Time was pressing, and Wu Liang chose to fight again.
He would rather ten girls die of exhaustion in one night than be killed by thunder.
So far, there are only two hours left until the mission ends!
Wu Liang was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, and kept clicking on the live broadcast room with both hands, changing one after another, but the system prompts were not the exciting anchors he was looking for.
What's the matter?
The average person simply can't appreciate this sense of urgency, and this sense of powerlessness that money can't be spent.
"Is it so hard to want to spend it these days?
Isn't there an anchor who can arouse my desire to spend?
I really want to spend money and want to lose!
God give me a chance!
” Wu Liang inadvertently sent out such a barrage in a popular live broadcast room, which happened to be the "Chen Xiaomei" live broadcast room who likes to dress revealingly.
It was originally an unintentional move, purely complaining, after all, the barrage is used to complain, and he didn't have the slightest sense of abuse.
However, just because of this sentence, it attracted the ridicule of thousands of keyboard warriors, and they went crazy with rhythm in the live broadcast room.
"The first-class trumpet dares to speak out?"
"Shark TV is getting more and more rubbish, and the first-class trumpet dares to pretend to be forced!"
"The first-level trolls brush their presence here, get out of Shark TV!"
"Wouldn't it be nice to eat instant noodles at home quietly?
Do you want to come to my young lady's live broadcast room with rhythm?
” "!
Send you a spiral grass, get out of the live broadcast room!
” In the face of the screen full of insults, ridicule and crazy rhythm, Wu Liang secretly wondered: Huaxia's Internet trolls are really a group of creatures that are stronger than the combat effectiveness of the chengguan, and they are admired.
So, he responded: "Why doesn't anyone believe me when I tell the truth?"
” To tell the truth, he really didn't mean to pretend to be forced in this sentence, no matter whether others thought he was pretending to be forced or not, he told the truth from the bottom of his heart anyway.
He does have 500,000 yuan and no place to spend, it's too difficult to find a heart-warming anchor, and it's too difficult for him to lose!
However, in the eyes of Internet trolls, what is real must be logical?
Inexistent!
Sure enough, as soon as Wu Liang sent out this barrage, it attracted another wave of anger.
Maybe Wu Liang's account name is too annoying, after all, he gave a name like "It's okay to watch live broadcasts for free", which made the anger even greater.
"A small dog who watches the live broadcast for free, hurry up and go home and do your homework!"
"Turtle son, when will you pay me the money you owe?
Don't pretend to be forced, pay back the money quickly!
” "Li Yang, I know it's you, the foreman called you to move bricks."
Speechless, even the names of the people made up popped out, Wu Liang could only sigh that the combat effectiveness of this group of trolls was too strong, and it was all a routine.
However, his emotions are not too excited, and if he has to meet the Internet trolls, then he is too cheap.
That's it, completing the task is the key, and the most urgent task now is to find the anchor of your heartbeat.
This popular anchor called "Chen Xiaomei" has also seen it before, and the heart rate is only two stars, so it is definitely not the object of the task.
As for the trolls in the live broadcast room, he didn't bother to scold them anymore, and the little trolls were all small slings, and they couldn't get on the stage, so it didn't make sense to scold them again.
However, just as Wu Liang was about to exit the live broadcast room, he found that ten rockets were floating by.
Ten rockets are not unusual in Wu Liang's opinion, what is unusual is the name of the account.
In order to scare Wu Liang, a local tyrant changed his original name to "first-class trumpet dog, come and kneel and lick".
In an instant, the live broadcast room exploded!
Some little trolls hurriedly knelt down and licked the local tyrant, echoing a certain local tyrant and continuing to spray Wu Liang.
"Damn, looking at the avatar, it's a galactic tyrant, it's really rich!"
"Damn, let's do human flesh together and find out that first-class small dog."
"Garbage poor dog, your local tyrant grandfather brushed rockets, you brushed too!"
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"That first-class dog, come out and be sprayed!"
"If you don't have money, don't play live broadcasts, pretend to be your mother and sell batches!"
Cyber violence is really too serious, not to mention personal attacks, even moral kidnapping has come out.
Who says that you can't watch live broadcast for free, and it costs money to watch TV at home?
Wu Liang thinks that although money is something outside the body, if you don't arouse Lao Tzu's desire to consume, why should Lao Tzu give you a gift. was scolded by the trolls and greeted his family by the trolls, which made Wu Liang feel very unhappy!
Soon, the local tyrant brushed ten more rockets, and this time the female anchor couldn't be calm.
Originally, she was worried that there would be public opinion attacks, so she pretended not to know and ignored the quarrel in the live broadcast room.
But now that tyrant has swiped ten more rockets, which makes her let go.
"Thank you, Brother Xinghe, you can add my private WeChat."
"Brother Xinghe, don't pay attention to that first-class dog, it's just a poor sling silk who eats instant noodles."
"My true love fans, everyone remember the ID of this first-class dog, and I will see you once in the future, Oh, Mu, I love you."
As she spoke, the female anchor pursed her mouth and kissed the screen.
At this moment, the little slings in the live broadcast room are very excited.
And as soon as the local tyrant was happy, ten more rockets came.
There are a total of thirty rockets, and the local tyrants have already consumed fifteen thousand.
This made the little slings in the live broadcast room even more shocked and boiling.
"What a pride!
That's worth three months' salary!
” "Envy!
Eat one's heart out!
Hate!
With so much money, I'm going to die of hunger!
” "Galaxy boss is atmospheric, Galaxy boss is atmospheric!"
At this time, the female anchor was even more excited.
"Brother Xinghe, you must remember to add me on WeChat, there are small benefits."
The female anchor said.
As soon as these words came out, the little slings were envious again, and they only hated that they were not local tyrants.
This female anchor named "Chen Xiaomei" tasted the sweetness, and she found that the more she sprayed Wu Liang and licked the local tyrant, the more the local tyrant brushed her with rockets.
Next, she touted the local tyrant again, ridiculed Wu Liang, and the rhythm of the live broadcast room was brought up.
This female anchor started the crazy licking mode of local tyrants, and all kinds of coquettish and cute.
A sneer flashed in Wu Liang's heart, and then he sent a barrage.
"Is thirty rockets a lot?
May I ask everyone, how many rockets can be farmed by 500,000?
I'm not very good at math, so please help me do the math. ”