President's black and white little angel

"What you said makes sense, so you said it's appropriate for me to call him the first time I go?" Yili also felt that what the system said was that he might be just being polite, but it would be bad for him to call the other party directly, for sure It will be annoying.

"Let's go three or four times." So one person, one system made such a happy decision.

"By the way, what's the matter with this live broadcast task? I haven't asked you yet? Is it live broadcast every day or there is a time slot." Because I got up late in the morning, I had a chat with the system for a while, and I was delayed at the fitness club in the afternoon. It's time, it's already four or five o'clock in the afternoon, and he will have dinner in a while.

"It's like this, because the host is a newcomer, you only need to broadcast live twice a week, three times a week after one month, it will remain the same after three months, four times a week, and the host can get different levels with the dream level. The same item card, some items can be used in real life.” The system explained, but the system didn’t explain too much as to whether it can be used in real life.

"Of course, sometimes there will be accidents, that is, you will encounter hidden missions during the live broadcast. If you encounter them, you can draw a prize separately, and this kind of prize is different from the item card. The host will know when the time comes, but The probability of hidden missions is very small." The system didn't say, it's very small, not necessarily once in twenty times, and some anchors didn't even open hidden missions until they were unbound from the system.

Yili was dumbfounded when he heard that, only novels dare to write like this, and they can also bring props to reality, Yili is very interested in this.

"So I only need two live broadcasts next week, and the rest of the time is free to arrange?" Today happens to be Sunday, and tomorrow is Monday, which is next week.

And he still has a job. Yes, he is not considered a vagrant. Although he does not need to support himself, he does not want other people's handouts. He used to be a minor and couldn't do anything, but now it is different.

As for the money for him to go to the fitness club, it was the fund that his mother bought him from the moment he was born until he became an adult, and he is eighteen this year, so he naturally got the money, which is not a small sum.

Fortunately, his mother gave his fund to a reliable person, otherwise, his fund would not be in whose hands now, and it would not be in his hands anyway.

"Yes, the host, the time host arranges it by itself, it is best to be able to space it."

"Tuesday night, let's go to the gym tomorrow and try it on Tuesday night. If it's okay, the second live broadcast will be on Friday night. The rest of the time is in the gym. After all, I have to write manuscripts at night, and I can't save them. How much." Yili's eyes lit up, he was finally no longer alone, whether he was out or at home, even if it was a live broadcast, at least someone had a conversation with him.

"The host's arrangement is very reasonable." Before the live broadcast, Yili was an internet writer. This was suggested by a psychiatrist. At the beginning, let him go out and get in touch with the outside world, and then go to school when he can get in touch with people. It's okay to encounter some things, but he is a young man of seventeen or eighteen after all, it is impossible to do nothing, and he likes to read books, watch live broadcasts and novels, so the doctor suggested that he write and read.

So Yili arranged the approximate itinerary for the next week, and if there is anything, it can be changed in advance.

Yili wrote a manuscript of nearly [-] words the night before, and then went to bed and read a novel on the tablet for a while. After watching it for more than an hour, he watched a movie. He didn't fall asleep until after twelve o'clock at night. .

It seemed to be a good dream tonight, dreaming that there was a warm hand gently stroking his back, and something soft touched his forehead and the tip of his nose, that intimate feeling that he could remember even when he woke up.