In this way, 500,000 can brush a thousand rockets, which is definitely a historic moment in Shark TV.
On Shark TV, there have also been big tyrants who have swiped thousands of rockets in the live broadcast room of a certain anchor, but after all, this situation is extremely rare.
Of course, that's not the point, the point is that no one would believe that a first-class trumpet would farm a thousand rockets.
If this sentence is a barrage issued by a local tyrant, then more than half of the people must choose to believe it.
However, Wu Liang was just scolded, even if he told the truth, no one would believe it.
Not only that, but even more crazy taunts.
"Get out, poor dog get out of the live broadcast room!"
"Don't jump, no matter how much you jump, you can't change the fact that you're a first-class trumpet dog!"
"I know all day long, you can't even brush a thousand fish balls, brush Nima rockets!"
Looking at these mockery, Wu Liang was angry and laughed.
He felt that these little trolls were too ridiculous, who clearly stipulated that watching the live broadcast must cost money?
And if you don't like the anchor, why should you give gifts?
There is too much negative energy in the live broadcast room, but Wu Liang's heart is relatively strong.
A group of little slings in life, scolded by the leader at work, became a keyboard player after work, vented in the live broadcast room, and brushed up on the sense of existence, which is really sad.
Wu Liang is glad that he is not brain-dead, if he continues to be scolded, then he will become an Internet troll.
In these years, everything depends on strength.
He does have to brush a thousand rockets next, but he won't brush them in this live broadcast room.
Time is pressing, there is no point in arguing any longer, it is already the last critical moment, Wu Liang feels a lot of pressure.
With a slight click, he exited the live broadcast room and continued to look for his favorite anchor.
When he withdrew, the trolls in the live broadcast room were still brushing wildly.
"Pretending to be a dog and leaving?
Haha, I was directly scared away. ” "Ignore him, I've seen a lot of this kind of trumpet dog."
"I remember his account ID, unless he changes his name, I'll keep spraying him to the end!"
"Everyone, don't argue, the boss of Xinghe is going to brush rockets again, sit back and wait to grab fish balls."
These Internet trolls will never be able to understand the pain in the heart of a loser.
The feeling of having money and nowhere to spend it is really embarrassing!
Wu Liang lay on the bed exhausted, looking loveless.
"Success is also a system, defeat is also a system!"
"Could it be that I, Wu Liang, am really going to be struck by lightning tonight?"
It was already eleven o'clock in the evening of the last day, and there was still an hour to go, and Wu Liang would be baptized by thunder and lightning.
The anchors on the homepage popularity list have all read it, and the popular anchors in the major sections have also watched it.
【Ding】 [There is still an hour before the mission deadline, please hurry up and write a suicide note] "Grass!
No, continue to struggle, all for the sake of the loser!
” Wu Liang sat up from the bed abruptly, then went to the refrigerator to get a can of Red Bull and lit a cigarette.
Red Bull plus smoke, mana boundless.
He was refreshed.
Wu Liang began to look for some small anchors, whether male or female, who are not very popular, or who have some potential, maybe they are his favorite anchors.
In short, he is a dead horse as a live horse doctor, in order not to be struck by lightning, but also to live.
Suddenly, he saw a small anchor in the Xingxiu section who looked familiar.
He took a closer look and found that it was the little nurse named Song Qianqian!
Wu Liang was shocked, Nima's world was too small, and he was able to meet Song Qianqian on the live broadcast platform.
This is definitely not wrong, because Song Qianqian's face is a standard melon seed face, not an Internet celebrity awl face, so it is easy to distinguish.
In particular, Song Qianqian's temperament is a little different, tall but not cold, giving people the feeling of a little girl next door, she will only sit there and sing quietly, without deliberately exposing it.
Wu Liang glanced at the popularity, and only more than 100 people watched.
Looking at Song Qianqian's dress, an ordinary home skirt, very casual and fresh, no legs or breasts, no wonder it can't be popular.
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"Girl, long legs are suitable for wearing a short skirt, this is not in the hospital, there is no need to wrap it so tightly."
Wu Liang stared at the live broadcast room, watching quietly.
