My Hard-Working Skills Were Exposed, And The Police Asked Me To File For The Record

Chapter 6: The anchor doesn't need special effects anymore?

Liang Yuzhu froze for a moment, tilted his head, and looked at his father suspiciously.

Liang Shaoke continued to answer: "Let me ask you, how long has he practiced?"

Liang Yuzhu briefly recalled: "Almost... more than a month?"

Liang Shaoke chuckled: "Do you think a person, after more than a month of practice, can achieve the ability to throw a silver needle that has worn out the needle and penetrate the wooden board?"

"If this is the case, then the peerless martial arts in martial arts books will not be so difficult to practice."

"But the video..." Liang Yuzhu wanted to say something else.

Liang Shaoke raised his hand to stop him and said, "Now a new type of deception has emerged. The scammers use some means to change the video to whatever they want. Many people who have been scammed by scammers have been fooled."

"Okay, don't think too much, no one can do it." Liang Shaoke asked again.

Liang Yuzhu stood where he was, carefully pondering what his father said, and felt that it made sense.

As if... indeed.

Sure enough, I was too nervous...

In the final analysis, it was because I believed too much in my naked eyes that the authorities were deluded.

Liang Yuzhu, Liang Yuzhu, how can you be so innocent.

How can you believe it when you see it?

"Okay, go and study hard, don't watch these unnutritious live broadcasts all day long." Liang Shaoke changed his previous expression and said seriously.

Liang Yuzhu said "Oh", but then remembered something: "Dad, Xiao Yu asked me to go out for dinner tomorrow night. You can cook something yourself tomorrow night. I will go to review first."

As he spoke, he hurried to the room.

Seeing his daughter's frizzy character, Liang Shaoke sighed deeply.

This girl... really looks like him.

...

The next day, in the afternoon.

Fang Shu put her phone in her brother's room while she went to take a nap.

After so many days of live broadcasting, she has long been bored.

I even thought it was a live broadcast room for my brother.

Simply, give the live broadcast room to my brother, and go to sleep by myself, the best of both worlds.

Look at the number of people in the live broadcast room.

【Number of people online: 1034】

Compared to before, the number of people has increased a lot.

Of course, there are also those who come to watch Fang Hao flying needles through wood.

[When will the anchor start? 】

[I have analyzed the anchor's video, and it seems that there is nothing wrong with it, but there are a few frames where the anchor's hand seems to be moving. 】

[That is to say, is there really a problem with the protagonist? 】

Watching the barrage scrolling past, Fang Hao didn't bother to explain, so he simply practiced his own and ignored it.

He was still standing in the original position, with his palms arched, and two fingers tightly pinching a silver needle that hadn't worn off, but was also severely worn.

He closed his eyes, looking for the inexplicable and inexplicable feeling from yesterday.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and threw the silver needle in his hand towards the wooden board vigorously.

Whoosh!

Ding, buzzing.

This time, the silver needle did not go through the board but penetrated into it.

[Look, the anchor can't do this, so yesterday must have used tricks, or tricks we don't know about. 】

[Is it like what the anchor said, the silver needle needs to feel through the wood? 】

[I feel like a fart, I'm not ready for today, alas, it's over. 】

The barrage was surging in the live broadcast room, while Fang Hao stood still and thought.

Sure enough, the feeling of yesterday is not always possible, and needs to be explored slowly.

Thinking in this way, he picked up the silver needle that was out of needle used in yesterday's practice, held it in his hand, closed his eyes again, and relaxed his body and mind.

Breathing evenly, he silently felt the mysterious and mysterious feeling before.

After an unknown amount of time, Fang Hao raised his hand and threw out the silver needle in his hand.

Whoosh!

The silver needle in his hand still turned into a stream of light, and the sound of piercing through the air was even more obvious.

buzz buzz.

This time, only a faint sound came.

Fang Hao opened his eyes and stepped forward.

Looking at the silver needle trembling violently on the wooden board...

Fang Hao's mouth moved a few times, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Sure enough... that kind of mysterious, inexplicable, and unclear feeling cannot be achieved at will.

I still need to learn more and practice more, so that I can master that feeling one day earlier.

That feeling is really...too mysterious.

Fang Hao has a premonition, if he can really do it, master that feeling, and achieve it easily, then he can practice it himself!

[Yo, the anchor doesn't need special effects anymore? 】

[Hahaha, how can you talk like that, anchor, don’t listen to him, just throw yours away, and then use special effects secretly, we will pretend that we don’t know. 】

[Yes, yes, anchor, now we see that you are no longer interested in throwing silver needles, so hurry up and add special effects, and the wooden board has also been replaced, it is best to replace it with a steel plate. 】

[The upstairs is right, anchor, just do it! I have already thought of the title of the live broadcast room for you, the silver needle pierces the steel plate! starting today! 】

[Upstairs, something is wrong with you, copy it away, copy it away quickly! 】

[No way, sir, are you all arresting this broken car? 】