is there any luxury." ”

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Zhuo Xiaowu's voice was broadcast in the microphone without stopping!

This novel and different story not only made the people listening to it start to listen carefully, but even listened to it all night, even Liang Hai and them were fascinated!

A few people listened to Zhuo Xiaowu's narration motionless outside the broadcasting studio!

They involuntarily entered the perspective of the protagonist, and involuntarily entered a fantasy world of the ancient Tang Dynasty.

There is a cute black Sangsang maid in it, a mocking maid who doesn't understand the suffering of the world, and countless unrestrained soldiers on the border of the Tang Dynasty.

The story is slowly going on!

Time is ticking!

For an hour, Zhuo Xiaowu told without any bumps!

Two hours later, he answered two more calls and drank some water!

For three hours, in order to listen to more stories, many viewers consciously began not to call, but listened quietly.

Four hours!

Zhuo Xiaowu glanced at the points in the broadcast studio, and he finished and said: "Thank you for your like, the thirteenth chapter of the green shirt saffron wet has been told, today's program is here, everyone is welcome to listen to it again at the same time tomorrow, and warm reminder: The book "Jiang Ye" has been serialized, and participated in the online gold award draft, if you like friends, you can go and see, by the way, support it!" ”

After he finished speaking, he walked off the stage, and then walked out of the broadcast studio to look at the few people who were all looking at him blankly outside!

Zhuo Xiaowu couldn't help but cough a few times and said, "That...... Do I have flowers on my face? ”

Everyone shook their heads in unison!

You don't have flowers on your face, but you have flowers on your mouth!

Four hours of live broadcast! And there is also a phone call in the middle, not even a single time when I stumble!

At this time, Sister Lan couldn't help but swallow and spit with difficulty, her charming face was completely shocked, and people couldn't help but want to rub it twice.

She usually broadcasts live for two hours in prime time, even if she reads according to the script, she still sometimes mispronounces it, you live for four hours off the script? My God, Sister Lan almost feels that she is going to be attracted by Xiao Wu's unstoppable talent, and she has to make a personal promise!

Xiaowen's delicate little face was full of admiration, Lao Liu's old face was full of shock, Xiao Zhang's face was full of astonishment, and Liang Hai was dumbfounded......

Zhuo Xiaowu, your talent is heavenly!