The daily life of a Buddhist substitute [Rebirth]

No matter how few viewers are left, Yan Min's live broadcast room is still managed.

According to international practice, such obviously premeditated and organized screen scrapers should be hacked out.

But this group of so-called "Qian Jiajun" didn't use barrage, and their speeches were all based on real money and rewards. They didn't break the rules or break the law, and they had to call the boss just for giving money.

The house manager was caught in a dilemma, and he was unwilling to offend the big benefactor for the little anchor, so he could only comment weakly: Pay attention to the barrage etiquette~

However, this barrage was submerged into the vast sea of ​​barrage and disappeared without a trace.

Yan Min lowered her hair and said a few words on WeChat, and more than a dozen announcements for swiping gifts quickly flashed across the screen.

No one in the group responded to him, Yan Min stared at the phone for a while, sighed secretly, put down the phone and turned his head to look at the screen dedicated to watching the bullet screen, hesitantly said, "Although I don't know why... Thank you for swiping So many presents."

The popularity in the upper right corner of the live broadcast room soared from 200 to four digits, Yan Min was embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

If it was placed a few days ago, he would definitely refuse to use cp in a righteous and stern manner. It is different now, Zhong Wei knows, and I don’t know why that brother A is still interacting with him on Weibo, which is enough. Take an ambiguous posture.

It is absolutely impossible to refuse. If Zhong Wei sees it, all previous efforts will be wasted. Although it is very immoral... But now he can only pretend to accept it calmly to flirt with Brother A.

... After the live broadcast is over, contact that brother A to explain clearly, after all, he doesn't want to lie to people's feelings.

The so-called lifting a rock to smash one's own foot probably means this, Amen.

"Thank you, thank you." Yan Min adjusted his mentality, "Thank you brother A and... the other friends, it was a waste of money."

Qian Jiajun, what kind of rustic support name... Yan Min complained silently, and opened the voting interface in the sound of Feidan Machinery's "good match, good match". The time limit is 3 minutes, and then decide what to play today."

When I came to vote, I felt that the options were not enough, so Yan Min changed the interface from the owned one to the mall, chose the stand-alone horror and suspense category, and picked nine names that seemed more interesting, "That's about it, Let's vote."

Yan Min went out to pour a glass of water, and after 3 minutes of voting, the vote was not the popular game he put in the first and second options, but a game called "Nightmare Kitchen" - which he used to count the number of voting options game.

Yan Min spoke in surprise, and clicked on the voting interface to check the details: "I thought you guys wanted to watch me play..." He froze for a moment.

In the voting details, the column of voting users of Nightmare Kitchen was dominated by IDs.

——Qian Jiajun xxx.

A missile sounded at the right time:

"If you don't want to watch anything else, just watch Mrs. A cook."

Yan Min: "..."

The [-]th-line anchor couldn't laugh or cry, he rubbed his eyebrows, willing to bet and bought "Nightmare Kitchen", "I think you may have misunderstood, I really can cook, but... the kitchen of stand-alone games is probably not real Let me cook."

"It doesn't matter to me, I can play anything," Yan Min chuckled, and while waiting for the download and installation, he unlocked the screen lock of his phone and joked, "Let me tell you first, I'm the anchor of a horror game, in case you get angry with the kitchen What kind of psychological shadow, irresponsible~"

[The host really knows how to cook? 】

[Brothers, the word virtuous is typed on the public screen]

[…Who are these people, are they too ky?Brushing so many inexplicable things and the housekeeper doesn't do anything? 】

[What the hell is Qian Jiajun? Which anchor's troll army? ? 】

[It is recommended that the previous few go to Weibo to see the excitement]

【AAAAAAAAAA】

【66666】

[No, the current cp dogs are so aboveboard? ? ? 】

[As we all know, the fact that the real master himself ends up engaging in CP is not called engaging in CP, it is called falling in love]

【nsdd】

【…………walk slowly】

Xia Yanzhou was also watching the barrage.

He just used a trumpet as an undercover agent to enter an ATM group that was built at some time—the group was on the verge of disbanding before that, but today, the boss personally left the field to distribute candy, cpf was revived on the spot, and the news in the group took 10 minutes 999+.

Originally, he was not interested in such fancy things in the Weibo group, but he happened to meet the announcement that Yan Min was about to start a live broadcast.

After a few fans in the group got together, they set up the matter of sending the Qian family army to the small tomato live broadcast room.

It's a beautiful name, give our brother A a whole big meal.

Brother A watched with black lines in his head as they posted screenshots of their modified Guazhan ID to the group, and silently closed the Weibo group.

……

After 10 minutes, I still couldn't hold back and opened the live broadcast room to watch.

It is true that he hasn't watched Yan Min's live broadcast for a long time, one is because he is busy, and the other is because...he is not interested in the game content of Yan Min's live broadcast.

Absolutely not because of fear, absolutely not!

When voting, he said something in the group, choose the one who cooks, I want to watch the little anchor cook.

