I started to become more self-disciplined at the age of 30

Chapter 206 205. There are millions of people online, including you, my deskmate!

The activities in the afternoon are more lively than those in the morning.

Because the afternoon is mostly filled with cultural performances, which are more relaxed than the morning, not as strict and formal, and many people flock to the campus.

The entire campus was almost packed with people, with tens of thousands of people crowding in. Fortunately, the school gate was quickly closed later, otherwise the campus would have to accommodate hundreds of thousands of people.

but……

However, there were more than 100,000 people gathered outside the school.

When Yan Ruyu drove over, she drove very slowly because traffic control had already started in the surrounding area and only a few cars could come in.

Yan Ruyu's car had been remembered by many people. They all recognized it and knew that Jiang Chen was in the car. They all rushed over and waved and cheered.

"Jiang Chen..."

"Jiang Chen..."

"Jiang Chen..."

"Lao Jiang..."

……

The shouts of tens of thousands of people could be heard from far away.

Han Qing started the live broadcast at this time, and tens of millions of people instantly flooded into the live broadcast room. Many viewers were waiting for her to start the broadcast, wanting to watch Jiang Chen's afternoon performance.

Jiang Chen sang a song in the morning, which made many people eager to watch. So as soon as Han Qing started broadcasting in the afternoon, they all went straight into the live broadcast room.

Such a large number of people showed that Jiang Chen retained a lot of the audience attracted by the lucky draw yesterday.

Jiang Chen was in the car, waving and interacting with the people outside through the window, which made the people outside even more excited and their shouts even louder.

The live broadcast room was also filled with dense barrages of comments floating by.

"Old Jiang, the show started too early today!"

"Lao Jiang really loves his alma mater. He changed the time of the live performance for his alma mater. Will he perform a few more shows today?"

"Lao Jiang, please upload the boy quickly, I like him so much."

"Lao Jiang, I'm right here, come on!"

"Lao Jiang, in order to wait for your next lottery draw, I will live in your live broadcast room from now on..."

……

In fact, most of the viewers attracted by the lottery still continue to stay in Jiang Chen’s live broadcast room and enter the live broadcast room so actively, in fact, it is all for the next lottery.

After all, everyone in the world is pursuing profit!

Zhang Zhiqiang's myth of making 2.5 billion yuan rich still attracted many people.

They all dreamed that Jiang Chen would draw them in the next lottery.

only……

Jiang Chen still hasn't thought about when the next lottery will be.

But, certainly not in a short period of time.

The car slowly entered the campus, which was still crowded with people.

The voices shouting for Jiang Chen were no less than those outside.

The artistic performance on stage was coming to an end. It was already past six o'clock, almost seven o'clock, but no one watched the previous performances. They were all waiting for Jiang Chen's performance.

Even the students who were going to perform on stage had no enthusiasm to perform, as they also wanted to wait to see Jiang Chen's live performance.

and so!
When Jiang Chen appeared, several students who were performing on the stage stopped immediately and followed the audience in shouting out Jiang Chen's name.

Fang Xueyi, one of the hosts, came down the stage in a cheongsam and came to Jiang Chen. She was red-faced and panting. She came to Jiang Chen and smiled, "Jiang Chen, we have been waiting for you for a long time!"

Jiang Chen nodded slightly to Fang Xueyi, indicating that he had met her before. Then he looked towards the audience and saw many familiar faces.

Yan Yiqing, Yan Shouzhong, Huang Bo, Huang Wenqing, Qin Hanming, Qin Xuerong, Li Wenjun, Wang Fei and many more!
Also, his old classmates were sitting together, including Liu Hongwei, Peng Lidong, Li Li, Liao Xiaoguang and others, all of them excitedly waved to Jiang Chen!

Jiang Chen walked directly onto the stage, while Han Qing, Pu Yuexi and others walked towards the reserved seats in the first row of the audience. Han Qing had been broadcasting live to the performance on the stage, and the number of people online in the live broadcast room quickly increased to more than 15 million.

When he came to the stage, Jiang Chen smiled and nodded to the familiar people in the audience, such as Liu Hongwei, Li Li, Peng Lidong, etc. Then he took the microphone handed over by Fang Xueyi, whispered thank you to Fang Xueyi, and then looked at the endless crowd in the audience, and said with a little shame: "Sorry, I'm late! The road is a bit far and not easy to walk on, you should all know that."

There was traffic jam all the way. When there was no traffic jam, traffic control was implemented because of the large number of people. We still walked very slowly, so it took us two or three hours.

