"...It's not necessary, is it?"

"Why don't you need it?" Jiang Qiuyi pinched Chen Wen's face.

Clean and refreshing.

Okay, it doesn't seem to be very useful.

"Anyway, the advertiser will give you free stuff, so you should use it first. It's just for hydration and it's easy to shoot a video."

In order to save money, Jiang Qiuyi worked hard, and she wanted to take on every advertisement she could accept.

"Isn't it bad to receive too many ads in a short period of time?" Chen Wen hesitated, "It seems like your account has already had four ads this month?"

Jiang Qiu's tuba piano-playing account received ads that were inserted at the end, which were relatively ordinary and cost tens of thousands of yuan each time. They were incomparable to Chen Wen's alarm clock ads.

But the advantage is that it is simple and easy, and does not require a lot of brain work.

There is no need to resort to aggressive tricks like Chen Wen.

It's just that if it's too frequent, it can easily cause dissatisfaction among the audience.

Of course, the reputation of chatting with friends is pretty good at Station B. After all, previous up owners were accustomed to using their love to make money, and the audience would encourage the host to chat with others, for fear that the up owner would be ran away.

The tolerance is quite large.

The key is not to cause the video quality to drop due to timing.

Fortunately, Jiang Qiuyi's piano videos have always been of this level, and because of advertising, she has been posting a video every one or two days recently.

Many fans shouted long live the sponsor's father.

Only the funder’s father can make Pigeon Jing update the video.

"They asked me in the fan group if I wanted to live broadcast." Jiang Qiuyi sat on the chair next to him, leaning on the backrest to look at his phone, and put one foot into Chen Wen's arms, "I plan to turn it on for a while when I practice the piano at night, anyway.

I was going to play it."

Chen Wen operated the mouse with one hand and simply cut out the useless fragments of the material. With the other hand, he pinched Jiang Qiuyi's little feet and wrapped them in socks. They felt rough to the touch, "Then let's go."

Anyway, both of them have already shown their faces, so it doesn't matter what they do live.

Last year, when Jiang Qiu injured his knee, he did a live broadcast, but after his knee healed, Jiang Qiuyi forgot about the live broadcast room again.

There was no fan base at that time, and Jiang Qiuyi didn't like to read private messages, so many fans wanted to go live but had nowhere to go.

It's okay now, the fan base is openly urging not only Jiang Qiuyi, but also Chen Wen.

"They also want to watch you live-streaming your handiwork."

“What’s so interesting about handmade live streaming?”

Chen Wen was puzzled.

The essence of handmade videos is only a few minutes, extracted from dozens or hundreds of hours of boring material.

If dozens of hours of handmade videos are crammed into it without editing, who would watch it except those who really want to learn how to make handmade videos?

"Mainly out of curiosity, right?" Jiang Qiuyi twisted her little feet and drew circles in Chen Wen's palm with her toes. "After all, most people have never done anything by hand. I must be curious about how you usually do it."

"Then they will be disappointed." Chen Wen shook his head, thinking that he had been repeating a simple polishing action all afternoon, who could stand it?

Thinking like this, Chen Wen touched the little feet in his hands and suddenly remembered that Jiang Qiu had just come back from a morning run and hadn't washed them yet, so he subconsciously raised his hand and smelled it.

Hmm...it doesn't smell weird at all.

Snap!

"Abnormal!" Jiang Qiuyi saw his movements, hit him, and immediately wanted to pull his feet back.

In the end, Chen Wen had quick eyesight and quick hands, so she grabbed Jiojio.

"You sniff again, you sniff again!" Jiang Qiuyi blushed in embarrassment and raised her other foot to kick him. As a result, Roubaozi beat the dog but never came back. The two fragrant jiojio were imprisoned and locked up.

.

"...I just smell it to see if it smells bad."

"That's also perverted!"

"I see you secretly smell it when you take off your socks."

"Ugh!" Jiang Qiu glared at him with big eyes and said angrily, "Then I will only smell my own! If you smell mine, you are a pervert!"

"I can smell it for you too."

"I don't want it! It's even more perverted!"

Well, if Jiang Qiuyi was asked to smell his socks, he would be really embarrassed.

I felt a little sick myself.

But why doesn't he feel sick when he smells Jiang Qiuyi?

What a weird thing.

Peel off Jiang Qiuyi's socks, just like peeling an egg, revealing the white and tender feet inside.

Now the smooth and delicate touch feels on my hands. Compared with the rough feel of socks, it is very different and much more comfortable.

Jiang Qiuyi stopped making trouble even once.

I didn't even get my two feet back.

It felt quite comfortable to be touched and squeezed by Chen Wen's rough big hands.

She turned the chair sideways, and so did the person, so that her legs could be straightened and she didn't have to twist her waist while sitting.

Chen Wen became her massage technician.

When Chen Wen was about to use the keyboard and put both hands on the table, Jiang Qiuyi kicked him in the stomach with her little feet to urge him.

"Busy."

"Extension clock, don't stop."

Chen Wen: "?"

…

night.

After dinner, Jiang Qiuyi took his laptop to the piano room next door, turned on the live music, and started practicing daily.

Chen Wen didn't start the live broadcast, so he cleaned the living room, gathered the cat hair on a broom, played with You Zhong for a while, then went into the craft room and continued to tinker with the Third Generation Ghost.

At half past eight, Chen Wen rubbed his sore wrists, tidied up the craft room, walked out the door, and walked to the next door.

Hearing some movement, he followed him, circling around Chen Wen's heels.

Waves of faint music came from the piano room. When he opened the door, the sound waves suddenly rose and rushed into his eardrums.

Jiang Qiuyi's notebook was placed on a small coffee table next to the window sill, right opposite the door of the piano room.

As soon as Chen Wen walked in, before Jiang Qiuyi could see him, the audience in the live broadcast room had already seen him.

[Wu Yanzu in the Song Dynasty]: Oh, Gu Wen is here.

【The Prodigal Son's Life Will End in the World】: It's not important to hear it alone, don't stop me from listening to the music.

[Heli Deyong]: Are you just listening to music? You are just greedy for other people's bodies!

[Yihang001]: Didn’t you see that the real up owner has appeared? There is a mother who loves you!

[Nicholas Yiwei]: Brother, wake up, there is no chance now (funny)

After the song ended, Chen Wen came behind Jiang Qiuyi, hugged her from behind, leaned down and kissed her on the face.

"Don't..." Jiang Qiuyi reacted and quickly pushed him away, "The live broadcast is on."

"?" Chen Wen then remembered that Jiang Qiu mentioned this during the day, and then noticed the notebook next to him.

【fly fly】:???

【Gongfuchuan】:???

【I have insomnia today】:???

【Xuan Tian Xiaoxian】:???

…

[Nicholas Yiwei]: I heard about the dog thief! He is here to die!

[May your love be deep]: Woohoo! My Qiuqiu!

[Liqing]: Team up to kill Gu Wen (1/100)

[Chengnan Flowers Bloom_]: I can already imagine what they would be doing in the piano room when they are not broadcasting live.

[Yao Huanghua]: Fuck! There is a picture.

[Mimi Mimifa]: Brother, let me borrow one to talk (funny)

Chen Wen looked a little helpless as he watched the voices of criticism against him in the live broadcast room.
Chapter completed!