I live in the wilderness of interstellar live broadcast

Chapter 33

As I said a long time ago, Qiguang’s live broadcast time in winter has been adjusted to [-]:[-] or [-]:[-] before going out every morning. Now at this time Qi Guang is sleeping soundly with his little chick in his arms. At most, I will show you highlights from previous live broadcasts. .

This is the benefit of the audience after Sai Wei became Qi Guang's agent, otherwise the screen would be black when Qi Guang was not on the live broadcast.

... ok.

There are past highlights to see...

Very good QAQ.

The bigwigs of the human race were aggrieved and clicked into the highlight clips. Some of them who hadn't played the live broadcast platform for many years even studied for a while and dragged their juniors to find the so-called "lower portal".

For example, the colorful hair boss who was in charge of hosting the meeting, with the help of the junior, clicked on the collection of clips, and looked at the dazzling collection and didn't know where to start.

In order to meet the different needs of different fans, Saiwei divided the live broadcast collection into several collections of clips of different styles, such as the face-friendly ones and the fluffy ones, so that viewers who click in can find their favorite style at a glance , grabbing the hearts of the audience from all angles.

But for the colorful hair boss, just the introduction of pikapika's lively collection gave him a bit of a headache.

How can he, an old man, understand the star network buzzwords of young people now? After looking around randomly, he embraced the mentality of "it's the mother star anyway", closed his eyes and blindly clicked on the third collection.

Well, if not, choose C.

No problem.

In fact, the colorful hair boss doesn't need to know whether the collection is for licking faces, eating, broadcasting, or fluffy. When he opened the video, the sound of gurgling water and cicadas came out, and he held back his emotions for an unknown amount of time. It erupted instantly, and the whole person squatted on the ground and cried like a fool.

Some kind of wonderful feeling that he can't say but does exist, makes him see, hear, and smell the fragrance of grass and trees at the tip of his nose, awakening the warm and sad feeling hidden in the depths of his blood, which seems to be called "home" remember.

Like a child who has been lost for many years and finally sees the smoke in his hometown from a distance, squatting in the familiar scenery with mixed feelings, crying out of breath.

But afterward, when the bigwigs of the human race held a second meeting, everyone insisted that they were emotionally stable when watching the live broadcast, and their eye circles were not red. How could they cry when they were so happy to find their home planet.

They were clearly smiling happily.

——Fortunately, no one broadcast the live broadcast on the spot, which saved the dignity of the bigwigs.

Now the only person in the audience who is not in the situation is probably Mr. Elvis who was innocently interviewed by the boss.

He is a cyborg, a young talent who honestly does business and contributes to the interstellar entertainment industry.

Suddenly, I was invited to drink tea by my father's elders, my elder elders, and a certain human race boss, and I almost stopped drinking.

God knows that he drank too much water, a semi-silicon base, and had to take it apart and dry it to avoid short-circuiting the internal wiring.

Yes, yes, yes, I know that you hugged me when I was a child, your face in the memory bank is extremely clear, and the fine lines at the corners of your eyes can be counted as one, two, three, four.

Yes yes yes, I know our company is doing well, but there is nothing big enough for you to congratulate yourself.

Hmmm, the newly signed anchor Yuying is very good, needless to say, I also think he will be popular in the stars without accident.

Ok?

Elvis paused for a moment, and the overheated core module revisited the conversation just now, and the eyes of the old man in front of him were wrong.

What does this person imply in his words, "Yuying is great", "Can you arrange for us to meet", "I'm really optimistic about Yuying", what does it mean?

"Cough." Elvis thought for a while and said, his tone was not very euphemistic, "Fengcheng is a regular company."

Not a pimp.

The old man understood in seconds. Thinking about what he said without knowing the inside story, it was indeed a bit ambiguous, so he couldn't help but waved his cane awkwardly, "Where are you thinking! I am that kind of person?! Did the kid owe you a pump?!"

Elvis didn't speak, but secretly expressed his inner thoughts with his eyes.

Well, the integrity of your human species.

After all, it is one of the few intelligent species that can estrus all year round.

They are serious machines that don't understand.

The old man knocked on the table with his cane, "Fart! I have a business looking for him!"

But it's not easy for him to explain things related to the earth to Elvis, a cyborg, even if Elvis' father is his nephew.