Of course, everyone in the audience knew it, and they all applauded Jiang Chen.

That is Jiang Chen. If it was anyone else, and they arrived at this time, when the time was almost over, they would definitely be scolded.

The applause gradually died down, and Jiang Chen continued: "I won't waste any more words. Today I have a few more songs for you! Last time, I was in Jinling and sang a song called "My Upper Bunk Brother" to my roommate. I know that many people like this song, but I won't sing it today."

"Today, I will sing a song for my deskmate."

"I think that after many years of school, everyone should have a deskmate that they can't forget, right?"

There was silence for a moment!
Then there was applause again.

Jiang Chen waved to Pu Yuexi, who immediately knew that Jiang Chen wanted the guitar. She immediately took the guitar off Chen Xiaojia's back, then trotted onto the stage and handed it to Jiang Chen with both hands.

Fang Xueyi, who was standing on the steps, wanted to help, but Pu Yuexi didn't let her get involved.

Jiang Chen took the guitar and sat in the center of the stage with a microphone in front of him.

The scene gradually became quieter.

Jiang Chen didn't say anything else. He was indeed a little socially anxious. In front of so many people, it was better for him not to speak if possible and just let the music do the talking.

Five of them lightly scratched across the guitar.

The scene became even quieter, and everyone pricked up their ears.

Liu Hongwei and Peng Lidong in the audience both blushed with excitement when they heard Jiang Chen mention them.

Liu Hongwei laughed softly, "Haha, Lao Jiang still remembers it. Back in Jinling, his song "The Brother Who Sleeps on My Upper Bunk" really made Lao Peng and I cry for the whole night!"

Li Li whispered: "I was in the dormitory in Rongcheng at that time, and I cried too. Old Jiang has not forgotten us!"

The other students in the class looked at Liu Hongwei and others with envy, especially Liu Hongwei and Peng Lidong. Not only were they written into the song by Jiang Chen, but they were also written into the poem "Song of the Wine" which was destined to become a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation. It has also been sold for a sky-high price of 2.5 billion. It will be difficult for their names to be forgotten in the future.

Liu Yu sat quietly among the girls with a carefree smile on her face, but her heart was still aching.

A sound of guitar slowly floated up.

It spread over a dozen kilometers through the campus speakers!
Hundreds of thousands of people inside and outside the school heard it clearly.

The soothing music, like a yellowed old photo, brought back their memories.

Many people who understand music were full of admiration and praised Jiang Chen's guitar skills.

"Jiang Chen's guitar skills are underestimated."

"It's not just his guitar skills, Jiang Chen's musical abilities are all underestimated. Whether in pop music or classical music, Jiang Chen is already amazing, but he's overshadowed by his ancient poems and amazing calligraphy."

"The Central Conservatory of Music and other music schools are all vying for Jiang Chen!"

"This guitar has a sense of simplicity and simplicity, and it is really good to play."

“This song is great!”

……

Luo Sheng, Guo Haitao and others also looked at Jiang Chen expectantly and listened to Jiang Chen's guitar.

Jiang Chen's singing voice slowly began to sound.

"Will you remember it tomorrow?"

"The diary you wrote yesterday."

"Will you still be thinking about it tomorrow?"

"You used to be the one who loved to cry the most."

“The teachers can’t remember.”

"You who can't guess the question..."

“I just happened to be flipping through the photos.”

"I just remembered you, my deskmate..."

Jiang Chen's soothing and warm singing voice floated into everyone's ears, making hundreds of thousands of people inside and outside the school stop making any sound. They all pricked up their ears and listened to Jiang Chen's singing carefully, with some nostalgic smiles on their faces, as if they were thinking of some good memories. The number of viewers in the live broadcast room also increased to more than 18 million, and it was about to reach 20 million.

Many people in the live broadcast circle fell silent again after watching this. They had never expected that Jiang Chen’s popularity would be directly stabilized at the terrifying level of 10 to 20 million people online.

In this way, all other super anchors are far ahead of others.

When those super big anchors were still trying to get over 100,000 or 150,000 online viewers, Jiang Chen could easily have tens of millions of viewers online whenever he started broadcasting. The two were no longer on the same level.

Many people are imagining, if Jiang Chen, who is so popular, suddenly goes live to sell goods, how popular will it be? What kind of sales miracle will it create?
It’s a pity that they know that Jiang Chen would never switch to live streaming to sell goods.

Because, those who do live streaming to sell goods are purely for the purpose of making money by cutting leeks. If Jiang Chen wants money, then instead of giving away the wine, wouldn’t it be better for the deputy general to sell it himself?

