Chapter 8 The Anchor Is Under the Age of 18

Song Renping stopped talking, and his teachers also stared at him and didn't want to participate.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little embarrassing, Li Yunliang knew in his heart that everyone needed to find a step at this moment. Having made a decision, he said: "Mr. Song! The child is still young after all. I think it's okay to criticize a few words. We should still focus on education, supplemented by supervision and criticism. That's it! Let him go back first, and I will help later. Watch carefully, and try not to cause you trouble." Speaking of which, he turned to look at Zhang Yu, and said with a stern face, "Zhang Yu! Quickly admit your mistake to Teacher Song. I will go to class later. Pay attention to the lectures, and don't keep making trouble for the teacher."

When Zhang Yu heard this, he had to say, "I'm sorry, Teacher Song! Next time, I will pay more attention to the lectures and read more about physics and less about history."

When Song Renping heard this, he was not angry at all, and he didn't look at history. Do you admit that you were wrong? Do you admit that you are wrong? But when I think about what Li Yunliang meant, I now know that this Zhang Yu is not easy, so I should let him go first, and then talk about it later. Thinking of this, he nodded reluctantly, and said, "That's it!" At the same time, he waved his hand to make sure he couldn't see.

Seeing this, Zhang Yu said, "Goodbye, teachers! I'm going back now! I've taken this history book too!" After speaking, he picked up the history book and turned away without waiting for the other teachers to say anything. .

It was not until Zhang Yu left the classroom office and the door was closed again that Song Renping turned to Li Yunliang and said, "Mr. Li, what is the background of this child?"

The rest of the teachers also showed interest when they heard the words! They all looked at Li Yunliang.

"This..." Li Yunliang thought for a while, then smiled bitterly: "I don't know the leader in the middle, so it's inconvenient to comment! When there is a chance in the future, I will figure it out and let you know."

A small storm just passed.

Although the incident has passed, the follow-up story is far from over. The office gossip about a student has never stopped. Almost all teachers know that it is not easy to have a boy named Zhang Yu in class 12 a year. , the background is large.

The study pressure in high school is very high, especially in this kind of key high school, the study pressure is even greater. Students have to work almost all day, from morning to night, from white to dark, from sunrise to sunset, and study every moment.

Perhaps for those elite students, although the pressure of study is great, they can accept it after all, and they have become accustomed to this way of study and lifestyle. But for a person like Zhang Yu who is used to leisure, it is not so easy. After all, I don't understand what people are talking about. Compared with other people's hard writing, I just follow the soy sauce. Except for some subjects that need to be memorized by rote, for other subjects that need to go from elementary school to university, one by one, I have really become blind. Right now, if there is no one-on-one explanation between the teacher and myself , even if you have a memorable one, it's hard enough to learn.

After school in the afternoon, Zhang Yu hurried home...because there was still something to do. I bought two bags of instant noodles on the way, and I plan to fool around for a while.

Zhang Yu opened the door and saw that his mother Yu Meixiu was already at home. Feeling a little strange, he said, "Mom! Why are you back?" You must know that her mother works in a suburban garment factory and is the workshop director. When the production is off-season, it is not very early to come back. What's more, it's the peak production season, and sometimes it's normal to not come back once for ten days and a half months. At this moment, it should be the peak production season. Zhang Yu was a little surprised that his mother was at home at this time.

"Of course I don't worry about you! Isn't it your first day of school today?" Yu Meixiu stopped cooking and said with a concerned expression, "How is it! Is it going well?"

Zhang Yu put down the instant noodles in his hand and said, "It went well! Of course it went well. You don't even look at your son's popularity!"

Yu Meixiu said, "Then how is your teacher treating you?"

"Okay!" Zhang Yu nodded.

Dao: "Teacher is very good to me! The two sides exchanged opinions in a harmonious atmosphere, based on the principle of mutual respect and mutual sovereignty and independence. Regarding the major event of my joining the 12th class of the year, a comprehensive , multi-angle communication, and reached more consensus after the meeting. And verbally promised to take special care of me. By the way, Mom, is the meal ready, I'm hungry. "

"Nonsense!" Yu Meixiu smiled when she heard the words, and the worry in her heart disappeared: "It will be all right now! Just sit back and wait."

Yu Meixiu continued her work of cutting vegetables, but she felt a little strange in her heart. Since his son almost lost his life because of saving someone, his personality seems to have changed. Could it be that this person can change a little when he survives the hardship? In any case, since his son was ten years old and his dead father disappeared without a sound, the happy son has become silent, and seems to have no interest in anything. Looking at it now, it seems that the worst time is over. Thinking of this, Yu Meixiu's long-suppressed heart was gradually opened, and the speed of chopping vegetables was much faster than usual.

Zhang Yu returned to his room and turned on the computer. His important task now is to apply to the Feilong live broadcast platform to become an anchor.

Zhang Yu used to have an account on Feilong.com, but he was just an ordinary member. When he was about to apply to become an anchor, he ran into trouble. Although I already have an ID card, but I am under the age of 18, I cannot apply to become an anchor, and I am automatically rejected by the system.

This is how to do?

Zhang Yu pondered for a while, and quietly went to find out his mother's ID card. If he couldn't do it, he would use his mother's. No one stipulated that an older person could not be an anchor. Zhang Yu used his mother's ID card to apply again... The system is now under review.

Seeing this, Zhang Yu let out a sigh of relief. It can be seen that this website and its review standards are not so serious, and it is just a formality.

Zhang Yu got the anchor application, and then waited for the review and approval.

Yu Meixiu made Zhang Yu a lot of delicious food at night, which made Zhang Yu's appetite widen. As soon as two bowls of rice were eaten, Zhang Yu left home and returned to school.

In the evening self-study, Zhang Yu did not absorb the lessons of the day, and continued to go his own way, watching whatever he liked. Anyway, there are some subjects that I don't understand myself. It's better to pick useful ones first than to listen to thunder.

After the evening self-study, Zhang Yu returned home. His mother was no longer at home. Because of overtime work, he had to rush back to the work unit. Zhang Yu didn't do his homework anymore. If he said he didn't know how to write, it wouldn't be a waste of his mind. Instead, he turned on the computer in a hurry, and logged into the Feilong Video Live Broadcasting Network to take a look. The review has been passed. I did not expect that the review efficiency of Feilong.com is quite high.

Zhang Yu logged on to the website, downloaded a matching live broadcast software, and then had to debug it. He followed the live software tutorial on the Internet, and it didn't take long for the software to be debugged.

Zhang Yu started his first live broadcast... Speaking of Zhang Yu's live broadcast equipment, that is, the computer and peripherals, the configuration is really ordinary. The camera is the cheapest kind of miscellaneous brand, not to mention the pixel is not high, it is still blurry, neither has its own beauty, nor can it be brightened, and the resolution is also four to three. The microphone is not a condenser, it is a cheap desktop type, it looks a bit shabby, but the effect is not bad. But fortunately, there is an independent sound card, which is a good fortune in misfortune, not being shaved in the equipment.

Zhang Yu turned on the built-in recording function of the live broadcast software, and tried to talk about Xiaoao Jianghu, intending to see how it went.

Zhang Yu recorded it for about ten minutes, stopped recording, and listened to it for a while, and found that although he was speaking in a serious tone and could not pick out any major faults, it seemed that his words were too bland and meaningless.

This makes Zhang Yu very dissatisfied, this is simply scripted! A novel interpretation of this level, no matter how wonderful the story is, sounds inferior by three points.

But where is the problem? Zhang Yu was at a loss.

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