Feng Yin rushed into the classroom, nodded hurriedly with the other four big shots, and entered the classroom politely, preparing for class.
The four people at the door were reluctant to interrupt others, so they had to leave temporarily.
Go master Shuimusheng, his eyes were filled with smiles, obviously he understood Feng Yin’s little tricks.
But I don’t know what filter it was under, but the more he looked at Feng Yin, the more he liked him.
The four people left the classroom door and it was rare to part before they finished their meal. At Shuimusheng’s suggestion, the four people found an empty classroom and watched Feng Yin’s live broadcast.
“Is this right? What does the million-plus on this mean?”
“It seems to be the number of people.”
“So many people, look at this little girl?”
The four obviously didn’t know much about live broadcast, but the three cobblers beat Zhuge Liang, and the four of them slowly studied and understood.
In the live broadcast room at this time, Feng Yin is on the front camera.
The layout of the classroom is similar to that of the cooking class, except that the table is replaced with a desk with paper, ink, pen and inkstone on it.
Everything was as Feng Yin said. She did not reveal any information about Xu Mingshan. The sound of Xu Mingshan’s lecture could be heard in the live broadcast room, but the only picture was Feng Yin herself.
Feng Yin chose the desk at the end, and there was a wall behind her.
Next to Feng Yin was Zhang Boer, who followed him to take the class.
There are sixteen students in the entire classroom, including Zhang Boer and Feng Yin.
However, the fourteen people in the front are a little older, and some of their hair is gray.
But everyone looks very energetic, the kind of pension that looks very high as soon as they look.
Of course, this is Feng Yin’s inner complaint.
“Okay,