"Wow! I'm going to be bent."

"I'm wet with this voice and this look."

"Anchor, I want to have a monkey with you."

"What kind of monkey is born? The opposite sex is heresy, and the same sex is true love."

Seeing the pervert in the live broadcast room who appeared because of a joke, Wu Ze shuddered directly.

"You guys have enough, I'm just kidding. I'm scared of you like this."

Wu Ze just finished speaking, and for some reason a large group of fans flocked into the live broadcast room.

"The Liang family army inspected."

"The Liang family army inspected."

"The Liang family army inspected."

Seeing that the live broadcast room was instantly flooded, Wu Ze was slightly stunned.

"Liang Jiajun actually came to check the rounds, the people who came were not kind."

"Be careful on the anchor."

"Sit down and watch the fight, the melon seeds and watermelons are ready."

Looking at the private messages in the backstage of his live broadcast room, Wu Ze stared at the barrage in the live broadcast room without saying a word.

"What's wrong with you? I'm just here to see the newcomers, why don't I speak anymore?"

Looking at the only barrage in the live broadcast room, Wu Ze smiled slightly.

"You arranged the two anchors before? What should I call you? Brother Liang?"

As soon as Wu Ze finished speaking, Brother Liang’s fans in the live broadcast room started to browse the barrage.

"Why do you talk to Brother Liang? Who do you think you are?"

"Are all newcomers nowadays this quality?"

"Brother Liang takes care of you, you actually have this attitude?"

"What two anchors? What's the situation?"

"It must be made up by this little anchor, just to make a name for himself and take advantage of Brother Liang's popularity."

Seeing the overwhelming comments in the live broadcast room, Wu Ze directly blocked the barrage.

"What are you doing? It's just a netizen joking, so you won't be able to even make jokes, right?"

As Liang Jiajun finished speaking, Liang Jiajun's fans in the comment section also started to cheer.

"You can't even joke, you're a fool anchor."

"Brother Liang doesn't have to be polite to him. Let's go, don't support such newcomers."

Just when Wu Ze thought they would leave, Liang Jiajun spoke directly in the comment section.

"Although people don't like me, since I said I would like to support new people, I can't go back on my word. I don't know anything else, so I'll leave a pair of sand paintings."

As soon as Liang Jiajun finished speaking, Liang Jiajun's application for broadcast popped up in the backstage of Wu Ze's live broadcast room.

Wu Ze hesitated for a moment and accepted the application directly.

When the live broadcast room was divided into two halves, Wu Ze saw Liang Jiajun transferring the camera from the backstage to a backlit glass plate.

"Brother Liang is going to paint. Brother Liang hasn't painted for a long time, so I'm looking forward to it."

"I'm so lucky today, thanks to the ungrateful little anchor."

Seeing that Liang Jiajun was prepared, Wu Ze ignored the rhythm of the navy in the live broadcast room, but looked at Liang Jiajun's hand seriously.

On the slender and clean fingers, strands of fine sand fell from the fingertips.

"Brother Liang's sand paintings were taught by French sand painting masters when he was studying in France."

"No wonder it's so good-looking. Brother Liang's technique is really handsome."

"The colored sand used by Brother Liang is specially imported. Just a small box of ordinary colored sand is enough for ordinary people in China to earn a monthly salary."

"The little anchor is a little anchor, and he must have never been abroad."

Seeing the barrage in Liang Jiajun's live broadcast room, Wu Ze was slightly stunned.

I turned my head and looked at my room. There was nothing like colored sand that could be used to show off except for a guitar. I could only sigh helplessly.

Seeing Wu Ze, there was no reaction, Wu Ze's fans in the live broadcast room could only grit their teeth secretly.

"The male god thinks about a solution. Even if the other party has many fans, we can't just be crushed."

"Damn, this guy is here to protest, I can't stand it."

"Go together, it's endless, right? It's so bullying."

I saw a few people in my live broadcast room who were leading the rhythm just now appeared in the comment area, and I was directly overwhelmed without even a single wave.

Wu Ze flipped through the drawer in distress, and when he saw a pencil and a notebook, his eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised...

"Many people think that sand paintings are from abroad. In fact, the origin of this thing is in China. It is said that an old man in the capital gradually evolved from the traditional art cloisonné."

Seeing Wu Ze's frown loosening, fans in the live broadcast room became active in the comment section.

"China is the ancestor of art."

"I hate those fake foreigners the most. Do you know that China has been in the 5,000th year?"

"Grandson, come here to learn history, your ancestors have started classes."

Seeing his fans in the comment section Xiongqi, Wu Ze also had a confident smile on his face.

"Although I have never learned the craft of sand painting, I can still draw comics. It should take a long time to see Brother Liang's hand speed. I will draw some comics and I can pass the time."

After Wu Ze finished speaking, he bent the camera down and looked at the paper and pen on the desktop.

"At first glance, Brother Liang is a person who doesn't lack girlfriends, his hand speed is really slow."

"Brother Liang draws it with his waist, it will definitely be faster."

"Stop messing around, if you use your waist, Brother Liang can only draw one inch?"

Seeing the comment section getting dirty instantly, Wu Ze picked up a knife and kept slicing the pencil, and sharpened the pencil in less than half a minute.

"I don't know what to draw, so I'll draw a few protagonists. Drawing comics is very simple. Everyone in the live broadcast room will definitely be able to read it."

While Wu Ze said, he gently drew a few dotted lines on the blank back of the notebook with the tip of his pen.

"Actually, I didn't think about what to draw. We first determine the proportion and then draw a rough one."

As the pencil in Wu Ze's hand slides, a figure gradually appears on the paper.

"Learn to learn how to draw Brother Liang, right? You can't even take a pen."

"I have never learned to draw at first glance. You should check out the tutorials abroad."

"I actually said that Shahua belongs to China? Is it kicked in the head by a donkey?"

"Another idiot angry young man, the appraisal has been completed."

"Do you know what it means to learn from your strengths and weaknesses? Do you know what international friendship is?"

Ignoring the trolls in the comment section, Wu Ze just carefully drew the characters in his pen, and occasionally used the eraser on the side to erase the auxiliary lines.

"It is natural to learn from strengths and weaknesses, but you also need to know where your shortcomings are, right? I, apart from the treatment of ordinary people, no place is weaker than other countries, right?"

As Wu Ze finished speaking, the characters in his hand were also spent, a very ordinary cartoon character.

"The anchor is right, I am so magnificent that I am a great Chinese."

"It's okay to learn from strengths and weaknesses, but how can you learn from weaknesses and strengths? Foreign things are good?"

"This character has no characteristics. Although it is more exquisite than other comics, it's nothing?"

"The anchor sings, so it's good to watch it. Don't look forward to it too much."

Seeing that the comment section supported his friend, Wu Ze touched his nose.

"There is a reason why I draw this way. Add a bang and raise it up next to it. This is a character."

Wu Ze continued to draw while talking.

"Or directly turn into long hair, and it's another new person."

After Wu Ze finished speaking, he put down his pencil and looked at the live broadcast room.

"Damn, is this to use a character to support a comic?"

"Are the anchor sure he can't draw comics? So fierce?"

Just after Wu Ze finished painting, Liang Jiajun's sand painting was also completed.

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