Peerless prodigal system

Calculated in this way, 50 can earn [-] rockets. This is definitely a historic moment on Shark TV.

On Shark TV, there was once a big local tyrant who brushed thousands of rockets in the live broadcast room of a certain anchor, but after all, this situation is extremely rare.

Of course, all of this is not the point. The point is that no one would believe that a first-level trumpet would spawn a thousand rockets.

If this sentence is a barrage sent by a local tyrant, then more than half of the people must choose to believe it.

However, Wu Lianggang was bullied, even if he told the truth, no one would believe it.

Not only that, but even crazier ridicule.

"Get out, poor dog, get out of the studio!"

"Stop jumping, no matter how much you jump, it won't change the fact that you are a first-class small dog!"

"I know Kouhe all day long, you can't even bear to brush a thousand fish balls, brush Nima Rocket!"

Seeing these ridicules, Wu Liang laughed angrily.

He felt that these little trolls were too ridiculous. Who stipulated that watching the live broadcast must cost money?

Besides, why would you want to get a gift from a host you don't like?
There is too much negative energy in the live broadcast room, but Wu Liang's heart is stronger.

A group of little dicks in life, being scolded by the boss at work, working as a keyboard player after work, venting in the live broadcast room, and gaining a sense of presence, it is really sad.

Wu Liang is glad that he is not brain-dead, if the trolls continue to hate him, then he will become an internet troll.

These days, everything depends on strength.

He will indeed farm a thousand rockets in the future, but he will not farm in this live broadcast room.

Time was running out, and there was no point in arguing any longer. It was the last critical moment, and Wu Liang felt a lot of pressure.

He tapped lightly, exited the live broadcast room, and continued to look for his favorite anchor.

After he quit, the little trolls in the live broadcast room were still frantically swiping.

"Are you pretending to be a dog and leaving? Haha, you just got chased away."

"Don't pay attention to him, I've seen this kind of small dog a lot."

"I remember his account ID, unless he changes his name, I will keep spraying him to the end!"

"Everyone, stop arguing, Boss Xinghe is going to shoot rockets again, just wait and grab the fish balls."

These small Internet trolls will never understand the pain in the heart of being a prodigal son.

The feeling of having money but nowhere to spend it is really aggrieved!

Wu Liang was lying on the bed exhausted, looking hopeless.

"Success is also a system, and failure is also a system!"

"Will I, Wu Liang, really be struck by lightning tonight?"

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening on the last day, and there was one hour before Wu Liang would be baptized by thunder and lightning.

The anchors on the popularity list on the homepage have already been watched, and the popular anchors on the major sections have also been watched.

【Ding】

[There is still one hour before the end of the mission, please hurry up and write the suicide note]

"No, keep fighting, everything is for the prodigal!"

Wu Liang sat up from the bed suddenly, then went to the refrigerator to get a can of Red Bull, and lit a cigarette.

Red Bull plus smoke, the mana is boundless.He is refreshed.

Wu Liang began to look for some small anchors, male or female, who were not very popular, or who had some potential, maybe they were his favorite anchors.

In short, he is a dead horse as a living horse doctor, in order not to be struck by lightning, but also to survive.

Suddenly, he saw a young anchor in the star show 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 is too small to meet Song Qianqian on the live broadcast platform.

This is definitely not a mistake, because Song Qianqian's face is a standard oval face, not an Internet celebrity awl face, so it is easy to distinguish.

In particular, Song Qianqian's temperament is a bit different, tall but not cold, giving people the feeling of the little girl next door, who will only sit there and sing quietly, without deliberately exposing.

Wu Liang glanced at the popularity, only more than 100 people watched.

Look at Song Qianqian's dress again, the ordinary home skirt, very casual and fresh, if you don't show off deliberately, no wonder it won't be popular.

"Sister, long legs are suitable for wearing a short skirt. This is not in a hospital, so 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 she rarely communicates with the audience, which is why she is not very popular.

