God level auxiliary system

"Fuck! What the hell is this!"

When the roommate saw it, his eyes were straightened, and he couldn't care less about the computer, so he quickly crawled over, "When did Teacher Ye start the live broadcast?"

"This is too mysterious!!"

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

"I wipe, is this fake?"

"how come"

"Miss Ye, you are too unkind. You ran to live broadcast not long after the class. This span is too big."

"I am convinced"

martial arts association.

A certain association member was watching the live broadcast at night, and the whole person was stunned:
"Fuck, why is this president?"

A group of martial arts enthusiasts.

The group leader spoke: "Hurry up, go to the Douxia platform, Mr. Ye is starting a live broadcast!!"

"Damn it, really?"

"Ms. Ye really started the live broadcast?"

"Quickly tell me, is it live teaching martial arts? I'll go and learn!"

The members were ecstatic.

The group leader was stunned for a moment, "Uh,,, this... Teacher Ye is not teaching martial arts live, but singing live. I can't explain this in a few words..."

The members were suddenly a little confused.

Sing? ? ?

……

In a certain bedroom, Boss Wang was watching the live broadcast. He was about to fall asleep, but the God of Songs wanted to reveal his true face, which excited Boss Wang. Lushan's true face, but when the camera moved up, Boss Wang was completely dumbfounded.

"I'll wipe it, I'll wipe it! This is really Dr. Ye, my day..."

Boss Wang didn't know how to describe it anymore. This incident broke through his psychological boundaries. Who the hell would have thought that the person next to him was actually such a freshman anchor.

Although in Boss Wang's mind, Dr. Ye is already awesome, and sometimes even plays the image of an expert, but he never expected that Dr. Ye can 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 to himself, Lao Liu never watched the live broadcast, so excited, he swiped all the light sticks under his hands.

Boss Wang is very distressed, this is the inventory he has saved for a month.

……

The whole news spread in Tsinghua's forum.

A group of night owl students who didn't sleep at night, all squeezed into the live broadcast room. Those who didn't watch the live broadcast before, just registered an account directly, just to come in and brush the barrage for Teacher Ye. miss...

Especially the students of the original medical department were tearful. After Teacher Ye left, they had to face old-fashioned and strict professors in the new school year, plus the revision of the new textbooks. The probability of semester completion is even several percentage points lower than before, which makes people want to stop.

"Miss Ye, I miss you so much!"

"Ms. Ye, the days without you are like the fear of being dominated by failure..."

"Miss Ye, how can you be so good, why don't you just come back and give us music lessons."

"Miss Ye, our art department of Tsinghua University needs you!"

"Ms. Ye, we also need you in the Art Department of Peking University!"

"Fuck you, Teacher Ye belongs to our Tsinghua University!"

A group of students from Tsinghua University and Peking University swiped their screens as soon as they came up.

Some of the dudes in the barrage were dumbfounded, "Stop talking nonsense, and pay Tsinghua University Art Department, Tsinghua University and Peking University per capita. Is the cultural quality of our live broadcast room so high?"

"You guys, what are you doing so fat? It's understandable that you guys are excited when you show your face. Why are you starting to forge diplomas? I even graduated from Oxford University!"

"Hey, it's too social. Some people who are watching the live broadcast now are so exaggerated. I am very serious. Brother, I graduated from college, and I must be above the average level..."

The students from Tsinghua University were not convinced.

"We are Tsinghua students."

"Why don't you believe me, do you want me to send you the admission certificate?"

Other barrage:

"Fuck, this group of people is not over yet!"

"Miss Ye, I am your martial arts fan, can you teach us martial arts live?"

"Miss Ye, Miss Ye, I am a medical intern, can you talk about medical skills?"

"Ms. Ye, I am your face fan..."

"Holy shit, God of Songs showed his face, why is there such a big commotion? I just checked the identity of Mr. Ye on the Internet, and now my mind is a little confused..."

"Me too, in the same chaos and chaos..."

Some people are getting confused.

In the mansion.

It was also messy, and there was Wang Tongda. He watched the live broadcast and finally knew the true face of the God of Songs. Quit smoking, if you don't smoke, your mind will be a little messed up, it will take time...

There are too many barrages in the entire live broadcast room, and they are refreshed crazily almost every second.

The background technology department of Douxia Company.

A bunch of technicians are going crazy.

"Fuck, the main thread is about to be overwhelmed!"

"Why are you still standing there, switch routes!" Brother Zhang was so anxious that sweat broke out on his face, and the number of bullet screens increased sharply again.

"Cut, cut... I can't cut it, the operation interface is stuck..." Xiao Li, the technician, wanted to cry but had no tears.

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

"Alright Brother Zhang."

Several technicians operated again, and after just a few minutes, it seemed like a big battle, and then they all breathed a sigh of relief, and it was finally resolved.

"This song god is too scary."

"What's the matter with Mr. Ye in this barrage? Where did he come from?"

"Ms. Ye, you don't even know, go to Baidu yourself." Said a technician who reads Weibo every day.

Brother Zhang was still a little scared, but now it has finally stabilized, and the surge in traffic has been controlled, "It's still my thinking that is not right, the bullet screen display system needs to be perfected, and there are still too many loopholes. gone."

"No, Brother Zhang, you have done a good job."

"Yes, if there is no brother Zhang this time, we don't know what to do."

Several other technicians said sincerely.

The door of the technical department was suddenly opened.

Sun Yanghui walked in angrily and asked for accountability, "What the hell is going on? Why is the data abnormally like this? Is it because the traffic has been secretly adjusted? Didn't I give you the quota at the beginning of the month? Some anchors need support and can increase their popularity. But there is no need to increase the entire platform by several million at once, no matter what you do, are you all pigs!!"

Several technicians looked at it and felt very wronged: "Director, this is really not our fault, we haven't had time to increase it, these millions of streams are all coming from the God of Songs live broadcast room..."

Sun Yanghui was stunned for a moment.