C360

"Sleeping trough! What the hell

Roommate a look, eyes are straight, computer eat chicken are not care about, hurriedly climbed over, "when does teacher Ye open live?"

"It's so fantastic, too!"

At the same time, other students who were watching the live broadcast were also stunned.

"I wipe it. Is it fake?"

"How can it be"

"Mr. Ye, you are so ungrateful that you went to live broadcast shortly after class. This span is too big"

"I'll serve"

the martial arts association.

A member of the association was watching the live broadcast in the evening, and the whole person was in a daze:

"how can this be the president?"

A group of martial arts fans.

Group leader's speech: "quick, go to the shrimp platform quickly, teacher Ye opened the live broadcast!"

"Trough, really?"

"Is Mr. Ye really on the air?"

"Tell me if I'll teach martial arts live. I'll learn it!"

The members were ecstatic.

The group leader was stunned, "Er, this Mr. Ye is not teaching martial arts live, but singing live. It's not clear what to say about this matter... "

The members were all a little confused.

Singing???

……

In one bedroom, boss Wang watched the live broadcast. He was almost asleep. As a result, God of songs wanted to announce his true face. This made boss Wang excited. He sent a fluorescent stick to God of songs for such a long time, but he had not seen the real face of this man. As a result, when the camera was moved up, boss Wang was totally stupid.

"I wipe, I wipe! This is really Dr. Ye. My day... "

Boss Wang doesn't know how to describe it. It has broken through his psychological boundary. Who can think that the people around him are such a big anchor.

Although in boss Wang's mind, Dr. Ye is already good enough, and sometimes even acts as an expert, he never expected that Dr. ye could be so powerful in the field of live broadcasting

"No, I have to talk to Lao Liu about this tomorrow. It's just..." Boss Wang thought that Lao Liu never watched the live broadcast. He was so excited that he brushed all the fluorescent sticks under his hand.

Boss Wang is very distressed. This is the stock he has saved for a month.

……

The whole news spread in Tsinghua forum.

A group of night owl students who didn't sleep at night crowded into the live broadcasting room. Those who didn't watch the live broadcast in the past directly registered their accounts. In order to brush the barrage for teacher ye, teacher Ye left for such a period of time, which can make the students miss one by one

In particular, the students of the original medical department were all tearful. After Mr. Ye left, they had to face many old and harsh professors in the new academic year. In addition, with the revision of the new textbooks, the probability of graduation in that semester was even lower by several percentage points than before, which was almost irresistible.

"Miss ye, I miss you so much!"

"Mr. Ye, the days without you are just like the fear of being ruled by a failed course..."

"Mr. Ye, how can you be so excellent? Why don't you just come back and give us music lessons."

"Mr. Ye, we need you in Tsinghua art department!"

"We also need art teachers from Peking University!"

"Rolling Duzi, teacher Ye is from Tsinghua University!"

A group of students from Tsinghua University and Peking University came up to swipe the screen.

Some of the guys in the barrage were stunned and said, "you don't have to talk about the kids. You still have Tsinghua art department, Tsinghua University and Peking University per capita. Are the cultural quality of our live broadcasting room so high?"

"You little boys, how can you be so fat? The God of songs shows his face. You are excited. You can understand why they all started to forge diplomas. I graduated from Oxford University! "

"Oh, it's so social. Now some people watching the live broadcast are so boastful. I'm very honest. My brother, I graduated from junior college, and I must be above the average level..."

All the students in Tsinghua are not satisfied.

"We are Tsinghua students."

"Why don't you believe it? Do you want me to send you the admission certificate?"

Other bullet screens:

"lying trough, this group of people is not finished!"

"Mr. Ye, I'm your martial arts fan. Can you teach us martial arts live?"

"Teacher ye, I am a medical intern. Can you talk about medical skills?"

"Mr. Ye, I am your face powder, whining..."

"Lying trough, the God of song shows his face. How can it be such a big sensation? I just checked the identity of teacher ye on the Internet. Now my mind is a little confused... "

"So am I, with chaos and chaos..."

Some people, it's getting messy.

In the mansion.

Wang Tongda, who watched the live broadcast, finally knew the true face of the God of songs. After going to Baidu for a while, he only felt that the life experience of the other party was too rich. After a habitual exploration of his fingers, he remembered that he had quit smoking. If he didn't smoke, his mind would be a little confused, and it took time to slowlyThere are too many bullet screens in the whole live broadcasting room, and they are being frantically refreshed almost every second.

Backstage Technology Department of doushrimp company.

A bunch of technicians are going crazy.

"Horizontal slot, the total thread is about to burst!"

"What are you doing? Switch the route quickly!" Zhang's face was sweating with anxiety, and the amount of barrage increased again.

"Cut, cut I can't cut it. The operation interface is stuck... " Technician Xiao Li wanted to cry without tears.

"Then start the emergency plan, block all the bullet screens, delay the display, and restrict the speech..."

"OK, brother Zhang."

After a few minutes of operation, it was like a great war. Then they all breathed a sigh of relief and finally solved the problem.

"The God of songs is so terrible."

"What's wrong with teacher ye in this barrage? Where are they from? "

"Teacher ye, you don't know, go to Baidu yourself." Said a technician who watches Weibo every day.

Brother Zhang was still a little scared, but now it is finally stable, the surge in traffic, are also under control, "or my consideration is not proper, the bullet screen display system needs to be further improved, there are still too many loopholes."

"No, no, brother Zhang, you've done very well."

"Yes, we don't know what to do without brother Zhang this time."

Several other technicians said sincerely.

The door of the technology department was suddenly opened.

Sun Yanghui angrily walked in and asked, "what's going on here? How is the data abnormal? Is it a secret traffic? I didn't give you indicators at the beginning of the month. Some anchors need support and can increase popularity, but there's no need to raise the whole platform by millions. How do you do things, are you pigs?"

Several technical personnel looked at the past, and felt very wronged: "supervisor, this is really not our pot, we have not had time to upgrade, these millions of traffic are all from the God of songs live broadcast room..."

Sun Yanghui was stunned.