Seeing this, Wu Liang understood why Song Qianqian had slight dark circles under her eyes when she was working in the hospital.

Immediately, he shook his head, feeling that if Song Qianqian continued to sing like this, he would not be popular for two years.

After singing a song, Song Qianqian pursed her lips a little bit shyly, "That's not very good, I hope everyone can understand, the anchor is also an amateur."

There are a few bullet screens below, most of which are encouraging her.

"Miss, you sing really well."

"It sounds good, I think of my first love again."

"Singing so well and looking so pretty, why is her popularity so low?"

"Goddess, rest early."

There are also people who complain about Song Qianqian, thinking that Song Qianqian's conditions are good in all aspects, and it's a pity that his popularity is only a few hundred.

Seeing these heart-warming bullet screens, Song Qianqian smiled slightly and said, "Thank you for your support, thank you for your company, thank you everyone."

Wu Liang looked at the sparse and pitiful barrage, feeling a little emotional.

The industry of anchors is actually a pyramid. It seems to be hot, but the ones at the top of the tower are the ones who really gain both fame and fortune.

Perhaps because she was sleepy, Song Qianqian stretched out her hand to gently cover her mouth and yawned.

I have to say that a girl with temperament is so cute even when she yawns, like a kitten that sleeps until it is woken up by its owner.

Suddenly, Wu Liang 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 10 minutes left until the end of the mission, and Wu Liang was completely hopeless.

There was also a strong wind blowing outside the window, the sky was overcast with no stars, not only that, there was also rumbling thunder, but it hadn't landed on Wu Liang yet.

At this moment, Wu Liang had goose bumps all over his body, feeling like his scalp was tingling.

Is it really time to bid farewell to this world today?
I really don't want to leave like this, I haven't had time to marry a beautiful and tender wife, and I haven't enjoyed all the glory and wealth!

I really don't want to die!

"No, since I was able to stay in Song Qianqian's live broadcast room for a few 10 minutes and was still attracted by her, it means..."

At this moment, the arrogant voice of the system sounded again.

【Ding】

[Heart index: five stars]

[Patient points: body, face, temperament, voice, manner]

"Damn! It turned out to be her!"

Wu Liang was very surprised. It turned out that Song Qianqian was his favorite anchor. Is this fate?

There was no time to think so much, the task had not been completed yet, and one thousand rockets had to be collected in Song Qianqian's live broadcast room to complete the task.

At this time, Song Qianqian said in the live broadcast room: "Well, it's getting late, I'm going to bed, everyone should go to bed early, see you tomorrow."

Song Qianqian is about to download it, and she is waving her hand.

Wu Liang is in a hurry, don't, brother's life is in your hands.

With a shake of his little hand, a rocket floated out of the live broadcast room.

Song Qianqian frowned slightly, looked at Rocket in shock, her small mouth opened into a zero shape.

This is the first rocket she has received since she started the live broadcast for half a year. She has never received even a plane before.

And in the live broadcast room, it became lively in an instant.

"Local tycoon, the rocket continues its life."

"666, Qianqian finally has a rich man."

"What kind of local tyrant is this? A rocket is only 500 yuan, which is far from it."

Suddenly, another rocket.

Followed by
third frame.

The fourth frame.

Fifth frame.

……

In a blink of an eye, there were already a hundred.

Song Qianqian was stunned for a moment, she sat motionless on the chair, she was so shocked that she couldn't speak.

One hundred rockets costs 5 yuan, and watching a live broadcast costs [-] yuan overnight, which is terrible!
The little fans in the live broadcast room were completely excited.

"I gave in to the local tyrant, it's my fault!"

"Who is this person? Shark TV has an extra local tyrant for no reason."

"Qianqian, this is the rhythm of your fire!"

"Local tyrant, do you dare to have some more?"

"More than a hundred rockets, I'll eat shit!"

At this moment, Wu Liang smiled lightly, "Big breasted brother, go eat shit."