Chapter 4

In the live broadcast square, the quick entrances to each live broadcast hall are arranged from top to bottom according to viewing value.

Perhaps because there are too many newcomers, the live broadcast halls opened this time are basically below C-level, and B-level and A-level halls are rare. This also makes the vast majority of viewers concentrate in those high-end halls.

After all, the higher the difficulty, the more enjoyable it is to watch.

Suddenly, someone saw a familiar novice-level copy somewhere near the middle.

【Decai Middle School】......?

Isn't it a D-level copy? Why is it ranked here?

——Is there an error in the sorting of the system?

The audience was confused.

Seeing this, some curious viewers couldn't wait to get in, ready to see with their own eyes what was going on.

After all, if the system sorting is not wrong...

Then there must be some variable in this D-level copy that suddenly increases the system's judgment on the viewing value of the entire copy.

This kind of thing doesn't happen every day!

The frightened anchors were crowded in the narrow corridor, like sardines stuffed into a can. After the old witch's voice fell, all eyes fell on the young man at the end of the corridor.

They looked confused, held their breath, and waited in fear.

Under the dim light, the corridor was narrow, and the green walls were peeling off, revealing black and gray stains.

The air was dead silent.

The atmosphere inside the 789326qwk live broadcast room is completely opposite to the outside world.

With the influx of viewers in other live broadcast rooms, the number of online viewers displayed in the live broadcast room is rising rapidly.

[Ding! The number of people online in the live broadcast room exceeded 1,000]

[Ding! The number of people online in the live broadcast room exceeded 2,000]

[Congratulations to the host for achieving this achievement: first time here!

Wow, the popularity in your live broadcast room is rising steadily, your high-quality live broadcast has attracted more viewers, and wavelet popularity is coming to your live broadcast room!]

[Ding! The number of people giving rewards in the live broadcast room has exceeded 50!]

[Congratulations to the anchor for achieving this achievement: a small gain!

Wow, more and more loyal fans are impressed by your charm. Please host to work hard and continue to work hard so that more people will be willing to open their wallets for you!】

"I came here from next door because I didn't expect this trainee teacher to be a host. I was shocked."

“+1 from next door”

"Ahhhhhhhh how did the anchor get into the NPC team? I'm so curious, please give me some extra lessons!"

"Where is the history replay for newbies? I can't find the homepage. Can anyone kindly give me some directions?"

"Don't bother with the front. Don't waste time. Anyway, this anchor is probably going to overturn soon hahahahahaha!"

"?"

"???Why? What happened?"

Immediately afterwards, more gloating "hahaha" flashed across the barrage.

Although the audience who just came in didn't know it, most of the other audience members had been watching from the beginning until now.

The dean didn't ask anyone to get the list at all. Wen Jianyan compiled it all, and the crumpled booklet is now in Wen Jianyan's pocket.

As for the "re-copied backup list", there is absolutely no such thing.

However, the important task of calling the names now fell on Wen Jianyan's shoulders - he either had to honestly say that he did not copy it at all, or he had to take out the booklet in his pocket and read it.

However, no matter what he chooses, it will contradict his initial lie and will definitely arouse suspicion.

And "doubt" is like water poured on a sandcastle, which can make lies that cannot withstand scrutiny fall apart.

This is the case in reality, let alone in the dungeon now.

With the old witch's temperament, it is absolutely impossible to let go of such an opportunity.

Once caught, this anchor who talks lies will definitely die.

It seems that this anchor's short but brilliant career is about to come to an end. Although he said it was a pity, most of the audience became more excited.

After all, when a car rolls over, of course the harder it rolls, the better it looks.

The entire corridor was shrouded in a suffocating silence.

Everyone's eyes fell on Wen Jianyan.

The tall woman with a voluptuous face turned slightly sideways, and a pair of small, vicious and dark eyes like a jackal looked through the slit on the side of her glasses. The glimmer of light in her eyes was like the sharp flash of a sharp blade in front of the guillotine one second before it fell.

Dim lights flickered overhead, and the light refracted at the edges of the slightly skewed lenses, blocking the expression in the young man's eyes.

His face looked pale and weak under the light, his lips pursed, and then calmly and slowly, he reached into his pocket bit by bit.

The audience in front of the screen subconsciously held their breath and greedily watched the anchor's every move.

Soon, Wen Jianyan took his fingers out of his pocket.

I saw a piece of white paper folded in four in his hand, as if it had been torn from a notebook. It was wrinkled, with irregular marks on the edges, and scrawled handwriting could be faintly seen on the side.

Wen Jianyan unfolded the paper.

The rustle of paper scraping sounded in the dead corridor, making one's heart beat faster.

"Jiang Ze."

The young man's voice sounded in the corridor, gentle and clear.

The audience in the live broadcast room was stunned.

"??Why did you read it?"

"What's going on? Is the anchor just trying to get away with making up stuff?"

After a few seconds of silence, a weak voice sounded from the end of the corridor and responded in a low voice:

"……arrive."

"Zhou Fangyuan."

"arrive."

Wen Jianyan read one name after another, and every time he read one, there would be a high or low response from the crowd.

There is absolutely no way this is made up.

What happened? Did he really copy it when the audience wasn't paying attention?

When did it happen? I have no memory at all!

As if to answer the doubts in the audience's minds, the camera in the live broadcast room moved, zoomed in, and zoomed in again.

Finally it fell on the piece of paper in Wen Jianyan's hand.

The creases on the white paper are still wrinkled and crumpled, with a few lines written in extremely sloppy handwriting:

【Onion, cabbage, garlic, pork, pepper

Remember to buy toothpaste and washing powder]

"..."

"..."

A dense "???" floated through the live broadcast room.

This, this is...

Shopping list???

Wen Jianyan lowered his head, stared at the few lines on the shopping list without changing his expression, and continued reading with great confidence.

"Zhao Runcheng."

"arrive."

"Fangke."

"arrive."

After realizing what happened, the barrage exploded.

"???The anchor has memorized the list!!"

"Damn it, what kind of memory is this! Do you have photographic memory?"

"Not necessarily, right? Maybe he had anticipated this, so he secretly memorized it or something. After all, there are only a dozen names."

"Aren't the people in front of you just talking? Isn't this more difficult? What level of prediction is this!"

Soon, except for Cheng Wei, who "did not enroll", everyone else completed the roll call.

The old witch stood there, narrowing her eyes and slowly looking around, and snorted from her nose. It was hard to tell whether she was satisfied or disappointed.
To be continued...