Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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As soon as he heard that the difficulty would be increased, his ears immediately pricked up. However, when he later heard that the question bank would be made public, Yan Han’s tense nerves relaxed a little.
Before he could completely relax, the host said, “But I just took a look at the question bank. Wow, we really put a lot of effort into planning for this competition. How many questions are there…”
“Twenty-nine thousand eight hundred questions… yes, nearly thirty thousand questions, and the semi-final will still be conducted by random selection…” When the host said this, he began to laugh and cry, and mourned for the fate of the contestants who would follow.
And Yan Han… almost burst into tears.
It seemed that the question setting method for the semi-finals and the finals would be the same as that for the preliminary round, with questions being randomly selected. This meant that everyone’s chances would be increased, and one question won’t determine life or death.
But no matter how many there were, they would be just a few out of nearly 30,000 questions…
What was the difference between this and not having a question bank!
It was not enough to complain now. After downloading the question bank from the URL sent to him by the backend, Yan Han finally understood why the billionaire plan recommended him to participate in this competition.
——The vast majority of questions in the question bank were knowledge points within the scope of high school!
If he took the time to understand these knowledge points, it would also help his academic performance…from the overall macro perspective of the three years of high school.
The Billionaire Plan should have taken this into consideration.
But in actual operation, they were still useless to Yan Han now. It was already very difficult for him to keep up with the current courses. How could they expect him to study the knowledge points that he had not yet even learned?
When Yan Han got hold of this question bank, all he could do was memorize it by rote.
If you don’t make it to the semi-finals, you can’t make it to the finals, and if you can’t make it to the finals, you can’t even get the lowest prize money.
For a rookie like him, getting through the preliminary round by cheating was just luck. If he wanted to pass the semi-final, he had to go through all these questions again.
Even twice or three times!
But the next match would be held in a month!
He was asked to finish 30,000 questions in one month, and he also had to go to school and prepare for the upcoming midterm exam during this period?!
Yan Han felt a little overwhelmed.
But he was determined, so he still downloaded the file and planned to find a typing and copying shop before going out tomorrow to get the question bank printed in paper form.
As for how much he could study later…he could only comfort himself and do what he could.
Anyway, the bonus here would only be paid out in one month, but tomorrow’s Street Dance King competition was already imminent.
It was already eleven o’clock when the game ended and Yan Han returned to his live broadcast room. The live broadcast room, which was usually deserted, was extremely lively at this time.
——The gaming anchor who just publicly declared that he wanted to be his top fan was now in his live broadcast room!
He also had a great time chatting with his fans!
….
Yan Han let them chat and finished the biology paper amidst those unbridled comments.
Then he glanced at the comments and saw that the host had not left yet.
Not only did he not leave, but he also…
Maowei Qing Fengdu: How can this live broadcast room be run without a dedicated person to take care of it? And there is no fan title? Is your anchor really doing a serious live broadcast?
Yan Han: …
Later, Yan Han’s die-hard fans explained to him a lot about their host’s Buddhist and “rough” nature.
Maowei Qing Fengdu: I roughly understand. It’s already this late and he’s still working on the questions. Your host is really too cute.
Yan Han: …
He almost choked on his own saliva. His die-hard fans actually agreed with Qing Fengdu’s statement and were proud of it…
Yan Han thought it would be better to just let them chat. He could take this time to wash up, recite some English, and go to bed.
Unexpectedly, just as he was about to stand up, his phone suddenly vibrated and a system prompt box appeared on the screen: Thank you user [Maowei Qing Fengdu] for rewarding the anchor with a piece of salmon! Anchor popularity +5000, fan intimacy +5000!
System prompt: When the fan intimacy reaches five thousand, the fan [Maowei Qing Fengdu] will be automatically upgraded to moderator.
Yan Han: ???
The moderators of Maowei had some powers, such as being able to mute ordinary-level fans, changing the color of the barrage they posted, and having their words remain at the top of the message board, etc.
It was VIP treatment prepared for fans who gave a lot of rewards.
Generally, anchors would set a threshold, but Yan Han had never set one. He thought Maowei thus defaulted to investing 5,000 yuan to become a moderator.
But Qing Fengdu invested so much in one go… What did he want to do? Just to be a moderator here?!
Yan Han was shocked by the other party’s rich behavior. He knew that many rich people would spend a lot of money on anchors. He also knew that as a game anchor with good traffic, the other party should not be short of money, but he shouldn’t spend money like this, right?
