Chapter 47:

As the New Year's Eve is approaching, many artists have to participate in various activities and parties during this time period to brush up their sense of existence everywhere.
Yao Haobo also helped Mu Yao look forward to several gatherings, which were organized by fashion magazines, advertisers, and different platforms. Each one was carefully selected, and many artists couldn't make it to the top. Resources.
But when he asked for Mu Yao's opinion, Mu Yao refused.
"This year is very special for me. I want to spend a good year with my family at home. These resources, a party, will be there next year, but the first Chinese New Year with my family will not come again."
Yao Haobo listened solemnly, thinking of his family situation, and decided to go home to reunite with his elderly parents and stop working during the New Year.
As the saying goes, the new year is sad, this is the busiest time of the year for many people, even Mu Yao's brothers are no exception.
They also all have their own careers to fight for, so they can only take time out at night to sit with Mu Yao and have a good meal and talk, but they are not at home any other time.
While Muyao is recuperating on her own, she must also work hard to learn high school knowledge.
She felt that she had no self-control alone, and she saw many people studying live, so she had a clever idea and opened a live broadcast room herself.
She used the mobile phone holder and placed the phone above her desk, so that she could clearly photograph the books and test booklets on the desk.
Mu Yao didn't want to use her celebrity aura to do live broadcasts. That would be too tiring. She just wanted to simply live broadcast the questions and have an object to supervise her, so she named her live broadcast room: Yao's Little Desk.
Soon, the live broadcast of Yao's small desk began.
Every day two hours in the morning and three in the afternoon, Mu Yao, under the supervision of the live footage, really has a stronger motivation and self-discipline.
At the beginning of the live broadcast room, no one paid any attention, occasionally someone entered by mistake, and soon went out.
Mu Yao only glanced at it when she was resting, and if she saw someone posting a barrage or a question, she typed a reply or two without speaking.
Later, there were gradually some people who watched regularly, and they would come to see it every day, and the barrage also increased.
"The anchor character is so pretty."
"Anchor anchor, what brand of pen you use, it looks pretty easy to use."
"I'm also a senior in high school, can't learn linear algebra, cry!"
"I miss the test booklet. I made several of this test booklet a few years ago. It's easy to use for personal testing."
"Doesn't the anchor play some music? It's quite relaxing watching you do the questions."
"No one finds that the anchor's hands are really good-looking? I can watch them for 10,000 years!"
Muyao will reply a few words when she sees it, and forget it if she doesn’t see it. After a few days, the audience in her live broadcast room has also been cultivated into a Buddhist audience. She doesn’t ask questions or speak much, just the number of viewers. Crush up.
There is also a lot of competition on the same live broadcast platform. Even if it is a Buddhist thing like live broadcast, many people will secretly compete for popularity.
On this live broadcast platform, the fastest rising question live broadcast during this time is a girl named "White Soft Millet Paste".
She is a senior high school student with very good grades. There is a high probability that she will be recommended to Qingbei by our school. At the beginning of the winter vacation, she will live broadcast her senior high school topics and explain while doing it, attracting many people to visit.
In her live broadcast room, there are not only high school students who need to learn the skills of problem-solving, but also many college parties and work parties. They are very popular and everyone likes to watch her do the problems.
Bairuan Millet Paste watched its popularity rise every day, and could get some rewards every day. It was especially proud to show off with family and friends for several laps.
It was only on this day that she suddenly discovered that her popularity increase was surpassed by a newcomer.
She clicked on the newcomer's live broadcast interface, looked at it for a while, but didn't see anything.
What's the matter with this "Yao family small desk"? It is said that it is a live broadcast, but there is no explanation of the topic, no interaction with the barrage, and the screen is simple.
A live broadcast that doesn't even put table pets, cute ornaments, four-piece stationery and green plants, is called live broadcast!
The white soft millet paste was very uncomfortable, and a bullet screen was left after clicking it:
"Why don't the anchor explain the topic, so everyone can't learn anything, what's the point of watching it."
This barrage was sent out, and she waited for the people in the barrage to follow her and smash the anchor together.
Unexpectedly, she was sent out for a long time, but it disappeared for a long time, and no one paid any attention to her.
Obviously there are not many barrages, her one is so conspicuous, she must have seen it all! Why did everyone ignore her?
"It's so relaxing, I'm all asleep."
"The hands are really nice, the pens are nice, and the notebooks are nice."
"I feel that the anchor must be very beautiful."
Bairuan Millet was confused, what exactly these people are looking at, isn't it for learning knowledge?
No, no, she can't let this Yao family's small desk surpass her anyway!
Bairuan Xiaomihou started to act. She didn't think about improving her live broadcast method, but about how to make trouble on the small desk of Yao family.