Two and a half billion is enough for those top-tier anchors to make money for a long time.

Obviously, Jiang Chen has gotten rid of the low interest in money.

It is impossible to use money to impress Jiang Chen and let him sell goods through live streaming.

This made many people in the live streaming circle feel regretful. With such high popularity, they cannot sell goods through live streaming. It is simply a waste and a disgrace!

After all, the purpose of the Internet is to sell goods!

The most direct way to cash in on popularity is to sell goods.

Cutting leeks is the fastest way to make money.

However, for the live broadcast platform, they don’t care what Jiang Chen does, they only care about how much popularity Jiang Chen can maintain.

Li Yumin, Zhang Li and others were also present at the event, paying close attention to Jiang Chen's live broadcast. They saw that the number of people watching Jiang Chen's live broadcast in the morning reached 20 million, and was about to exceed 20 million again in the afternoon. They knew that when Jiang Chen started live broadcasting in the future, 20 million people might be the regular number of people watching online!
The barrage of comments in the live broadcast room kept flashing.

"Lao Jiang's songs are indeed heartfelt."

"It's a campus folk song. Isn't the song so warm? I love it!"

"I can't hold back my tears. My first love was my high school deskmate. We dated for a year and then broke up. I still miss her."

"My deskmate, when I heard Lao Jiang's singing, my whole body went numb and the memory could not be suppressed at all."

"Lao Jiang's folk songs are completely free of technique, they are all based on his heart, and are invincible!"

……

Jiang Chen's singing voice floated up.

"Who married a sentimental person like you?"

"Who read your diary?"

"Who put your long hair up..."

"Who made your wedding dress..."

That warm voice also carried a hint of regret and sadness.

"You were always so careful."

"Ask me to borrow half an eraser."

"You mentioned it accidentally."

"Like being with me..."

"The sky was always blue then..."

"The days always go by too slowly..."

"You always say graduation is a long way off."

"In the blink of an eye, we went our separate ways..."

"Whoever meets you who is sentimental."

"Who will comfort you who loves to cry..."

"Who has read the letter I wrote to you..."

"Who threw it to the wind..."

Jiang Chen's singing voice, like a sharp knife, cuts through the wall of everyone's memory, allowing the images deep in everyone's memory to constantly emerge.

Tears streamed down many people's cheeks.

Some people even burst into tears, attracting the attention of many people around them.

Professors and teachers from many universities were wiping away tears.

Huang Bo gently wiped the moisture off his cheeks and said with a wry smile: "Jiang Chen's singing is really unstoppable. I can't help but recall a lot of things. I'm getting old!"

When Huang Bo was in college, his first love was his deskmate, but they broke up after graduation, which was a regret he had buried deep in his memory. He thought he had almost forgotten it, but when he heard Jiang Chen's song, he realized that he had not forgotten it, but buried it deeper. Now that it was dug out, it became clearer, as if it happened yesterday.

Zhang Shuwen remained silent, and he also thought of something.

Student days...

Who doesn’t have a deskmate whom you can remember deeply?
Maybe there is no ambiguity, but there must be a deep impression.

Most of the classmates have some little ambiguity between them, which naturally leaves regrets.

A barrage of tearful comments also flashed across the live broadcast room.

"I burst into tears. I really couldn't hold it back!"

"The guy who slept on the bunk above me made me cry so hard, and now this classmate of mine, I can't hold back even more!"

"Hey, she's already a mother of two children."

"Woooooooo..."

……

There were more and more cries at the scene.

Jiang Chen's singing continued, ruthlessly wielding the sharp knife of memories at everyone.

"The old days are gone..."

"I will have my wife, too."

“I’ll show her the pictures, too.”

"Tell her about you, my deskmate..."

"Who married a sentimental person like you..."

"Who will comfort you who loves to cry..."

"Who put your long hair up..."

"Who made your wedding dress..."

"La la la..."

"La la la la..."

"La la la la..."

“La la la la…”

More and more people at the scene began to wipe away tears.

The sky gradually darkened.

Jiang Chen was sitting on the stage, surrounded by darkness. Only the stage was lit, and there were no lights around. This was done on purpose by Fang Xueyi, who wanted to make Jiang Chen more prominent.

Jiang Chen sat in the light, with a somewhat ethereal temperament.

He didn't pay attention to these things and just focused on singing.

"Who married a sentimental person like you?"

"Who will comfort you who loves to cry..."

"Who put your long hair up..."

"Who made your wedding dress......"

(End of this chapter)