Chapter 296 She made up the pattern
No matter how other guests complained in their hearts, the viewers who were streaming through several live broadcast split screens were soon surprised to find that not only Jiang Hanying, but also other guests started to interact on the live broadcast this time.
Yuan Chaoyu looked at the barrages greeting her and asking questions in the live broadcast room with a smile. From time to time, he would pick a question and give a brief answer, but in fact, he silently greeted Jiang Hanying, the instigator, in his heart.
Do you want to be so energetic?
I was already busy and tired during the day, but today I am even more exhausted.
This is the only time I can sit down and think about something quietly this evening, but this task comes again!
Everyone else was interacting, so she couldn't help but interact, so she had to bite the bullet and follow suit.
Other guests took the task well.
They really haven't thought about using this method to interact with the audience to increase their popularity. Although it is a bit more tiring than a simple live broadcast, it feels quite novel and the interactions are quite positive.
Jiang Hanying had already had dinner with Pei Yuan.
Pei Yuan paid attention to the live broadcast room and saw that the guests in the live broadcast room were off work, so she ordered meals in advance using her mobile phone.
A few minutes after Jiang Hanying returned to the hotel and sat down, dinner was delivered.
[Jiang Han’s movie version of mukbang is really something I can’t get tired of watching! 】
[Is the young lady sitting next to you the new assistant? 】
[It’s not a new assistant, it’s an assistant who took leave before and is now returning. Her name seems to be Pei Yuan. 】
[This assistant is not as good-looking as the previous one, but feels more friendly. 】
[I feel like Jiang Hanying gets along more naturally with this assistant. 】
【I feel this way too. 】
Pei Yuan glanced at the TV from time to time while eating. When she saw that she was being discussed on the barrage, and that she and Sister Hanying got along more naturally, she couldn't help but raise her lips.
As for saying that she was not as good-looking as the previous Zhou Tong, she didn't feel unhappy, after all, it was a fact.
And no matter how good-looking it is, what's the use, she's not the one following Sister Hanying!
Jiang Hanying rarely watches the live broadcast room when eating, let alone interacts with the audience's comments.
It's called concentration when eating.
The audience also consciously did not ask her questions while she was eating, mainly because they did not look at her even if they asked her.
After finishing the meal, Pei Yuan cleaned up the table, and Jiang Hanying took out the drawings and spread them out on the table, then found a pen and looked ready to start work.
The audience in the live broadcast room was shocked.
[Why did you bring this blueprint back? 】
[You wouldn’t have planned to wait until evening to make up for it, right? 】
[Is this really a supplement? 】
Pei Yuan came back from throwing away the garbage. When she saw the pen and paper on the table, she also asked: "Sister, are you really ready to complete this pattern?"
"Well." Jiang Hanying picked up the pen and waved her hand, "Just go about your business and don't bother me."
She was planning to complete the pattern tonight and give someone a big surprise early tomorrow morning.
Pei Yuan nodded and shut her mouth obediently. Before leaving, she couldn't help but move closer to take a look at the pattern on the eye paper. Two mosquito coil coils suddenly appeared in her eyes.
I feel dizzy!
He quickly turned around and sat far away, not planning to take another look.
So there were two people in the room, one was looking at the pictures quietly, and the other was working quietly with a tablet, and the room suddenly became quiet.
The audience in the live broadcast room watched it for a while and found it a bit unbearable.
[Is this only intended to complete the pattern and not to interact? 】
[Forget it, I’ll just go check out the split screens of other guests. 】There are also those who continue to insist on staying.
【Sit back and wait to write! 】
[I want to see what Jiang Hanying can do with this picture! 】
Zhou Tong also stayed in Jiang Hanying's live broadcast split screen. He glanced at Jiang Hanying, who had not started writing after half an hour, and then at the dwindling number of people in the live broadcast room in the upper right corner of the screen.
I couldn't help but murmured: "Can it really be completed?"
If it were anyone else, she would have scoffed at him and thought he was being whimsical.
But now it was Jiang Hanying who was doing this. Based on her previous experience with this person for a few days, she had an intuition that Jiang Hanying would not do anything that he was not sure about.
An hour later, the audience of Jiang Hanying's split-screen live broadcast had dropped to the bottom.
Even the barrage has become pitiful, and only one will appear occasionally.
【Almost an hour! 】
【When can I start writing? 】
[I went around the split screen of other guests’ live broadcasts, and when I came back, I found that Jiang Hanying was still in the same posture. 】
[I think Jiang Hanying should participate in a competition. The name of the competition is: see who can sit still the longest. 】
[I almost fell asleep. 】
Even when Zhou Tong felt that his patience was about to be exhausted, the person on the curtain in front finally picked up the pen at hand.
His breathing suddenly stopped, and the hands on his knees clenched subconsciously.
Being in the same space, Pei Yuan didn't know how many times she looked in Jiang Hanying's direction.
Several times I wanted to get closer to see if the person fell asleep while sitting, but I was afraid that I would accidentally disturb the other person if I guessed wrong, so I suppressed myself.
Until she heard the sound of the pen tip scratching the paper, she thought it was her imagination for a moment.
He raised his hand and looked over, and saw that the person sitting at the table was holding a pen and scratching rapidly on the paper. The speed was so fast that it felt more ridiculous than scribbling.
The viewers who were still in the live broadcast room did not expect Jiang Hanying to move suddenly, and they did not even react for a while.
When he came back to his senses, he saw the motionless person. It was as if a switch had finally been turned on. At the same time, the acceleration mode was turned on. The hand holding the pen moved quickly over the paper, almost becoming an afterimage. You can't see clearly where the pen tip is landing, you can only see the lines on the paper increasing rapidly.
[Are you sure this is not a random drawing? 】
[Even if you draw randomly, it’s not that fast, right? 】
[The completion pattern of Jiang Hanying in my imagination is: think for a while, draw a stroke, think for a while, and draw another stroke. The reality is: think...shuashuashua! 】
[So before I read it for more than an hour without moving, did I actually conceive all the lines in my mind before I started writing? 】
[I just want to say this: It’s a bunker! 】
[I don’t know if it’s correct or not. 】
[By the way, how do you make sure it’s correct? 】
[Didn’t Nuan Nuan read the complete picture? Although I only remembered half of it at the time, I should still have an impression of the overall pattern. 】
As the lines on the paper became more and more dense, Zhou Tong unknowingly stood up on the sofa and stared blankly at the increasingly complete patterns on the paper.
As the last stroke fell, she fell back onto the sofa, her breathing becoming rapid.
After a while, I remembered something, took out my phone with trembling hands, and dialed an encrypted number.
When the call was connected, I took a deep breath: "She made up the pattern!"