She waited until the next day, when Mu Yao started the live broadcast, immediately opened the trumpet and went to the barrage:
"She made the wrong question and misled the candidates. Don't watch her live broadcast!"
This barrage was copied by her into many pieces, arranged horizontally, and swiped in a series, and also brought members-only colorful magic light, very conspicuous, blocking the entire live broadcast room.
One brush was not enough, she brushed a lot of them, and directly watched the passers-by who did not know the truth.
Bairuan millet paste felt almost the same, so I closed it, and thought triumphantly, surely no one has seen it now, right?
However, after a while, watching her stop, many people who had been watching before came back and continued to send out some meaningless barrage of Buddha:
"Well, see you on time for the anchor."
"The characters written by the anchor are really beautiful. I like to watch her make Chinese papers."
"I like to watch her write English. Nowadays, there are not many people who can write swashes."
"Don't say, is she really a senior in high school? I feel that the hands are much better than those of a senior in high school."
"Yes, in my third year of high school, I proved that my classmates and I have calluses on both hands, and there will be ink marks on them."
Bairuan Xiaomi paste glanced at her hand, awful, got shot! There are calluses on her hand too!
No, why are the fans of this Yao family's small desk so Buddhist, and why don't they accept the trick?
After thinking about it for a long time, Bairuan Millet decided to open another trumpet to conduct public opinion guidance.
Just do it, she immediately went to buy another trumpet, came up and posted in the barrage:
"The anchor wants to show his face, is it ugly that he dare not show his face? It doesn't matter I will always support you!"
"Please show your face! Please show your face! Please show your face!"
Someone in the barrage gradually paid attention to her, and someone replied:
"No, don't force the anchor if you don't want to show up."
"Looking at her hands, you know that she must look good. I see her hands are enough."
"Actually, I just came to find a background picture... I didn't watch her showing her face."
White soft millet paste:? ? ?
What is it? She has been in the live broadcast industry for so many years and has never met such a fan!
Which fan can’t wait to get into the anchor’s home, it’s common to spy on the anchor’s privacy, and there are fans who give more rewards and feel that they are the anchor’s parents, so hunger and thirsty that they want to tie the anchor home.
Although Bairuan Millet Paste is young, he has been playing live broadcast for many years. He has done singing and dancing, and he has also done live broadcast by hand. Fans of various monsters and ghosts have seen it.
But on Mu Yao's side, such a fan... she really hasn't seen it!
She continued to gritted her teeth:
"Who says that people are good-looking with good hands? Have you forgotten the Joe XX incident! Did you forget that hands can beautify?"
Barrage:
"The hands can beautify the face or the face... logically confused."
"The anchor doesn't need to listen to her. Let's do the questions well. I like listening to your writing."
"Sha Sha Sha, Sha Sha Sha... Very comfortable, comparable to ASmr."
White soft millet paste:...
What's the matter with these fans?
She was very angry, looked at the increase again, and found that she couldn't turn over at all, and she had been dumped by the Yao family's small desk for several blocks.
So angry!
Bairuan Millet Paste had to open "Mu Yao Beautiful Moments 100 Seconds Collection" and brushed up the good-looking videos on his own wall. After watching several videos, I felt better.
"Mu Yao is so beautiful, so gentle... Hmph, that Yao family's small desk, dare to use my family's Mu Yao's name, it's so annoying!"
Mu Yao herself didn't know anything about the disputes on these bullet screens. She didn't look up at the phone much, but felt that there were a little more bullet screens today.
She finished writing a set of test papers, looked out the window, and rested for a while. When she looked up at the phone, she suddenly found that someone had dropped a helicopter for herself, and the barrage was cheering and celebrating.
"Wow! The anchor is awesome, this is a fan!"
"If I didn't have money, I would also like to smash it. The live broadcast of the anchor is really comfortable."
"Yes, I just don't know why. The desktop is also very ordinary, and she didn't play music or anything, but she was very happy to see that she had been doing the questions seriously."
"I wish the anchor a smooth college entrance examination!"
Mu Yao looked at the ID of the person who smashed the helicopter, called "Redwood Seat".
Hmm... How come it fits with your own small desk?
She didn't think too much, after typing goodbye to everyone in the barrage, she went offline and was going to see the kitchen.
The dinner she prepared for her brothers, beef stew in red wine, was stewed in the kitchen, which was a new dish she learned.
When she was poor before, she never drank red wine a few times, and now she can actually use red wine to stew dishes. She always feels a little worried and wants to visit the kitchen from time to time.
Someone knocked on the door.
The maid went to open the door, and Mu Yao thought it was her brother who came back, wearing an apron, carrying a spoon and rushing out, smiling all over her face:
"came back?"
The next two words are full of hesitation and confusion.
How could it be... Ning Can?
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