Signed in for eight years, exposed by the school beauty's niece!

Su Qingcheng was stunned. She didn't believe it. Why didn't these people look at her when she was so beautiful? They must be hypocritical.

"Ahem, you must look at me today. The theme of today's live broadcast is to draw the most beautiful Chengcheng in your mind."

"I have received a lot of submissions. Let's take a good look at them later."

Su Qingcheng said, Lin Yao and Ren Yulu also became interested and looked at Su Qingcheng with curiosity.

Su Qingcheng kept it a secret at first, then secretly took out her notebook from Su Yuechan's room, turned on the computer, logged into the email, called up a group of photos, and projected the screen to the live broadcast room.

Su Qingcheng thought, anyway, it would take a long time for my sister to go to the special class for training. She usually stayed there and couldn't go home, so the computer was just sitting there, so I might as well requisition it.

And this "Draw the Most Beautiful Chengcheng" is also a special program she prepared. Judging from the number of submissions, she thinks her popularity is still no problem.

Thinking of this, Su Qingcheng sent a red envelope of 10,000 yuan in the live broadcast room, which was also a way to give back to fans, and then changed the title of the live broadcast room to the anchor sketch appreciation competition.

At this moment, nearly 10,000 viewers poured in.

Some of them just went out for a walk and came back. Although many people were scolding Su Qingcheng, they were just joking. After a while, they would come back. And a large part of them were attracted by the title of the live broadcast room and the red envelope.

Then, the popularity of the live broadcast room was still rising wildly, and the number of viewers was also soaring.

[Haha, I grabbed dozens of red envelopes. The anchor is generous and the anchor is the most beautiful! ]

[Su Qingcheng is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen! ]

[Draw your swords, everyone. I will protect the anchor. ]

[Anchor, I have submitted my work. I promise to draw you beautifully. ]

[Anchor, please turn the tables. Take a look at my work. 】

Su Qingcheng looked at the barrage, feeling relieved. Sure enough, there was nothing that a red envelope could not solve. But to be honest, this red envelope of 10,000 yuan was worth it.

"Well, let's take a look at the entry of contestant No. 1 now."

Su Qingcheng clicked on the first submission.

The title of this email is realistic.

"It's a bit interesting."

Su Qingcheng smiled, then opened the compressed package. There was a picture in it, which was a screenshot of Su Qingcheng pretending to be angry. Her puffy face looked quite cute.

"This should be a screenshot of my live broadcast room, but this picture is quite good. The copy picture below should be the picture drawn by the contestant himself, so let's open it and take a look."

Su Qingcheng opened the copy picture.

Copy picture: (╬￣皿￣)

This, the so-called copy picture is a string of angry symbols.

Su Qingcheng: "......"? ? ?

Su Qingcheng was stunned. Isn't this too perfunctory?

What the hell? Su Qingcheng couldn't help but scold this contestant.

"Please, can you respect the anchor? You said you were drawing me, so you should at least start drawing. Alas, there were red envelopes for good drawings, but it's a pity that this contestant didn't have a chance."

As he said that, Su Qingcheng dragged the folder directly into the Recycle Bin.

The live broadcast room was full of laughter.

[Haha, the anchor forcibly saved the situation. ]

[Got it, add a few more symbols next time. ]

[Anchor, can you respect the contestant? He worked hard to come up with the copy. I think there's nothing wrong with it. It's exactly the same as your photo? ]

[Haha, the anchor is jealous. Is it up to you to decide whether he draws well? Have you asked the audience? ]

Su Qingcheng coughed dryly, then adjusted the camera and chose the best angle to show her facial features in the best state. Then, she pouted her lips, acted cute, and took a screenshot with her mobile phone, and then projected the picture to the live broadcast room through the computer.

After looking at the photo and making sure there were no flaws, Su Qingcheng nodded with satisfaction.

"Well, this is me. You should draw according to this, otherwise I will flip the table directly, and this competition will be over."

"Also, the contestant just now has been eliminated. It is forbidden to re-vote, and the three words "I'm sorry" should be typed on the public screen, okay?"

The atmosphere in the live broadcast room was once again lively.

[Host, I just want to see you flip the table. ]

[Host Xiu'er, I want to seek justice for the contestant just now. You eliminated the perfect work directly? Ridiculous. ]

[Black curtain, it's better not to participate in this kind of competition! 】

[Don't be angry, host. Please watch the following works. I believe they will get better and better (dog head save life)]

SuQingcheng hesitated for a moment. With the previous experience, she didn't dare to imagine what kind of ghost she would be painted in the future. However, looking at the rising popularity and the rapidly scrolling barrage, she gritted her teeth and clicked on the second work.

Submission: ヽ(｀Д´)ﾉ︵ ┻━┻ ┻━┻

Su Qingcheng: "......"

Good guy, she really didn't disappoint, one picture after another is better than the other.

"What's wrong with you? I told you to draw with your hands, but you drew with your feet again."

"I'm so angry, I won't watch it anymore, I can't have fun anymore."

[I think it's good. I don't know what the anchor is angry about. Aren't you an entertainment anchor? Why do you care so much about your appearance?]

[I think the painting is very good. It's realistic. It's really realistic. It's exactly the same as the anchor's look when he was about to flip the table just now. How about that? ]

[Anchor, accept the reality, this painting is of you. ]

Su Qingcheng looked depressed. The competition had already died before it even started. It was all because of these audiences. They didn't cooperate at all and were always against her. Think about other people's fans, who all called her a fairy or a goddess.

As a result, when it came to her, hey... I really don't know how she got such a group of fans.

Lin Xuan and Ren Yulu were standing next to her, watching this scene, and couldn't help laughing.

"Haha, Sister Qingcheng, if it really doesn't work, you should ask your uncle to help."

"Yeah, at worst, let Lin Xuan play and sing a few songs. I am dying of laughter watching your live broadcast."

Su Qingcheng grabbed the waists of the two and said bitterly, "You two are not allowed to laugh. What's so funny?"

Lin Xuan and Ren Yulu also grabbed Su Qingcheng and rubbed her. The three girls started to fight in front of the audience in the live broadcast room.

[Hey, why don't you take off your coat when fighting?]

[Su Qingcheng, what are you doing? Where are your hands?]

[Beast, let go of those two girls, let me do it...]

[Xiaoxuan, Sister Lu, come on, beat Su Qingcheng until she cries, yes, beat her until she cries!]

......

At this time, Ye Qing came out of the kitchen with a plate of food. This was the dirty buns he had just made, as well as milk, chocolate, and cakes. He was planning to eat them while broadcasting live. As soon as he came out, he saw a few girls fighting. He quickly put the plate on the coffee table and went over to stop the fight.

Ye Qing held a child in each hand and pulled them back to their seats.