MTL - God Level Star System-Chapter 8 The anchor is under 18 years old

Song Renping did not speak, and his teachers were also blind and unwilling to participate.

Li Yunliang saw that the atmosphere was a bit embarrassing. My heart also knew that everyone needs to find a step at the moment. If I don’t talk, things are really bad. With the decision, said: "Mr. Song! Children, after all, are still small. I think that if you criticize two sentences, we still have to focus on education and supervise criticism. So let me go back, I will help later. You look at it, and try not to ask you for trouble." Speaking of this, turned to look at Zhang Yu, fake model of the board with a face, said: "Zhang Yu! Let Song teacher recognize a mistake. After class Be careful to listen, don't worry about the teacher."

Zhang Yu heard this and had to say: "Sorry, Teacher Song! Next time I must pay attention to listening, see more physics, less history."

Song Renping listened to this, and did not fight one place, but also read less history. Are you acknowledging mistakes, do you admit that you are so wrong? However, when I think about Li Yunliang's meaning, I also know that this Zhang is not easy at the moment, or let him put a horse first, and so on. Thinking of this, I nodded reluctantly and said: "That's it!" At the same time, I waved my hand and didn't see it.

Zhang Yu saw it and said: "The teachers will see you again! I will go back! This history book, I also took it!" After that, I did not wait for other teachers to say anything, took the history book and turned away. .

Until Zhang Yu left the classroom office, the door was closed again, and Song Renping turned his head to Li Yunliang: "Mr. Li, what is the background of this child?"

The rest of the teachers heard the same words and showed interest! They all looked at Li Yunliang.

"This..." Li Yunliang thought for a moment and smiled bitterly: "In the middle of the leadership, I am not too clear, it is not convenient to comment! I will understand if there is a chance, and then tell you."

A small storm, it has passed.

Although things have passed, the follow-up story is far from over. The office gossip caused by a student has never been broken. Almost all the teachers know that there is a boy named Zhang Yu in the 12th class. The background is large.

The learning pressure in high school is very big, especially in this key high school, the learning pressure is even greater. The students have to live almost all day, from morning to night, from white to black, from day to sunset, and learn every moment.

For those elite students, although the pressure of learning is great, they are acceptable, and they are used to this learning style and lifestyle. However, for Zhang Yu, who is used to leisure, it is not easy. After all, what people say, they can't understand, compared to other people's hard work, they just follow the soy sauce. In addition to some disciplines that need to be memorized, other disciplines that need to be from primary school to large, and they have become a blind eye. At the moment, if there is no teacher and one-on-one explanation. Even if you have an unforgettable experience, you can learn it.

After school in the afternoon, Zhang Yu quickly went home... because there is still something to do. I bought two bags of instant noodles on the road, and I plan to fool me again.

Zhang Yu opened the door and saw his mother Yu Meixiu was at home. It feels a bit strange, said: "Mom! How come you come back?" To know that his mother is working in a suburban garment factory, is the workshop director. When the off-season is produced, it is not very early to come back. Not to mention the current production season, sometimes it is normal to not come back once in ten days and a half. At this time, it should be the production season, and the mother made Zhang Yu a little surprised at home.

"Of course I don't worry about you! Are you not going to school on the first day today?" Yu Meixiu stopped the work of cooking at hand, with a look of concern, said: "How! Is it smooth?"

Zhang Yu put down the instant noodles in his hand and said: "Success! Of course it goes well. You don't look at your son's popularity!"

Yu Meixiu said: "So, is your teacher good to you?"

"Good!" Zhang Yu nodded and said: "The teacher is good to me! The two sides exchanged opinions in a harmonious atmosphere, based on the principle of mutual respect and mutual sovereignty. I joined the year ten. The second class of major events, carried out a comprehensive, multi-angle exchange, reached a consensus after the meeting. And verbally promised, must be specially taken care of me. Yes, Mom, is it good, I am hungry."

“Nonsense!” Yu Meixiu heard a smile, and her heart’s fears disappeared: “I’ll be right soon! You wait.”

Yu Meixiu continued to cut the work of the dishes, but my heart felt a little weird. Since my son almost lost his life because of saving people, this character seems to have changed one person. Can this person make a slight change when it is difficult to die? In any case, since his son was ten years old, his devil's dad disappeared silently, the happy son became silent, and he seemed to have no interest in anything. Looking at it now, it seems that the most difficult time has passed. Thinking of this, Yu Meixiu's heart that has been suppressed for a long time has gradually been opened, and the speed of cutting vegetables is much faster than usual.

Zhang Yu returned to his house and opened the computer. His important job is to go to the Feilong live platform to apply to become an anchor.

Zhang Yu used to have an account in Feilong.com, but it was just an ordinary member. When he wants to apply to become the anchor, he is in trouble. Although he already has an ID card, he is under the age of 18 and cannot apply to become an anchor. He is automatically rejected by the system.

This is how to do?

Zhang Yu pondered for a little while, quietly went to turn out his mom's ID card, and his own is not good, just use the mother, no one has prescribed, the older person can not be the anchor. Zhang Yu used his mother's ID card and applied again... The system became an audit.

Zhang Yu saw it and gave a sigh of relief. It can be seen from this website, and the criteria for reviewing it are not so serious. It is completely a form.

Zhang Yu got the anchor application, and then he waited for the approval.

Yu Meixiu made a lot of delicious food for Zhang Yu at night, let Zhang Yu's appetite wide open. After killing two bowls of rice, Zhang Yu left home to return to school.

Late self-study, Zhang Yu did not absorb the lessons of the day, continue to do my own thing, love to see and see. Anyway, there are some disciplines that I don’t understand. It’s better to pick a useful lesson than to listen to the thunder.

After studying in the evening, Zhang Yu returned home~www.novelbuddy.com~ The old lady is no longer at home, because she has to work overtime and go back to the unit. Zhang Yu does not write homework anymore. If he says he can't write, he won't have to worry about it. Instead, I rushed to the computer and landed on the Dragon Live video. The audit has been passed, and I did not expect the efficiency of this Feilong network to be very high.

Zhang Yu logged in to the website and downloaded a matching live broadcast software, which was followed by debugging. He followed the live broadcast software tutorial left on the Internet. After a while, the software was debugged.

Zhang Yu started his first live broadcast... To say that Zhang Yu’s live broadcast equipment, that is, the computer plus the surrounding things, the configuration is really normal. The camera is the cheapest brand. The pixels are not high, and they are vague. They don't have their own beauty, they can't add light, and the resolution is four to three. The microphone is not a capacitor. It is the kind of cheap desktop type. It looks a bit shabby, but the effect is still okay. The high-pitched parts are picked up. The clarity is OK, but the fullness is average. Fortunately, there is an independent sound card, which is unfortunately fortunate, not shaved in the equipment.

Zhang Yu opened the internal recording function of the live broadcast software, tried to talk about the Swordsman, and planned to see how it was said.

Zhang Yu recorded that he could have ten minutes, stopped the recording, and listened to it. He found that although he was talking about the word, he couldn’t pick any big mistakes, but it seemed that it was too dull.

This makes Zhang Yu very dissatisfied, this is simply a textbook! This level of novel interpretation, even if the story is more exciting, it sounds inferior.

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