Become a loli idol

Chapter 195

After singing the part of the new song, Qiao Xinxin has finished the tasks set for today's live broadcast. After promising the audience that she will upload the dance video after the broadcast, she will officially download it.

Qiao Xinxin looked at the bottom of the computer and it was already 11:30, and uploaded the video with a new cover and name in the backstage of Station B.

Before she could watch the video a few more times, she saw the shrunken Weibo private message frame flickering at the bottom of the computer, reminding her that someone sent her a message on Weibo that had not been processed yet.

Qiao Xinxin glanced at the wechat message box that was still flashing, raised her eyebrows slightly but didn't move the mouse to click it, because she had a bad feeling.

Looking up at the homepage of Station B in front of him that hadn't been officially loaded, Qiao Xinxin struggled for two seconds, and finally clicked on the flashing information box.

Sure enough, the person who sent her a message is someone she doesn't really want to contact now...

I saw Shu Xunzhou's profile picture and the big V next to him in the top column of the Weibo private message box.

[Shu Xunzhou: What do you plan to start recording songs?I think we should set aside a period of time to discuss the opera part you reminded in the score. 】

Qiao Xinxin looked at what Shu Xunzhou said in the private message, her tone was full of business, not the kind of teasing or belittling she imagined.

But with his reaction, Qiao Xinxin felt relieved a lot. Although the master didn't discuss how the part she just sang was, she was still a little relieved.

After all, the master confirmed with her the time of recording the song again, no doubt telling her that he agrees with his song.

Thinking about it this way, Qiao Xinxin's uneasy mentality in the face of the great god is also less. She thinks about the audience's expectations and urging when she promotes the new song in the live broadcast room today, and is preparing to explain to Shu Xunzhou when recording the song tomorrow. Suddenly remembered one thing.

If she remembers correctly, it seems that she will officially start school tomorrow...

It seems that the time for recording the dance today was deliberately postponed to this time two days ago.

She almost forgot that she was already a prospective college student...

Qiao Xinxin thought to herself, and then deleted the "tomorrow" typed in the dialog box, and then changed it to "next Saturday" with some guilt.

Qiao Xinxin looked at the three words in the dialog box, and then looked at the meaning of Shu Xunzhou's words, and somehow felt that it was not good for him to delay the recording time for so long. What if he didn't have time in the sky?
Thinking about it, Qiao Xinxin became even more entangled. Thinking about the start of school tomorrow, it is impossible for her to ask for leave on the first day of school and not go to school, right?

The balance in Qiao Xinxin's heart was swinging from side to side, and finally she sent the "next Saturday" in the dialog box.

Compared with the time of recording songs, she feels that her first day of school is more important.

Shu Xunzhou replied to the message very quickly, because there was only a simple word of "good", without any reason or rejection, it was not within Qiao Xinxin's expected range at all.

Qiao Xinxin was sitting on the computer chair, looking at the Weibo dialog box in front of her, even her right hand holding the mouse began to sweat a little.

She really couldn't figure out what this boss was thinking! ?
Qiao Xinxin thought to herself, and replied with an "OK" expression, but she thought about it later, and finally sent her thoughts directly to her by mistake.

[Qiao Xinxin: Great God, aren't you in a hurry to record a song?Why do you still agree to my song recording arrangement for next Saturday? 】

Shu Xunzhou's reply speed was still very fast, as if he had been staring at the private message box on Weibo, replying every minute.

[Shu Xunzhou: Aren't you going to school on Monday? 】

Qiao Xinxin read the message sent by Shu Xunzhou again, so that he would not be embarrassed to ask the wrong question later.

This... How did the Great God know that she was going to school tomorrow? ? ?
Qiao Xinxin thought about it, and then replied him with a message full of surprise.

[Qiao Xinxin: How do you know? ? ? 】

She really didn't know how Shu Xunzhou knew that she was going to school tomorrow, and then repeatedly looked at the words she asked him for the first time just now, and then saw how Shu Xunzhou would tell him, Qiao Xinxin inexplicably felt like a big fool... …

[Shu Xunzhou: I will still read some hot topics on Weibo. 】

Qiao Xinxin: (｀⊿) I understand.

On the day she reported, she was recognized by her classmates in the school, and then they took a video and uploaded it to station B and Weibo. Even the piano music she played in the placement test was also recognized Some candidates who were waiting at the door were recorded.

In her live broadcast that night, many people saw the information on Weibo and Station B, so they came to her live broadcast room to ask, and she directly admitted it.

It seems that because of this incident, she became a freshman at Xinghai Academy, and along with that original piano piece, she was listed as a trending topic on Weibo.

From this point of view, it seems reasonable for him to know that she will go to school tomorrow from Weibo...

Qiao Xinxin thought about it, and looked at Shu Xunzhou's reply to her message, and finally chose not to talk about this embarrassing question, and replied directly.

[Qiao Xinxin: Alright ヾ(｀.ヾ), let’s record the song next Saturday. 】

After sending the message, she used the excuse that it was late today, saying that she was going to sleep and ended the chat between the two of them...

Qiao Xinxin seemed to be on the battlefield, and quickly closed the dialog box on Weibo.

She felt that if she had a few more conversations with Shu Xunzhou, her IQ would drop.

After the Weibo dialog box was deleted, it was covered by the page that popped up from Station B. Qiao Xinxin refreshed the page again. While waiting for the refresh, she glanced at the time on the bottom of the computer.

More than ten minutes have passed, I guess the score of the video will not be too bad, right?

Qiao Xinxin thought to herself, the page being refreshed on the computer screen immediately appeared in her sight as if confirming her thoughts.

The number of likes and coins is more than 90, and the number of forwarding and sharing is more than 70 million, and the number of views has reached more than 100 million.

A dance video had more than 100 million views in less than ten minutes. If Qiao Xinxin didn't deliberately brush the numbers, the number of views of Qiao Xinxin's video would be the same as that of the popular granny at station B.

She had already said when she downloaded the dance video that this dance video would be released on station B. Basically, viewers who watched Qiao Xinxin’s video in the live broadcast room would go to station B to squat after she downloaded it. Wait for Qiao Xinxin to post the video.

Qiao Xinxin refreshed the page again, but the number of playbacks on it only increased by tens of thousands. She frowned, because the difference between the number above and the task assigned by the system was not one or two points.

(End of this chapter)