Quick Transmigration: Even Extras Want to Be Leading Actresses

Chapter 147 Preliminary Rounds (2)

Zhang Guihua, who was lying on the ground, was stunned, and the viewers in the live broadcast room were also somewhat shocked.

"This player... is so violent."

"Fortunately, the live stream was quickly classified and the minors were removed."

"To be fair, the script doesn't allow for the use of power exceeding the limit. Is it reasonable for a little girl to have such great strength?"

"This means that the power that the cultivators were controlled all reached the highest value of the script."

"Hahaha, so violent! Just what I like. WB is really reliable. The live streams they recommended to me are pretty good."

"+1, I've added this live stream to my favorites."

"But she doesn't look like a trained actress; she seems no different from these two NPCs."

"What does it matter? I'm not interested in the actors' acting skills, as long as the plot is good."

The viewers in the live stream were chatting, which the players couldn't see.

With 500,000 participants, there would likely be tens of thousands of live streams, making it impossible for viewers to choose.

At the start of the competition, the AI ​​will make recommendations to each person based on the audience's preferences.

Make sure that the number of people recommended to each live stream is roughly the same.

While some people will choose based on the character categories, others will first check out the recommended live streams.

Therefore, each live stream will have some initial viewers.

If you can't attract an audience at the beginning, you'll be overwhelmed after this stage and lose the game.

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“Junjun—” Zhang Guihua then sat up, clutching her clothes. “How dare you lay a hand on Zhang Hu?”

Her voice was weak, as if she was about to cry.

Fortunately, Gu Shijiu was already used to it. She looked at Zhang Guihua expressionlessly, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Zhang Guihua has fair skin, regular features, and a charming demeanor. She also wears a gold necklace around her neck.

How did you raise your daughter to look like a straw?

Could it be that she inherited her father's genes? Gu Shijiu stared at the calluses on her hands and sat next to him, making wild guesses out of boredom.

Seeing her like this, Zhang Guihua seemed frightened: "Junjun, what's wrong?"

"Clean the house thoroughly." Although Gu Shijiu never does housework, she still likes things to be clean and tidy.

Zhang Guihua looked at her daughter hesitantly, somewhat reluctant to move: "Junjun—didn't you always do all the housework before?"

"Why should I do all the work? From now on, we'll split all the work in half."

Gu Shijiu didn't know how other mothers and daughters lived, but it seemed abnormal that the daughter did all the work.

After thinking for a moment, she added, "I just helped you fight off the bad guys, so as payment, you have to do all the work for now."

Gu Shijiu thought to himself, "It's quite fair."

Zhang Guihua felt extremely wronged. Since getting married, she had been pampered by her husband and neither did farm work nor housework.

She used to live with her husband in the city, and he did all the housework.

When her daughter was ready to go to school, she could only return to a rural school because she didn't have a local household registration, so she went back to the countryside with her.

Zhang Guihua didn't really want to stay in the countryside, but she couldn't prevent her children from going to school.

Someone in the family always has to earn money, and Zhang Guihua chose to return to the countryside to take care of her children rather than stay in the city to work and earn money.

At first, her husband hired a helper for her, but when the children got older, Song Xiaojun took over the housework, which saved them some money.

Not only housework, but since Song Xiaojun started junior high school, Zhang Guihua has even started growing vegetables and raising pigs.

Of course, Song Xiaojun did all the work.

Her husband not only didn't blame her, but praised her for being smart.

In short, Song Xiaojun and her father treated the beautiful Zhang Guihua like slaves.

Thinking of this, Zhang Guihua began to sob.

She wanted to refute Gu Shijiu, but seeing the blood still dripping from the knife in his hand, she swallowed her words.

With a reluctant expression, she picked up the broom, mop, and rag and began cleaning.

While working, he would occasionally look up at Gu Shijiu, as if waiting for her to have a change of heart and take over the work.

However, for some reason, her daughter suddenly became heartless and just stared blankly as she worked.

Gu Shijiu, who was in a daze: Don't look at me, I can't do it either.

Having not done housework in a long time, Zhang Guihua was quite clumsy when she started working, and after a long time, she barely managed to meet Gu Shijiu's requirements.

"That's enough for today," Gu Shijiu ordered, preparing to wash up and go to bed.

After washing her face, she scooped out a handful of Zhang Guihua's face cream and applied it to her face and body.

Overwhelmed with heartache, Zhang Guihua even forgot her fear: "Junjun, this is Mom's, yours is right here."

Gu Shijiu looked at the strange grease in the rusty iron box with disdain, and finally realized that something was wrong.

The mother is well-dressed and uses everything she needs, but the daughter is clearly treated differently.

No wonder her face was all chapped. Gu Shi, still feeling unwell from the alcohol, scooped out another piece of face cream: "These are all mine from now on."

“This face cream costs over a thousand yuan, why don’t you use the body lotion next to it?” Zhang Guihua suggested cautiously.

Gu Shijiu didn't realize she was worried about the money: "Theoretically, if face cream can be applied to the face, it can be applied to other parts of the body."

I'm too lazy to switch between them; if you want to use it, then use it yourself.

When Gu Shijiu went to bed at night, she only saw one bedroom in the house.

There was a large bed inside, and the bedding was passable.

She assumed the two of them were sleeping in the same bed, so she went upstairs to sleep, leaving half the space for Zhang Guihua.

However, Zhang Guihua did not understand what she meant.

Seeing that her room was occupied, she had no choice but to sleep in the room where her daughter usually slept.

A small room facing north, filled with all sorts of tools, with a narrow, tiny bed squeezed among the clutter.

Zhang Guihua lay down on the bed, covered with a slightly musty-smelling quilt, and felt like crying again.

The next morning, Gu Shijiu was stunned when he saw her walk out of the small room.

She thought it was a tool shed; it seems Song Xiaojun usually sleeps there.

Since that's the case, then sleeping with Zhang Guihua now is no big deal, Gu Shijiu felt at ease.

"Junjun, what are we having for breakfast?"

Seeing that Gu Shijiu had gotten up but hadn't started cooking as usual, Zhang Guihua asked with tears in her eyes.

Gu Shijiu rummaged through the refrigerator, but there was nothing there: "Let's eat out."

"But... the pigs we raised aren't ready to be sold yet, and we don't have much money left."

Zhang Guihua felt that going out for breakfast was a waste.

"No money left?" Gu Shijiu recalled the plot. "Didn't you receive compensation?"

Zhang Guihua pouted: "It's been several years already, the flowers should be blooming soon."

Gu Shijiu raised an eyebrow: "You spent mine too?"

Since there are no elders in the Song family, the compensation money that Song Xiaojun's father received should logically be divided equally between the mother and daughter.

However, Song Xiaojun was only ten years old, so the money naturally ended up in the hands of her guardian, Zhang Guihua.

They have land that they rent out, and they also have income from raising pigs, so they don't usually have to spend money on vegetables and pork.

In just three or four years, Zhang Guihua had spent it all.