Interstellar baby care letter

Chapter 39
The program was scheduled to be broadcast live from the very beginning, and it must not be changed just because of a cultural live broadcast.

"The live broadcast will be live tomorrow night. Everything will be carried out according to the original plan. As for the live broadcast, we will talk about it later." Yan Han stood up with a serious face.

He can only pin his hopes on Nanshu now, and hope that Nanshu can make a surprise move tomorrow night to attract traffic.

However, his hope was doomed to fail.

*
Another night passed.

Seven o'clock in the evening on August [-]rd.

The dressing room on the second floor of Fengyun Building was overcrowded. The dancers and contestants gathered, and they came and went in a hurry. The movements of the makeup artists were extremely fast. There were so many contestants, and it was their first time on stage. They had to ensure that everyone was perfect.

Nan Shu was sitting on a white Chinese wooden chair with her head half raised. The makeup artist in front of her looked at the crystal clear white glowing skin and said with a smile, "The skin is so good, I don't even need my primer."

Nan Shu smiled: "Today's makeup must be a primer."

"That's right." The makeup artist thought of the preset makeup for Nan Shu, and nodded seriously.

*
In the high-end apartment building in the third district, Nan Xuanhua looked around for the angle of the live broadcast. Her live broadcast tonight was very important. The background had to be chosen well, it had to be exquisite and elegant, and it had to show her financial background "indistinctly".

For example, during the live broadcast, a high-end vase is slightly exposed, and a new Cartier bracelet is worn on one's wrist, every bit of it must be exquisite and flawless.

As for the most important manuscript of the live broadcast, she had already converted it into digital text, not only memorized it fluently, but also placed it in the most conspicuous place on the homepage of the brain, for fear that if she made a mistake, she would forget the words.

In the anticipation of Nan Xuan's painting, in Yan Han's apprehension, and in the excitement of many netizens, eight o'clock in the evening arrived on time.

Interstellar Voice and Nan Xuanhua's "Painting" live broadcast room started on time.

In the atmosphericly decorated studio, all the lights were turned on at the same time.

The bright and dazzling lights illuminated the entire stage, and the music sounded. All members of the shidge dance troupe stepped onto the stage and gave everyone a warm opening dance.

After the dance, the host Bai Hao came on stage, and after the oral broadcast, he quickly got to the point, "Welcome everyone to Interstellar Voice. This issue's regular guests are—Gu Ran, Lin Bo, and Wan Qinxue!"

Gu Ran made his debut as a child star. He is straightforward and handsome. He has released [-] albums, including [-] platinum albums. He is a powerful singer in the music scene.

Lin Bo is also an old man in the music scene. He is very familiar with old songs and has many fans.

Wan Qinxue is an amphibious artist in the film and television music scene, familiar with various singing styles, diverse styles, and strong strength.

They are all big names, and the Voice of Interstellar was able to invite them together. Apart from their impressive strength, they also invested a lot of money.

Backstage, Yan Han said in a deep voice, "What's the ratings?"

"Broken 1."

Hearing this, Yan Han frowned fiercely. It was not easy to beat the first one at the beginning of the show, but they had enough publicity in the early stage. The three guests are all big names in the entertainment industry. It stands to reason that they should break the second, even if they are three, they can win the first one. It's really not good to break 2 now.

With a cold face, Yan Han silently turned on his brain, clicked on the Zhile app, entered the "Huayi" live broadcast room, and checked the number of people in the room.

In the live broadcast room, Nan Xuanhua was smiling, with exquisite makeup on her face, her hair was well trimmed, hanging obediently behind her back, and she turned on the beauty mode, her skin with slight blemishes became fair and crystal clear, and her arrogant and mean expression in the past faded away. Go, revealing the original beauty.

Netizens who just came in felt a little uncomfortable, and immediately became happy. This is the correct way for a host to open up.

The bullet screens started walking together: "I didn't expect that since I showed my face, it's a surprise, the anchor looks good!"

"I'm about to cry. I came here for culture, but I didn't expect to become a fan of the anchor."

"... Am I the only one who noticed her bracelet? It's the latest model from Cartier."

Seeing the barrage, everyone praised her for her good looks. Nan Xuanhua's mouth curved slightly, pinched her throat, and expressed gentleness and generosity: "Welcome everyone to the Huayi live broadcast room, I am the anchor Nanxuanhua. "

Barrage: "Hey, the host is also surnamed Nan."

"Stop dawdling, the host, let's start now."

"Anchor, are you related to Nan Shu's anchor?"

The audience begins to make full use of their associations.

Nan Xuan smiled but did not answer: "Today's live broadcast is about poetry."

She doesn't know if it's right to go straight to the topic without interacting with the audience, but Nan Shu's live broadcast is like this, and the response is very good, and everyone should be satisfied.

So for the first live broadcast, Nan Xuan Hua imitated the rhythm of Nan Shu's live broadcast.

Thinking about the content of the poems on the manuscript, Nan Xuan drew each word and said stiffly: "Poetry and words are separated, and poetry and songs are inseparable. Poetry is an ancient literary genre that originated in ancient Chinese social life. Because labor production, sexual love..."

Afterwards, Nanxuan's paintings were lightly explained and recited, and the audience in the live broadcast room began to soar, breaking through 10 million in just 800 minutes.

On the other side, Yan Han looked at the soaring number of people in the room, and said with a sullen face, "What's the ratings now?"

The staff member rubbed his eyes, his voice trembling: "Brother Yan, it's 0."

After 10 minutes of broadcasting, the ratings did not rise but fell. If this spread, it would definitely be a joke in the industry.

Yan Han's face was so dark that ink dripped out, his eyes fixed on the number of people in the room painted by Nan Xuan, as if this was his lost ratings.

The atmosphere here was sluggish, but on the other side, Nan Xuanhua suffered the first crisis since the live broadcast.

2 minutes ago.

Nan Xuanhua finished reciting the first paragraph of text given by Nan Shu with a startled heart, and paused for a while, intending to take a breather for herself, when someone asked a question on the barrage:

"Anchor, what is the era of China's ancient society? I heard Nanshu's anchors talk about dynasties or years, and I have never heard of ancient society."

This person is a fanatic of culture. He has watched Nan Shu's live broadcast several times. The interval between Nan Xuanhua's pauses is to give them time to digest their questions, so I sent a barrage, asking Nan Xuanhua to answer.

With this question, the audience in the barrage seemed to have been connected to the two veins of Ren and Du, and asked questions one after another: "Same question, please answer."

"What is rhythm? Is it similar to the rhythm in music?"

"What is the difference between poetry and poetry?"

Nan Xuanhua looked at the barrage, her face froze slightly, and then realized that this was a live broadcast, she quickly adjusted, and smiled again on her face, but her heart was beating in her chest, how did she know that "ancient society" ", "rhythm" and what are these things, and there is no annotation on the manuscript Nan Shu gave.

The more she thought about it, the more flustered she became, Nan Xuanhua secretly resented Nan Shu in her heart.

Looking at the screen full of questions, Nan Xuanhua secretly gritted her teeth and did one thing - ignore.

(End of this chapter)