GBP Chapter 121 Live broadcast room
Chapter 121 Live broadcast room
"A dozen or so songs?" The white-haired youth became interested. "Play them all."
After a long while, Zhou Yuan's last song ended, and the white-haired youth spoke in deep thought.
"These songs are too mixed up, with too many emotional jumps. They are obviously the result of years of creation and are not worth worrying about."
"Yes!" The subordinate accepted the order and left, while the white-haired youth dismissed everyone and slowly walked to the French windows.
From the window, the view of Pinocchio is breathtaking.
He suddenly sighed.
......
"Zhou Yuan, are you even human?" Despite knowing that this question was somewhat offensive, Fu Xuan still asked it.
In the past few hours, Zhou Yuan was like a tap, his inspiration flowing like a spring, and high-quality music kept pouring out without any pause, even smoother than diarrhea.
Fu Xuan even wanted to say, "Brother, stop pulling, I'm scared."
"Master Fu, this is far from my full strength." Zhou Yuan shook his head easily and contentedly. "I can write ten more!"
"Forget it, forget it," Fu Xuan quickly advised.
"Zhou Yuan, you have filming tomorrow, why don't you get some rest tonight?"
“What Fu Taibu said is absolutely right.”
Zhou Yuan, taking advantage of the situation, proposed going home.
It wasn't that he was tired; it was because after all this time, he still didn't feel any breakthrough.
He felt like he was a basin filled with water, with a capacity of 100,000 tons.
Outside the basin, Zhou Yuan felt at least tens of thousands of tons of force. This force was what Zhou Yuan had drawn from his destiny by releasing songs and promoting beauty.
The power existed near Zhou Yuan's body in the form of imaginary energy, ready to enter his body at any time, but Zhou Yuan's body only had so much capacity that no amount of external power could squeeze in.
The end result of these forces will be that they gradually dissipate until they are reintegrated into the course of fate.
Unless Zhou Yuan's basin gets bigger, or rather, empties out a part of it—he starts swearing.
After working hard for half a day, Zhou Yuan's benefits were considerable... He could feel the speed at which he was gaining power, reaching 50 tons per second even before the song became a hit.
Increase by fifty tons per second! Going from zero to the peak only requires lying there for a little over half an hour!
Once the song is discovered and widely publicized, this efficiency will become even more terrifying.
However, we don't know what it will be used for yet.
Wait...this seems to work...Zhou Yuan had a sudden flash of inspiration.
At least now I can criticize people however I want.
Moreover, punching someone reduces their weight by fifty tons, but by controlling the frequency, I can maintain the force of one hundred thousand tons with each punch.
Thinking of this, Zhou Yuan suddenly felt a sense of absurdity.
A pure and beautiful envoy, after working hard for so long, ends up being able to curse and beat people at will?
Seriously... that's enough.
With a sense of relief, Zhou Yuan bid farewell to Fu Xuan and returned to Huanlong's residence.
She was still dressed in her underwear and was extremely dependent on Zhou Yuan. As soon as she saw Zhou Yuan push the door open and come over, she wagged her tail and came over.
"My benefactor..."
The tail... Zhou Yuan's gaze was drawn to Huanlong's tail behind him; this was the first time he had ever seen Huanlong's tail move.
The brown fur is glossy and smooth, clearly showing that it has been carefully maintained; one can imagine its silky texture without even touching it.
Zhou Yuan, seized by a playful impulse, grabbed it.
"Ah!" Huanlong cried out, her tail taut.
“Hehe, weakness…” Zhou Yuan laughed, pressing Huanlong onto his lap and starting to stroke her tail repeatedly along her fur.
“My benefactor…no…” Huanlong trembled again and again, barely able to utter a complete sentence.
"Humph, want to escape?!"
Feeling the dazed **beginning to**, Zhou Yuan snorted coldly, pressed down slightly, and began to **again**.
"Tell me! Why did you drug me?!"
"My benefactor...I...I drank it too!"
"So what!" Zhou Yuan naturally recalled the scene from early this morning, when the situation of the Big Head was extremely precarious, and it almost lost control to the Little Head several times.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, Zhou Yuan's fate was shaken, which reminded him and brought him to his senses.
If Xiao Tou really wins, Zhou Yuan will probably deal with Fu Xuan on the spot, and then he'll really be locked up.
That wretched Huanlong!!
(In short, the fantasy was awesome.)
After Zhou Yuan finished washing up, he went back to bed and started watching short videos. Huan Long finished washing up, climbed up to Zhou Yuan, and fell asleep contentedly.
A moment later, a familiar voice came from the phone.
"Thank you for the fireworks, Brother Qian."
In the picture, a red-haired girl sits behind a pile of firecrackers with a bright smile.
This person was Gui Naifen.
Zhou Yuan became interested and clicked into the live stream. He saw Gui Naifen light a small string of firecrackers and throw it out, making a series of crackling sounds.
"Wishing you good health and great fortune, brother!"
Gui Naifen's voice rang out amidst the sound of firecrackers, creating a festive atmosphere.
"They're even doing this." Zhou Yuan glanced at the subtitles in the live stream and understood.
Send off a firework, light a string of firecrackers, and say some auspicious words.
The setting and clothing that Gui Naifen had specially chosen created a festive atmosphere—Gui Naifen was wearing a bright red cotton-padded jacket and a knitted hat.
She should be the one to earn that money!
Zhou Yuan thought for a moment, then opened the gift interface and sent a special message.
"Thanks to [Little Gray Hair's Dad] for the special comment: Little Guizi's outfit looks pretty good."
“Oh my, this gentleman has a good eye,” Gui Naifen recognized Zhou Yuan at a glance after working with him before, and immediately said with a smile, “I’ll mail you a set of the same style when I have time.”
[Good, continue with the music and the cannon fire.]
After sending this special comment, Zhou Yuan started clicking the gift button one by one.
Fireworks*1, Fireworks*2, Fireworks*3...
Zhou Yuan has over 300,000 Xianzhou coins in his Xianzhou Zazu account, which can be exchanged for credit points at the same price. All of this was earned by Zhou Yuan from releasing songs this afternoon. Each firework costs 500 Xianzhou coins, and Zhou Yuan can release fireworks more than 600 times in a row.
Zhou Yuan roughly counted the number of firecrackers in front of Gui Naifen and decided to let her leave work early, so he immediately pressed the gift button and wouldn't let go.
Fireworks *13, *14, *15, *16...
Soon, Zhou Yuan became the top spender in the live stream.
"Damn, how come I'm being treated like a shill..." Zhou Yuan thought to himself.
"Wow, thank you for the gift, [Little Gray Hair's Dad]! Everyone, please give our top fan a follow!" Gui Naifen laughed heartily, setting off firecrackers incessantly.
Just as things were peaceful, a fireworks effect suddenly popped up in Gui Naifen's live stream, and Zhou Yuan immediately fell from the top spot on the leaderboard.
Upon closer inspection, he saw that a user named "有有钱" (meaning "plenty of money") had sent three fireworks, pushing him down the list.
A single firework is worth 5000, which is ten times the price of a regular firework.
"They're really rich." Zhou Yuan sighed. He didn't want to interfere, but unexpectedly, the top-ranked fan sent three special comments.
[There's plenty of money]: "Could the second-ranked person give more? It's too little."
[I have plenty of money]: "Isn't it troublesome to deliver them one by one?"
At the same time, he also sent out a firework.
[I have plenty of money]: "Xiao Guizi, the Yuzhao channel fee is too high. Why don't you add me on WeChat and I'll send you a red envelope directly?"
"Huh? What?!" Zhou Yuan was full of questions. "Wait, who's the shill?"