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Although there are relatively few anime series, each one is of high definition and is not a pirated version from other websites! More importantly, there are no ads!
With a feeling of having discovered a treasure and wanting to let the whole world know, He Caihua quickly copied the URL of Bilibili and sent it to her own anime group:
[Everyone! I found a treasure website! All the dramas in it are genuine, without any advertisements! ! ! It is completely powered by love! ! ! Everyone, please go and support it! ]
[The pain of missing: 'Girl picking flowers' Have you also discovered this website? I just wanted to recommend it to my friends in the group, this website is really good. ]
[Three-second memory: I also learned about this website yesterday. My university was giving out dolls, and I got one.]
【Help me to block a cigarette: To be honest, I'm really afraid that Bilibili will die halfway. It costs a lot of money to run this website, right? The anime are all genuine, how can it maintain its income? 】
[Has my cat girl transformed? I have already submitted a suggestion to the suggestion mailbox of Bilibili. Please ask them to do some advertising. I am really afraid that they will starve to death.]
[He Caihua thought for a moment: The point of their promotion is that there are no ads. It is impossible to insert ads in the video. What we can do is to let more people know.]
[God, the well is empty: Why don’t we set up a group and help promote it together? I really don’t want to see this website die! ]
【agree. 】
【agree. 】
With the consent of more than 30 people in the group, a small group named "Bili Bili Support Team" was established to promote Bili Bili.
Although they felt that the publicity from these thirty people was insignificant, they really didn't want to see a good website go bankrupt.
Just when He Caihua was promoting Bilibili on Tieba and various forums.
My roommate Wang Hui walked in breathlessly.
"Huihui, you're back." He Caihua greeted her roommate when she saw her roommate coming back.
"Yeah, I'm back." Wang Hui took a deep breath, then noticed the doll on her roommate's desk and the website open on his laptop. "Eh? Have you entered Station B?"
"Huihui, you know about it too?" He Caihua was still planning to introduce it to her roommate.
Wang Hui smiled and said, "How could I not know? The founder of this website asked me to recruit 50 girls. That's too many requirements. He might as well just kill me."
"Hey hey hey!" He Caihua was shocked, "Huihui, you know the founder of Bilibili?! Really?"
"Why would I lie to you?" Seeing her roommate so excited, Wang Hui also felt proud. Then, as if she thought of something, she looked He Caihua up and down.
Ye Ge has a lot of requirements, such as height must be at least 165cm, outstanding appearance, long legs, and a B+ body.
Doesn’t my roommate fit the bill?
"If the sea could ~take away my sorrow~"
Just when Wang Hui was about to lure her roommate into the car, her cell phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, Wang Hui patted her roommate's perky back and said, "I'm going to answer the phone. I'll talk to you when I get back."
"Ci Ci~Why did you think of calling me?"
Wang Hui walked out of the dormitory and answered the phone.
On the other side, Yan Cici held her phone and said, "Huihui, do you know Bilibili?"
Wang Hui nodded: "Of course I know, what's the matter?"
Yan Cici: "Then you should also know about the high school dance event called Dancing Youth on Station B."
"Yeah, I know." Wang Hui responded.
Yan Cici: "I want you to do me a favor. This weekend, I want to submit a dance and post it on Bilibili. Can you help me record it?"
"Of course that's no problem. We are related."
Wang Hui was very happy to hear that her best friend was going to participate in the competition. She even anticipated that when her best friend's dance was posted on Bilibili, many college boys would exclaim "Goddess"!
"But then again, Cici, don't you always dislike participating in this kind of activities?" Wang Hui asked.
In my impression, Cici dances very well, but she has never danced in various art performances in high school.
"Huihui, do you still remember the fairy tale you told me?"
On the other end of the phone, Yan Cici, wearing a long summer dress, was walking on the campus.
"Which story?" Wang Hui felt that her best friend seemed to have changed a little, but she couldn't put it into words.
“Once upon a time, there were two toys, one was a music box girl, and the other was a building block knight.
Every time the girl's music box dances, there are many toys to watch.
The Brick Knight always praised the Music Box Girl, and the Music Box Girl was used to his praise. One day, the Music Box Girl even scolded him because his words of praise were always the same.
One day, the Brick Knight left.
She danced in front of the many toys, but felt like something was missing.
At this moment, she realized that Brick Knight was the whole meaning of her dance.”
"It seems there is such a story, but..." Wang Hui said halfway, and suddenly, her voice stopped. Wang Hui felt as if she understood something.
On the other end of the phone, Yan Cici had unknowingly arrived at the downstairs of Building 6 of the boys' dormitory. She looked up and saw the lighted balcony of 414.
“Now, the little girl in the music box just wants to dance desperately.
Even if he just looks back, that’s fine.”
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 120 Why does my junior leave when he sees me?
The Second Affiliated Hospital of Yuhang University School of Medicine has one of the best orthopedic departments in the province.
A gray-haired doctor is carefully looking at a photo of a young girl's left ankle.