I have to say that Song Qianqian sings well, but rarely communicates with the audience, which is also the reason why she is not popular.
Seeing this, Wu Liang understood why Song Qianqian had slight dark circles when he was working in the hospital, and it turned out that he didn't sleep until late on the live broadcast.
Immediately, he shook his head, feeling that Song Qianqian would not be popular if he continued to sing like this for two years.
After singing a song, Song Qianqian pursed his lips a little shyly, "That, it's not very good, I hope you can understand, the anchor is also an amateur." ” There are a few barrages below, most of which are encouraging her.
"Little sister, you sing so well."
"Nice, I thought of my first love again."
"Singing so well and looking so beautiful, why is the popularity so low."
"Goddess, rest early."
There are also people who are upset with Song Qianqian, thinking that Song Qianqian's conditions are good in all aspects, and it is a pity that his popularity is only a few hundred.
Song Qianqian saw these heart-warming barrages, smiled slightly, and said: "Thank you for your support, thank you for your company, thank you." ” Wu Liang looked at the sparse and pitiful barrage and sighed with some emotion.
The anchor industry is actually a pyramid, it seems to be hot, and the real fame and fortune are only a handful at the top of the tower.
Maybe he was sleepy, Song Qianqian reached out and gently covered his mouth and yawned.
I have to say that a girl with a temperament is so cute even with a yawn, like a kitten who only sleeps until she is woken up by her owner halfway.
Suddenly, Wu Liang suddenly came back to his senses.
"I still have the heart to watch the live broadcast, and I've watched it for so long, I'm about to be struck by lightning!"
There were only twenty minutes left before the end of the task, and Wu Liang was discouraged.
A strong wind also began to blow outside the window, the sky was overcast, there was no starlight, and not only that, but there was also rumbling thunder, but it had not yet landed on Wu Liang.
At this moment, Wu Liang had goosebumps all over his body, and he felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.
Are you really going to say goodbye to this world today?
I really don't want to leave like this, I haven't had time to marry a delicate and tender wife, and I haven't enjoyed all the glory and wealth!
I really don't want to die!
"No, since I can stay in Song Qianqian's live broadcast room for dozens of minutes and am still attracted by her, it means ......"
At this moment, the voice of the system tsundere sounded again.
【Ding】 [Heart Index: 5 stars] [Heartbeat: chest, legs, face, temperament, voice] "Holy!
It turned out to be her!
” Wu Liang was surprised, it turned out that Song Qianqian was his heartbeat anchor, is this fate?
I don't have time to think about it so much, the task has not been completed yet, and I still need to brush a thousand rockets in Song Qianqian's live broadcast room to complete the task.
At this time, Song Qianqian said in the live broadcast room: "That, it's not early, I'm going to sleep, everyone should rest early, see you tomorrow." ” Song Qianqian is about to go off the air, and he is waving.
Wu Liang is in a hurry, don't, my brother's life can be held in your hands.
The little hand shook, and a rocket floated out in the live broadcast room.
Song Qianqian frowned slightly, looked at the rocket in shock, and opened his small mouth into a 0-shape.
This is the first rocket she has received since she started the live broadcast for half a year, and she has not even received a plane before.
And in the live broadcast room, it was also lively in an instant.
"Local tyrant, the rocket continues to live." "666, there is finally a local tyrant in Qianqian."
"What kind of tyrant is this, a rocket is only 500 yuan, which is far behind."
Suddenly, another rocket.
This is a close second The third.
Fourth.
The fifth. …… In the blink of an eye, there were already a hundred.
Song Qianqian was stunned for an instant, she sat motionless in her chair, and was speechless in shock. 100 rockets are 50,000 yuan, and watching a live broadcast costs 50,000 yuan overnight, it's terrible!
The little fans in the live broadcast room were completely boiling.
"I obeyed the local tyrant, my fault!"
"Who is this man?
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Shark TV inexplicably has another local tyrant. ” "Shallow, you're going to be on fire!"
"Local tyrant, do you dare to come again?"
"More than a hundred rockets I eat!"
At this moment, Wu Liang smiled indifferently, "Go eat." ”