Chapter 477

This was indeed a doubt in Yu Minhong's heart.

After all, to put it bluntly, his live broadcast room had no fame and no popularity.

Now this 20 million online viewers...

Ah no!

It went up again?!

It's already 30 million?!

He didn't have the thick skin to think that this 30 million online viewers were all his credit.

This was clearly the popularity brought by Teacher Ye!

He actually wanted to ask if Teacher Ye was optimistic about their Oriental live streaming transformation, which is why he was willing to come to their live broadcast room...

Just as Yu Minhong looked at Ye Xuan with expectant eyes, he saw Ye Xuan stunned for a second, then blurted out.

"Didn't you invite me?!"

This tone seemed to be asking, you clearly invited me, why are you still asking me this idiotic question?!

Facing Ye Xuan's gaze, which seemed to be looking at a fool, Yu Minhong fell into a daze again.

This answer seems correct.

It was indeed him who invited Mr. Ye.

But do you have to be so straightforward?!

This chat can't go on anymore!

At this moment, Yu Minhong's dumbfounded expression was also clearly captured by the lens of the live broadcast room.

The live broadcast room was instantly scrolled by a piece of "hahahahaha".

"Teacher Yu's expression is truly rich! 【crying】"

"Pity Teacher Yu! This sentence killed the chat!"

"Why didn't I find Ye Xuan so straightforward before?!"

"The truth is no problem 【facepalm】 If you didn't invite me, could I come?!"

"It can laugh me to death! He seems to be a lie, he is indeed a lie!"

"Absolute straight man, no rebuttal accepted!"

Watching the live broadcast room scrolling constantly, the whole atmosphere became more and more high, and Yu Minhong, who had regrouped from the previous blow, slowly spat out a mouthful of turbid air.

Netizens are happy, and he, Old Yu, is happy!

Yu Minhong, whose face was full of bitterness, still stubbornly squeezed out a smile.

Watching the live broadcast time had passed for an hour, noticing the director's prompt, Yu Minhong remembered that this live broadcast had a mid-term welfare event.

"Thank you all for your enthusiastic support, our live broadcast online viewers have exceeded 30... ah no! 40 million!"

In this trance, seeing the number of online viewers in the live broadcast room climb to a new peak again, Yu Minhong's Mandarin went out of tune.

40 million online viewers!

What virtue and ability does his small live broadcast room have?!

This... all depends on Teacher Ye!

Thinking of this, Yu Minhong only felt that the previous depression had vanished.

This is simply a thick and strong golden thigh!

In excitement, Yu Minhong's gaze at Ye Xuan was just like looking at a flower girl, which made black lines appear on Ye Xuan's forehead.

"That... Teacher Yu, continue, continue."

Looking any further, Ye Xuan almost suspected that Yu Minhong was interested in him!

No!

This thought can't even be thought of!

He is straighter than steel bars!

Following Ye Xuan's interruption, Yu Minhong also realized that his reaction was a bit excited.

Touching his head awkwardly, Yu Minhong talked about the mid-term welfare discussed earlier.

"Today, we have a major welfare; we want to ask Mr. Ye to leave a piece of calligraphy in our live broadcast room, and randomly draw a lucky audience member to send it out."

While speaking, the staff had already made preparations and sent up the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Ye Xuan knew the process in his heart, and remembering that Yu Minhong was also a calligraphy enthusiast, he took the initiative to propose.

"Why don't you write one too? Send it to the lucky guest in our live broadcast room together..."

Seeing Ye Xuan's proposal, Yu Minhong's eyes narrowed with a smile.

He was originally a calligraphy fan, and he couldn't walk when he saw the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Now hearing Ye Xuan say that he wanted to send the two works out together, isn't this clearly gilding himself?

Feeling Ye Xuan's intention, Yu Minhong smiled so much that even his gums were exposed.

"Good, good, good! Then I will also show my ugliness!"

And this mid-term welfare fell into the ears of a crowd of netizens, and the atmosphere in the live broadcast room became increasingly enthusiastic.

"I'm going! It's actually a piece of calligraphy by Ye Gouzi!"

"I heard that Ye Gouzi's personal signature has already been sold for 10,000 a piece!"

"Holy crap! No one can grab it from me, pity the poor college student, my family is too poor, can't even open the pot..."

"I'm going! Which contemporary college student is not a 'Heavenly movement is healthy, the gentleman is self-improving'! I am the most miserable one, okay?! I haven't been born yet, my parents are gone, for so many years, I have lived on the northwest wind, never eaten a meal, this must be left to me!"

"Holy crap! You in the front row know how to sell misery, are you from a stone?! Your character is problematic, resolutely not hired! Hurry up and look at me..."

"Who is more miserable than me?! Suddenly discovered that all my plans for the future have the same beginning: Wait until I have money... so, you must not grab it from me..."

Yu Minhong, who was preparing to lift his pen to write, was dumbfounded when he saw the misery drama in the live broadcast room.

Are the netizens of this generation so free-spirited?!

Ah no!

Are they all so shameless?!

Are they all fighting so hard for a piece of calligraphy?!

Fearing that he would say his inner thoughts, Yu Minhong twitched his mouth, started to spread the paper, grind the ink, and move his pen to write.

Just when he was full of pride and had just written the first stroke, he heard Ye Xuan beside him suddenly speak.

"Don't shake!"

The brush in Yu Minhong's hand almost flew out.

Is this a normal brush movement, okay?!

"Teacher Ye, my shaking is a technique."

Tactfully explaining that he was not shaking, just when Yu Minhong continued to write, he was almost made to doubt life again by Ye Xuan's words.

"I'm just worried that you won't know how to write the characters?!"

Won't know how to write characters?!

What kind of heart is this?!

Although he repeated for three years, his Peking University diploma is not fake, okay?!

Yu Minhong, who felt that nine years of compulsory education had been offended, gripped the pen holder even tighter.

And the netizens in the live broadcast room were already laughing and cracking.