The girl sitting in the wheelchair was not in a hurry and waited calmly for the doctor's diagnosis.
The doctor put down the CT scan and said with a smile, "Qingfeng, there is basically nothing wrong with your foot. The plaster can be removed today. You can try to walk during this period. It may be a little painful at first, but it's not a big deal."
Jiang Qingfeng nodded: "Then Grandpa Zhao, how long will it take for me to be able to dance?"
The old doctor thought for a while and said, "Rest mainly for the next two weeks. If nothing unexpected happens, you'll be fine in two weeks. But Qingfeng, you should be careful when you dance next time, so you don't break your bones again."
"I understand. Thank you, Grandpa Zhao." Jiang Qingfeng felt relieved knowing that she would be able to dance in two weeks.
"Take good care of yourself and ask me to say hello to your grandfather." The old doctor smiled.
Jiang Qingfeng smiled and said, "Okay, Grandpa Zhao, he's waiting for you to come over for tea."
Half an hour later, Jiang Qingfeng walked out of the hospital with the help of a middle-aged woman.
"Sister Sun, I want to try walking by myself." Jiang Qingfeng said to Sun Nan, who was responsible for taking care of her.
"But Miss, you just removed the plaster. Let me support you." Sun Nan was really afraid that his young lady would fall again and have an accident. He couldn't take the responsibility.
"It's okay. I'm not some ancient princess. I'm not that delicate." Jiang Qingfeng shook her head. "Don't worry. It's really okay."
"Okay then." Sun Nan stood aside, looking at his lady cautiously.
Jiang Qingfeng tried to walk on her own.
Jiang Qingfeng felt a little uncomfortable after not walking for more than two months.
But Jiang Qingfeng felt that he would recover soon.
Seeing Sun Nan's worried and frightened look, Jiang Qingfeng didn't force herself anymore. After walking a few steps, she let Sun Nan support her and walk, gradually getting used to it.
After helping his young lady into the car, Sun Nan drove back to Yuhang University.
As Jiang Qingfeng looked at the street scene receding outside the car window, melodious piano music came from the hem of her skirt.
Jiang Qingfeng answered the phone: "Hello, Editor Zhao."
"Hello, Miss Jiang, hello, I'm very sorry to bother you." Zhao Naipeng's tone was very polite on the other end of the phone.
Jiang Qingfeng: "What's the matter?"
"It's like this, Miss Jiang. We have already agreed on a time with Teacher Gou Ai. Teacher Gou Ai has agreed to come to Shanghai this weekend. We will meet this Sunday at 9 a.m. in the Copyright Department of Qiding Building. What do you think?" Zhao Naipeng said.
"No problem." Jiang Qingfeng nodded, "Please notify the contact person at Qinhan Entertainment to come along as well."
"Okay, okay, please rest assured, we will make all the arrangements." Zhao Naipeng quickly responded, "Then we won't bother you anymore."
Jiang Qingfeng put down his phone, but Zhao Naipeng didn't dare to hang up first. Jiang Qingfeng hung up the phone and took out a book from a storage compartment in the back seat - "Taoism, Ghosts, and Immortals".
This book is the first one to be published.
Jiang Qingfeng stroked the book cover he designed and couldn't help but say to himself, "What kind of author is it who can write a book like this?"
"Let me ask you first, you know music, right?"
In a small pavilion in the school, Ye Ge looked at Yuan Guoxue in front of him seriously.
Yuan Guoxue straightened her waist, and hummed with a very proud expression: "Of course, my family runs a recording studio."
"Then you can write lyrics, right?" Ye Ge asked again.
Yuan Guoxue pouted unhappily: "Ye Ge! I suspect you are looking down on me!"
"No, I just confirmed it." Ye Ge felt that Yuan Guoxue should not have any problem. After all, Yuan Guoxue was Sister Mei's daughter. She should understand music from what she saw and heard.
"What about your Japanese? Are you confident?" Ye Ge asked again, "You've only had one week of classes, right?"
"I've learned it before!" Yuan Guoxue, who had been questioned all the time, was like a little white rabbit with its fur standing on end, ready to bite someone.
"Ahem, that's fine." Ye Ge coughed a few times. "Next, I'll sing a song. It might sound a little hard to hear, but it's not a big problem. Please help me translate the song into Japanese and then write it on the song."
"Oh." Yuan Guoxue nodded.
Then Ye Ge began to sing the song that exploded the otaku dance circle a few years later.
Listening to Ye Ge singing, Yuan Guoxue was completely stunned.
Is it true that Ye Ge’s singing is so bad?
But fortunately, even though Ye Ge’s singing was mostly out of tune, his Japanese pronunciation was accurate, so there should be no problem in writing the lyrics.
But this made Yuan Guoxue even more confused.
How did Ye Ge write a Japanese song when he didn’t even understand Japanese?
And this song is pretty good!
Is he really a genius?
"Okay." Ye Ge sang over and over again, and Yuan Guoxue filled in the Japanese text.