After singing the new song part, Qiao Xinxin can be regarded as having finished the things set for today's live broadcast, and promised the audience that she would upload the dance video after the broadcast, and she will officially go off the air.

Qiao Xinxin looked at the bottom of the computer at half past eleven, and changed the video in the background of station B to a new cover and name.

Before she could watch the video a few more times, she saw a shrunken Weibo private message box flashing under the computer, reminding her that the message sent to her by someone on Weibo had not been processed.

Qiao Xinxin glanced at the WeChat message box that was still flashing, and raised her eyebrows lightly but did not move the mouse to press it, because she had a bad premonition.

Raising his eyes to look at the homepage of Station B in front of him, which had not yet been officially loaded, Qiao Xinxin was entangled for two seconds, and finally clicked on the flashing information box.

Sure enough, the person who messaged her was the one she didn't really want to reach right now......

I saw that the top column in the Weibo private message box was Shu Xunzhou's avatar and the big V next to him.

[Shu Xunzhou: What are you going to do to start recording songs? I think we should take a moment to talk about the drama part of the score that you reminded about. 】

Qiao Xinxin looked at what Shu Xunzhou said in the private message, and the tone was full of business, and there was no ridicule or belittling as she imagined.

However, with his reaction, Qiao Xinxin's heart was quite relaxed, although the great god did not discuss the part she just sang about, but she was still slightly more comfortable.

After all, the great god confirmed the time of recording the song with her again, which was undoubtedly telling her that he agreed with his song.

Thinking about it this way, Qiao Xinxin's anxiety in the face of the great god is also a little less, she thinks about the audience's expectations and urging when she is promoting a new song in the live broadcast room today, and when she was about to talk to Shu Xunzhou about recording a song tomorrow, she suddenly remembered something.

If she's not mistaken, it looks like she's officially starting school tomorrow......

It seems that the time of today's dance recording is still two days ago, and she deliberately pushed it to this time.

She almost forgot that she was already a prospective college student......

Qiao Xinxin thought to himself, and deleted the "tomorrow" typed out in the dialog box, and then changed it to "next Saturday" with some weakness.

Qiao Xinxin looked at the three words in the dialog box, and then looked at the meaning of Shu Xunzhou's words, and inexplicably felt that it didn't seem good for him to drag out the recording time for so long, what if people didn't have time in that sky?

Thinking about it, Qiao Xinxin became even more entangled, thinking about the start of school tomorrow, it is impossible for her to ask for leave and not go to school on the first day of school, right?

The scales in Qiao Xinxin's heart were swinging to both sides, and finally she sent the "next Saturday" in the dialog box.

Compared with the time of recording songs, she feels that the first day of school is more important.

Shu Xunzhou's reply to the message was very fast, because there was only a simple word "good", and there was no reason or rejection, which was not within the scope of Qiao Xinxin's expectations at all.

Qiao Xinxin sat in the computer chair, looking at the Weibo dialog box in front of him, and even his right hand holding the mouse began to sweat a little.

She really can't guess what this big guy thinks!?

Qiao Xinxin thought in her heart, and replied with an "OK" expression, but she thought about it later, and finally sent her thoughts directly to the ghost.

[Qiao Xinxin: Great god, aren't you in a hurry to record a song? Why do you want to agree to my recording schedule for next Saturday? 】

Shu Xunzhou's reply speed is still very fast, as if he has been staring at the Weibo private message box, replying every minute and every second.

[Shu Xunzhou: Aren't you going to school on Monday? 】

Qiao Xinxin read the message sent by Shu Xunzhou again, so that he would not be embarrassed to ask the wrong question when he waited.

This...... How did the great god know that she was going to school tomorrow???

Qiao Xinxin thought to himself, and then replied to his line of messages full of surprise.

[Qiao Xinxin: How do you know??? 】

She really didn't know how Shu Xunzhou knew that she was going to school tomorrow, and then looked at what she had asked him for the first time just now, and then looked at Shu Xunzhou's own, Qiao Xinxin inexplicably felt like a big fool......

[Shu Xunzhou: I will still read some hot topics on Weibo. 】

Qiao Xinxin: I see.

On the day she reported, she was recognized by her classmates in the school, and then they took a video and uploaded it to Station B and Weibo, and even the piano music she played in the placement test was recorded by some candidates waiting for the exam at the door.

Many people also saw the information on Weibo and Station B in her live broadcast that night, so they came to her live broadcast room to ask, and she admitted it directly.

It seems that because of this incident, she became a freshman of Xinghai Academy, and together with that original piano song, it was on the top of Weibo's hot searches and hot topics.

From this point of view, it seems reasonable that he knows from Weibo that she will go to school tomorrow......

Qiao Xinxin thought about it, and then looked at Shu Xunzhou's reply to his message, and finally chose not to talk about this embarrassing question anymore, and replied directly to the donkey.

[Qiao Xinxin: Okay (???) ｀。 ヾ), then let's record the song next Saturday. 】

After sending the message, she ended the chat between the two on the grounds that it was late today, saying that she was going to sleep......

Qiao Xinxin seemed to be on the battlefield, and quickly closed the dialog box on Weibo.

She felt that if she chatted with Shu Xunzhou a few more words, it was estimated that her IQ would drop.

After the Weibo dialog box was deleted, it was covered by the page that popped up at station B, Qiao Xinxin refreshed the page again, and when she was waiting for it to be refreshed, she glanced at the time under the computer.

More than ten minutes have passed, and I guess the results of the video won't be too bad, right?

Qiao Xinxin thought to herself, the page that was refreshing on the computer screen seemed to confirm her thoughts, and immediately appeared in her sight.

The number of likes and coins is more than 900,000, and the number of retweets and shares is more than 700,000, and the number of broadcasts has reached more than 1 million.

The number of views of a dance video within ten minutes has reached more than one million, and if there is no deliberate brushing of numbers, the number of views of Qiao Xinxin's video is equivalent to the data that the popular grandmother's main video on station B will have.

She had already said when she was off the air, this dance video would be released on station B, basically the audience who watched the video played by Qiao Xinxin in the live broadcast room will go to station B to squat after she gets off the air, just wait for Qiao Xinxin to send the video.

Qiao Xinxin refreshed the page again, but the number of plays on it only increased by tens of thousands, and she frowned, because the numbers on it were not one or two points different from the tasks assigned by the system.