The saying that the hearts of people who are not of our race must be different is a wise saying handed down by the ancestors of the earth age.

Oh, what an embarrassment for an old man.

In that room, Elvis tried his best to fight wits and courage with the old fox in order to protect Yuying's chastity (bu). In this room, Qi Guang had a good night's sleep, and woke up feeling dazed and warm, and didn't want to leave the warm bed at all.

Today's quilt is extra warm and soft, unlike the previous days that would wake him up in the middle of the night - his kang construction skills are not very good, and the kang that was heated before going to bed can only keep warm for an hour or two, and when he wakes up early in the morning You can feel the cold through several layers of leather mattresses.

Qi Guang half-closed his eyes and looked at the gloomy room where he couldn't see clearly. If it wasn't for the system interface showing that it was already seven o'clock in the morning, the light would not be much different from midnight.

Warm and dim, I really want to close my eyes and go back to sleep, enjoying the warmth of the bed and the leisure of Maodong.

The so-called sleepless winter and March.

The three-layer wool blanket has a thick and reassuring weight, and the warmth in the arms is like putting a warm baby on it or hugging Mrs. Tang, warming from the heart to the whole body.

Qi Guang rubbed against the pillow, his mind still unable to turn around in the dark and sweet dreamland, until he felt the pillow in his arms move before he struggled out of his tiredness for a sliver of clarity.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw a lump of white fluff rubbing against his chest, his bright yellow mouth made a soft moaning sound, and Little Black Dou's eyes were half-opened and half-closed, looking sleepy, as if he had just woken up.

...It's Da Mao.

No wonder he always felt that he could smell the smell of vegetable soup, and he thought it was because he hadn't eaten dinner so he was hungry and hallucinated.

Squeezed together in the quilt with Da Mao, the chick's body temperature is higher than that of a human being, and being warm with each other is definitely warmer than Qi Guang wrapped in a wool blanket.

After a good night's sleep, Qi Guang didn't think much about Big Mao's crawling on the bed, and carried him out of the bed amidst Big Mao's flattering soft milk chirps, and flicked the two sticks of big hair.

"Jiujiu!" Big Mao jumped up and raised his little wings to protect the fur on his head. After all, the feathers are not as easy to grow back as the down feathers on the body.

However, his small short wings can touch his own small beak at most, and it is so difficult to hug his head.

And the consequence of struggling if he couldn't do it was that his center of gravity was unstable and rolled into a ball, rolling from Qi Guang's small single bed to under the bed.

Qi Guang was made to laugh for a few seconds, and the drowsiness quickly passed. Seeing that he had wasted another half an hour, he hurriedly got up to tidy up.

The woolen blanket wrapped in a spring roll had to be spread out and shaken vigorously before being folded up, and the sheepskin mattress had to be swept and shaken every day, lest the hair would be shriveled and not warm.

If the weather is sunny and sunny, it would be great if the bedding can be taken out to dry in the sun.

Qi Guang opened the sheepskin that sealed the window and looked out. It wasn't raining but there was no sun outside. The wind carried wet water vapor, it seemed to be raining and it seemed to be sunny. It was a common gloomy weather in southern winter. .

It seems that there is no hope of spreading the bedding today.

Qi Guang complained in his heart about the unreliable weather forecast system, and tremblingly, he added firewood to the fire with the smoldering sparks in the fireplace.

In the earthenware pot by the fireplace was the corn mush cooked last night, which had been frozen into a semi-solidified viscous shape overnight.

This is a method that Qi Guang learned from a friend from his hometown in the north. Pour finely ground cornmeal into boiling water and stir while pouring. Half a bowl of cornmeal can yield a pot of thick porridge-like paste.

Such a pot of corn paste can be eaten for two meals.Drink a warm bowl at night, add some water in the morning to heat up and eat as porridge with pickles, not too much but enough to fool an empty stomach.

While having breakfast, Qi Guang turned on [VX] and checked to see if Sai Wei had sent him any new messages.

Because they are separated by an unknown number of light-years, there is a time difference between him and Saiwei. Sometimes when Saiwei sends him a message, it is midnight on his side, and it often takes a while for him to reply to the past message. echo.

