Online live-streaming has been a hot topic recently. Some experts have criticized those Internet celebrities who rely on their looks and exposure to stimulate the fan economy. However, they can't wait to stand in front of the screen and rely on academics to easily earn a million a month.
However, not everyone could do a live broadcast. It was a world where one's appearance mattered the most. In recent years, there were countless people who had died from blind dates. In order to gain a certain level of popularity on an online platform, even if one didn't have the face of an internet celebrity, one had to at least look presentable.
Even if you had a blood-red body, butterfly blue hair, and the looks of the Tang Family's Third Young Master … if you sang "Ah ~ ~ Five ~ ~ Rings ~ ~" on the screen, you might still become popular.
At the very least, it looked more festive this way.
Little Xuan had given Father Wang a lot of inspiration. Live streaming could be considered a universal topic, and it was very immersive and interesting. But how to develop this theme and make it more interesting was what Father Wang had to think about next.
After hearing Little Xuan's opinion, Father Wang hurriedly thanked everyone in the live stream room and then went offline.
When the netizens saw that "Wang Jiaomei"'s profile picture had turned gray, they instantly knew … that this all-powerful big shot in the online novel world was about to make a move again!
This time … just what kind of reign of terror would there be?
Father Wang was a very efficient person, and this efficiency was reflected in every aspect. For example, in the time it took for the water to boil, Father Wang could do three things on the toilet: eat, read the newspaper, and switch between hundreds of alternate accounts to argue with the trolls in his book review and comment section.
That night, Father Wang stayed up late to draw up a basic framework and outline for his new book. Even the first chapter of the new book had been completed.
Title: The Live Streaming Life of the Immortal King
Introduction: This is the story of a big shot in the cultivation world who is unable to suppress the primordial force in the main body. He broadcasts the daily life of an immortal cultivator in the human world.
"…"
Wang Ling kept looking at Father Wang's computer screen, and somehow had an ominous premonition.
Given Father Wang's current level of writing, he could already write fluently at the beginning of a chapter; he had already checked for typos several times. Then, Father Wang clicked his mouse and directly emailed the document to his chief editor.
Father Wang's chief editor was surnamed Song Zikai, and his editor's code name was Lie Shou. The circle had given this chief editor the nickname "Lie Mengmeng." When Wang Ling had visited his house before, he had used his eye technique to check this person's business card. This was the only editor Father Wang had come into contact with offline in the ten-odd years since his debut in the online literature industry. This was a very good-looking and thin young man. He looked a little weak, and he had neatly trimmed bangs that gave people a clean feeling.
With the computer on, Father Wang made a cup of tea and waited quietly for a while. Very quickly, he heard a "ding dong" sound! — Editor-in-Chief Song's reply came!
This gold-medal editor in the industry and a promoter of premium novels only took an average of thirty seconds to review a manuscript! Wang Ling found this particularly miraculous.
Wang Ling skimmed through the contents of the reply. It said that the theme was very bright, and there was nothing wrong with the writing. But considering Father Wang's appalling performance in his first book and his current status on the website, Lie Mengmeng planned to have Father Wang write a few more chapters to fill up twenty thousand words before posting it on a trial website to test the waters.
Wang Ling had heard of this website before. It was an independent VIP website specially set up by the Cultivation Reading Network for veteran readers who had been registered on the website for more than one hundred years and had high spending power. On this website, readers could be the first to read novel gurus' new works to test the waters, and they could leave comments and give their thoughts and suggestions to the authors.
Looking at this reply, Father Wang was silent for a while, but in the end, he nodded and accepted it. After all, it had taken him more than ten years to gradually perfect and successfully create his godhead under the pen name Wang Situ. Given that he didn't know how popular his second book would be in the market, Father Wang really didn't dare rashly publish it, otherwise his godhead would shatter if the results weren't up to standard! He … would definitely become a laughing stock in the industry, right?!
Wang Ling was speechless. "…" A person who could rely solely on a pen name to attract three hundred thousand viewers on a live streaming platform that had nothing to do with online novels at all – how the f * * k were those website flops supposed to survive?!
…
In the morning, Mother Wang had prepared breakfast: deep-fried dough sticks, soy milk and her specialty, rejuvenation noodles. Mother Wang untied her apron and shouted upstairs, "You two, come down for dinner!"
Looking at the table full of food, Wang Ling was almost moved to tears … After being ravaged by Mother Juan's dark cuisine in those few days at No. 59 High School, it was probably only Mother Wang's cooking that could heal his wounded heart.
While they ate, Father Wang pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and stared at Wang Ling carefully for a while before sighing. "Tsk, you seem to have put on weight in the last two days."
Wang Ling touched his face, and indeed felt that there was a little more fat on his cheeks … this was probably the result of Mother Juan's cooking fermenting in his stomach.
But it didn't matter, losing weight was never difficult for Wang Ling …
Wang Ling rubbed his cheeks hard with both hands, and the fat on his face was instantly rubbed off like plasticine.
"…" How the f * * k was this possible?!
This was the first time Father Wang and Mother Wang had seen Wang Ling's ability.
Father Wang ate a mouthful of rejuvenation noodles. "How has group life been these two days?"
Wang Ling was blank, but in the end he shook his head.
"I heard that a lot of things happened when I sent you the talisman seal?"
Wang Ling nodded.
Father Wang sighed. "Actually, I think you're just too nervous. Maybe if you act more naturally, nothing will happen. You should interact more with people your own age, understand? "
Wang Ling continued to nod.
"Alright! What's the point of saying this when we're eating! "
Mother Wang interrupted Father Wang. "But Ling Ling, remember to review your homework a little in the next two days. You can't do too well, but at least don't be at the bottom. You still have to learn what you need to learn. I've asked around about the classes you've missed these two days, and I specially went to your school to pick up the revision materials. You just need to take a few minutes to go through them later. "
"Okay." Wang Ling finally said … the first word he had said since returning home.
The truth was that Wang Ling didn't need to review Dao talismans or spells at all. But he still had to find time to memorize history, politics, and so on. Even top students like Feather Lin and Lotus Sun in the elite class would have to spend at least a whole day to digest a week's worth of lessons.
In contrast, it was much more convenient for Wang Ling. Using the speed reading memorization spell, mom no longer had to worry about my studies!
But before the start of the wonderful weekend, Wang Ling didn't want anyone to disturb him while he was studying, especially when he was using the speed memorization spell. If he was disturbed during this period, there was a high chance that his memory would go haywire.
So, to avoid such a situation, he opened his pencil case …
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