Martial arts live room

Chapter 5 starts live!
Zhang Junbao dragged his sore body, sat down at the computer desk, and turned on the national treasure TV.

"Congratulations! You have become one of the many anchors of National Treasure TV. I hope you will find happiness in the live broadcast in the future!"

As soon as Zhang Junbao logged into his account, he received this text message on the site, and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

The first step of the novice mission... finally stepped out.

Of course, Zhang Junbao, who is already extremely sour, will naturally not live broadcast. Even if he wants to start the live broadcast, he will have to wait for his body to recover before doing the live broadcast.

However, now that he has his own live broadcast room, Zhang Junbao can choose his own live broadcast room type first.

There is no doubt that Zhang Junbao is the chosen type of outdoor live broadcast.

Of course, the current Zhang Junbao didn't choose to start the live broadcast. With his current body sour and refreshed, is it possible to live chat?

Zhang Junbao knows himself. Apart from being able to code and write, as well as the taijiquan he has mastered now, he is completely incompetent in other things.

Zhang Junbao set his anchor name as "Xu Huang" to pay tribute to the great god who created this martial arts revival system.

Then Zhang Junbao closed his live broadcast room page, planning to wait for himself to rest, and then to broadcast live at six or seven o'clock in the evening.

As for now...

Thinking about the little money left in his bank card, Zhang Junbao sighed faintly.

As a street writer, besides earning a meager fee for writing, what else can I do?

……

In the evening, Zhang Junbao woke up again.

Today, after he finished typing, he simply ate something and then fell into a deep sleep. He fell asleep until now.

"Huh? It's almost seven o'clock." Zhang Junbao checked the time on his phone and woke up immediately.

He got up from the bed, bounced on the bed, and found that the fatigue caused by the morning practice had disappeared.

"If this is the case, then I can start the live broadcast." Zhang Junbao didn't hesitate anymore, put on his clothes quickly, took the mobile phone and power bank data cable, and added the mobile phone holder he used before to support the mobile phone, and went out .

He was already ready, and as soon as he recovered, he would start live broadcasting in a small park outside.

He didn't want to procrastinate. For him, the sooner the live broadcast can start, the better, so that his popularity can reach [-] as soon as possible, and he can complete the novice task.

Zhang Junbao came to the small park this morning, still in that remote corner.

Although it was not as bright as in the morning, Zhang Junbao was not worried at all, because he knew that the street lights in this small park would be turned on at night, and it was very bright, even in Zhang Junbao's remote corner, it would not affect his sight.

Zhang Junbao enthusiastically logged into the live broadcast app that he had prepared to download a long time ago on his mobile phone, and logged into his own live broadcast room.

Now his live broadcast room does not have a name, Zhang Junbao thought about it, and wrote five words on the title of the live broadcast room.

"Martial arts studio!"

Well, I'm here to teach you all kinds of magical martial arts that only exist in martial arts novels, so it's not too much to call a martial arts live broadcast room!
After that, Zhang Junbao wrote such a paragraph in the details of the live broadcast.

"The martial arts live broadcast room will teach you how to become a master of martial arts!"

Well, Zhang Junbao, who is a street writer, is at a loss for words...

Zhang Junbao set up his mobile phone at a location where the camera could take pictures clearly, then walked to an open space and started the live broadcast.

Zhang Junbao has no live broadcast experience yet, so he doesn't know how to live broadcast at all. Although he is also an otaku who often watches live broadcasts, watching is different from doing.

He stood there, looking at the phone screen, embarrassed for a while, his hands didn't even know where to visit.

"Why does it have to be broadcast live?" Zhang Junbao, who was a little excited at the beginning, is now only embarrassed.

Even if there is no one around, even if there is no one in his live broadcast room now.

But he was embarrassed. Standing there, he felt uncomfortable. His face was even slightly flushed because of nervousness.

"Welcome everyone to my live broadcast room, I will teach you how to become a martial arts master!"

After stammering this sentence, Zhang Junbao didn't say any more, and directly started to practice the only martial art he has mastered so far - Taijiquan!

When you really don't know what to say, express your thoughts with actions.

That's what Zhang Junbao did.

It's just... It's a pity that no one knows what he said, because the number of viewers in his live broadcast room is 0 at this time.

Zhang Junbao practiced Tai Chi five times in a row, his whole face was covered with a thin trace of sweat, and the loose clothes he specially put on were slightly damp.

Then Zhang Junbao stopped and leaned in front of the phone. He wanted to know if anyone watched the Tai Chi he had practiced for so long, and if anyone paid attention to his live broadcast room.

After all, for him, every attention is the key to whether he can complete the novice task.

Zhang Junbao clicked on his live broadcast room and found that there were four messages.

Those were all bullet screens posted before, but Zhang Junbao was addicted to Taijiquan before and didn't see it, even if he saw it, he couldn't see it clearly, after all, the screen of the mobile phone is too small.

The message is as follows.

"Martial arts live broadcast room? He came in for his name."

"Wulin master? Are you living in a dream, anchor?"

"Is this Tai Chi?"

"Yo, you're doing well. This Tai Chi is similar to the Tai Chi my grandpa does."

What Zhang Junbao saw was that these were all speeches by the same person, that is to say, he spent more than ten minutes doing five sets of Taijiquan, and only one person saw it, and only one person was sending the barrage.

Zhang Junbao was a little disappointed, but at this time there was another barrage, and Zhang Junbao saw that it was still the same person.

[Brother Li loves to eat chicken]: "The anchor finally finished playing? I thought you would play for a long time without interacting with the audience."

Zhang Junbao was taken aback for a moment, as if it really was?The phone is so far away from him, he just couldn't do Tai Chi all over again while watching the barrage on the phone.

Zhang Junbao could only touch his head, and said to the phone camera: "I'm sorry, this is the first live broadcast, please forgive me."

[Brother Li loves to eat chicken]: "How many years has the anchor Tai Chi practiced? It looks pretty good. Can you get closer? I'll record it and show it to my grandpa. His old man likes to learn Tai Chi. I think you pretty good."

The corner of Zhang Junbao's mouth twitched slightly, and recorded it... for grandpa?

Brother, this is martial arts, not the old man's health-preserving skills!

But Zhang Junbao thought about it again, although this Taijiquan practice is to step into the martial arts, but it can also strengthen the body and prolong life if practiced by the elderly.

And...if the elderly can still advertise for me after practicing my Taijiquan and getting well!
Thinking of this, Zhang Junbao couldn't help smiling at the camera: "Okay, my Taijiquan was originally taught to you, so that everyone can step into the martial arts with this Taijiquan. If you practice it for the elderly, you can also Live longer."

(End of this chapter)