Sai Wei's new news is very brief, basically it is that their boss has a big elder who appreciates him and wants to chat with him (just chat with no special meaning), and if he agrees, Sai Wei will give him the communication number.

Immediately afterwards, Sai Wei followed up with another sentence [it’s okay to disagree, it’s not a big deal. 】

Their Fengcheng is a serious company, and they don't do pimping.

Even if it was a direct order from the big boss Elvis, Saiwei sent the news to Qi Guang after he had a table with Elvis first.

100% pure chatting, the big boss, the big elder, a couple in their [-]s and [-]s, full of beautiful children and grandchildren, is still a straight man like a steel pipe in the open interstellar world.

Without even thinking about it, Qi Guang replied "No", the establishment of social barriers is as stable as a rock.

Da Mao was pecking at the corn kernels next to him to eat. When he was a child, the chick had to eat the mashed corn that was ground by Qi Guang. Now the chick has been able to skillfully eat the corn kernels in his small bowl one by one, click Kacha crushed the corn kernels with the serrations on the edge of the small pointed mouth, and then leaned back to swallow them.

Eat a lot to grow fast.

Qi Guanghuan made gestures with Da Mao's belly, and was satisfied to find that there was a circle of flesh growing on Da Mao's belly, no wonder it felt much softer when pinched.

After eating breakfast and feeding the chicks, and making tortillas for lunch, Qi Guang put on his newly made leather jacket—a miscellaneous wool jacket made of leftovers of deerskin, sheepskin, pigskin, and rabbit skin, and bent over with difficulty. Put on the rabbit fur shoes for going out.

The first time Qi Guang made shoes, he couldn't grasp the size well. He tried to make them bigger and not smaller, but the result was that they were too big to wear.

The scarf is long and long enough to wrap around the whole head. Ugly is better than being woven for warmth.

After confirming that he was wrapped tightly enough to go out without being blinded by the cold wind, Qi Guang opened the system interface and started today's live broadcast.

coming! ! !

Seeing the black screen interface jumping, and the moment the screen appeared, the researchers and human race bosses who had been squatting in the live broadcast room for a few seconds were refreshed.

"Quick! Go and call Professor Meng!"

The researchers pushed me and pushed you, pushing the youngest one to tell Professor Meng, who couldn't hold on anymore, to go to rest first, his eyes couldn't bear to move away from the light screen for half a second, and some even directly switched from the light screen mode to consciousness mode, you can lie down and enjoy a full range of earth-real experience.

"Good morning, everyone." Qi Guang didn't notice that there were a hundred or so unusual viewers in the live broadcast room - his daily audience can reach five figures now, and one or two hundred people dotted on the odds not obvious.

[Morning Yingying! 】

【Wake up at the same time as Yingying today】

[Lie in bed and enjoy Yingying's good morning, be happy! 】

The viewers who actively responded to Yingying's good morning didn't notice that there were so many newcomers who chatted with Yuying about today's live broadcast arrangements.

【Where is Yingying going today?Do you want to go to the beach? 】

[The sea in the cold season!I really want to see it! 】

[I want Yingying to go to the river. Yesterday, Yingying fried chicken by the river for a moment. 】

【I also!Moreover, the dead trees and cold water in the cold season are super artistic, and a piece of it is a light screen desktop. 】

[I don't ask for anything else... Can Yingying go back later today, the sunset a few days ago was so beautiful, I really want to watch QAQ again. 】

"Well, I won't go there today." Qi Guang had already thought about what he was going to do today, and opened the door while responding to the words in the barrage.

"We're going to go bird watching today."

The sky was bright outside the door, Qi Guang squinted his eyes to get used to the sudden light, and looked down at Da Mao who followed step by step to the door.

Da Maomeng looked at him tweetingly, and Little Heidou's eyes were full of longing to go out.

Look at me, look at me.

"Take a good look at the house." Qi Guang patted Da Mao on the head, and mercilessly shut him in the door.

A chick with no down and feathers to keep warm will go out, and whoever will pay for his (floating in the sky) eggs if it freezes.

"Meow-"

"Coincidentally" the passing cat stood up and pawed at the fence in front of the light gate with its paws, and mercilessly made a mocking sound.

The author has something to say:

It's not that fast to go back to the interstellar world, take your time, don't worry about the chick cubs not turning into humans yet.