He received a lot of gifts during this period, but the others were still within the normal range, with the most being in the three digits. The only crazy one was the big brother who threw him two pieces of chicken breast…
Hmm… he didn’t know if he had had any problems during this period of time. Yan Han seemed to have not seen him for a long time.
Now Qing Fengdu had directly surpassed the brother with a string of numbers and had become the first, and had also become his moderator… This forced Yan Han to send him a private message.
Red Date Soy Milk: Brother? Did your hands slip?
Maowei Qing Fengdu quickly replied: No! I don’t pick up soap, why would my hands slip?
Red Date Soy Milk: …
Maowei Qing Fengdu: Didn’t I tell you that I want to be your die-hard fan? I really mean it!
Red Date Soy Milk: …Thank you.
Maowei Qing Fengdu: But it would be better for you to find a studio to help you manage things, such as helping to manage the fans. If I am doing live broadcasts, I can’t come to your place to play. Or you can promote two more moderators.
Red Date Soy Milk: Thank you for your concern.
The studio that Qing Fengdu mentioned had been sending private messages to Yan Han to advertise in the past two days. Yan Han had also specifically learned that if he cooperated with them, the other party would be responsible for helping him control comments and creating a good atmosphere during his live broadcast, and the studio would also give him a few points as compensation for all the gifts received.
This type of studio was almost an officially recognized standard on live streaming websites and was not an industry secret. Because there was really no free time to manage fans during live streaming, hiring a studio would be much more convenient.
But Yan Han thought about it and realized that his live broadcast was never the same as that of other anchors. He himself could not chat with fans while studying, so it seemed inappropriate to ask someone to manage fans’ messages.
He thought the live broadcast room was fine as it was now.
Yan Han politely declined Qing Fengdu’s proposal and told him his thoughts. He also said that there was no need for Qing Fengdu to perform the duties of moderator so as not to take up his time.
Qing Fengdu then replied: You are so interesting, I think I like you more! No, I must be your die-hard fan!
As soon as he sent this message, Yan Han’s phone vibrated again.
System prompt: Thank you user [314159] for giving the anchor a salmon! Anchor popularity +5000, fan intimacy +5000!
System prompt: When the fan intimacy reaches 10,000, the fan [314159] will be automatically upgraded to a moderator.
….
If an anchor on Maowei received a salmon, the news would be posted on the small loudspeaker of the entire site. Many fans saw the two messages and said that it was great to be rich. If they had money, they would also support the young lady in this way!
Only Yan Han was in a state of confusion. Five thousand yuan! It was almost enough for him to live for a semester! He received two five thousand yuan in one night. Was this going to make him rich?!
Besides, these big brothers had already invested more than 10,000 yuan, how could he be so worthy…
Although he didn’t want to have any relationship with people on the Internet other than live streaming and watching live broadcasts, they were his own moderators now, so Yan Han felt that he had to ask out of politeness.
He tapped the fan with that string of numbers just like he tapped Qing Fengdu, but the other party had always sent him gifts, so he didn’t think it was a slip of the hand, and he didn’t ask that question. He simply expressed his gratitude to the other party and explained to the other party that there was no need to spend so much money, that his live broadcast room didn’t actually need management, and told the other party to be sure not to spend time on this matter, etc.
Unfortunately, after sending a lot of messages, they all seemed to have fallen into the sea. The other party was clearly online, but Yan Han did not receive any reply.
He had also imagined what kind of person the other person would be…
Any kind was fine, as long as he was not one of those kids who stole money from their families to give gifts to anchors that appeared in news reports from time to time.
Yan Han thought to himself in amusement.
Although he subconsciously felt that it couldn’t be.
Half a day later, he had chatted with Qing Fengdu for a while and reviewed all the English texts he had memorized in the past two days. It was not until Yan Han was about to turn off the live broadcast and go to sleep that he received a reply from the other party.
314159: OK.
The author has something to say:
Yan Han: Excuse me, did your hand slip?
User 314159: Yeah, I want you to pick up the soap 😉
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Part of the live broadcast settings come from hearsay, and the rest are all my own imagination, which is very imaginary_(:3∠)_
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Yesterday, I modified the start time of the academic competition in Chapter 61, because I revised the text twice before posting the live broadcast of the competition, and I forgot to unify the time, which caused a small mistake. Sorry_(:3∠)_
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