Most of the CP fans are young girls, and there are many timid ones, so his proposal was affirmed. More than 1000 people canvassed votes while swiping the barrage, and the result was beyond doubt.

Unlike Yan Min's live broadcast room which became popular on Weibo for the first time, although there were many passers-by who came to watch this time, they basically came for the interaction between Brother A and him on Weibo, not to watch any games at all. , the purpose can be summed up in one sentence:

Eat melon, knock cp.

Yan Min responded to the barrage while operating the game: "...well, that Weibo account is mine."

He thought about it, and used He Yu as a shield for his impulsiveness: "I didn't follow him. A friend around me reminded me to read that Weibo. After seeing it, I replied."

The barrage needs to know more details, Yan Min didn't want to make up things, and he didn't want to explain too clearly so that Zhong Wei, who might be peeking at the screen, might notice something, so he brought the topic back to the game.

He looked at the dimly lit kitchen with only one candle and laughed, and said, "It's impossible to cook in this situation. It's inconvenient to do anything, so I said you may have chosen the wrong game."

Xia Yanzhou from 302 next door listened to the weird background sound in the game, and complained in a low voice. He wanted to turn off the live broadcast, but was reluctant, so he could only bite the bullet and watch it.

It didn't take long before he suddenly had an idea and sent a missile with his melon station number.

It has been half an hour since the broadcast started, and the crazy missiles have finally stopped, and Xia Yanzhou's one is particularly eye-catching.

The system mother read without fluctuation: "It's better to live stream and make supper."

[Ah ah ah ah ah brother A! ! !I knew you were spying! ! ! 】

【I fucked brother A took a group photo with me】

【Hahahaha, you really came out to tease Little Tomato】

[Rival in love, go away, Tomato is my wife——! ! 】

Xia Yanzhou's eyes were sharp, and he clearly caught the eye-catching bullet screen from the vast sea of ​​bullet screens. He snorted coldly and sent another wave of bullets.

@我不是Omega: Calling his wife, your number is gone.

【Brother A, I was wrong, dbq】

【……what is this?Public declaration of sovereignty? 】

[Brother A, Ning is the jealous king of Weibo? 】

【Knock me to death, knock me to death】

Yan Min's face was full of question marks.

The game Nightmare Kitchen was boring, and he lacked interest during the live broadcast. Although there were many viewers, no one discussed the game with him.

It stands to reason that for a game anchor to live broadcast a boring game so boring, it is already quite a failure.

Yan Min felt deeply ashamed, and decided to switch to the ones He Yu recommended for him starting tomorrow. At least the quality of the games is guaranteed, so that he won't be distracted by the live broadcast.

Maybe it can also attract the attention of the audience, killing two birds with one stone.

But tonight's live broadcast... can't go on.

Yan Min sighed, stared at the "live broadcast for supper" on the barrage for a while, then pressed the Nightmare Kitchen System button, hesitatingly said: "It's not impossible... There is still half an hour, if everyone really If you want to watch it...then I'll try live streaming on my mobile phone."

The barrage was instantly maxed out by all the 【Thoughts】.

Yan Min quit the game, changed the name of the room in the live broadcast room, studied how to use the mobile phone to live broadcast for a while, then turned off the live broadcast on the computer, and walked to the kitchen with the mobile phone.

The kitchen in his house is not open, Yan Min closed the door, and relaxed a little bit about the issue of privacy leakage.

But if you want to broadcast live on your mobile phone... you probably have to show your face.

Anyway, Zhong Wei has already discovered it, whatever.

Yan Min shook his head, fixed the phone on the cooking table, and poked the screen where he and most of the kitchen could be photographed.

The onlookers waiting in the live broadcast room were so bored that they began to guess whether the little anchor's secondary sexual characteristics were B or O.

Party O prevailed, Party B argued for it, and a small group of Party A was completely ignored.

[I bet 10 tomatoes, the little anchor must be Mei O]

[?That's not necessarily true. I think the little anchor has a very good figure, at least 178 or above. How can an ordinary O be so tall?Must be B]

[What if it's Xiaomei A... I just like Xiaomei A! 】

[Party A get out]

[Party A get out]

[Party A get out]

Xia Yanzhou was also discussing this issue with the friends of the Second Generation Ancestor.

Of course, Xia Yanzhou, the group of friends who are mainly discussing, is in charge of watching with cold eyes, whether to come out and pour two basins of cold water.

He opened WeChat, and naturally saw Yan Min's message in the group, but he didn't dare to reply now, for fear of leaking.

In case of losing the horse, it is not something that can be solved by a word of shame.

The second-generation ancestors are very interested in the little anchor in his mouth.

You must know who Xia Yanzhou is, Huanxia's most favored young master!After knowing each other for so many years, I have never heard that he cares so much about anyone other than his brother. It is not even true, let alone separated by a network cable.

Naturally, he was full of curiosity about this "little anchor" who came out of nowhere.

Zhou: @夏二少, do you know this little tomato?

Xia Xiaowan: I don't know.

Xia Xiaowan: It’s just netizens.

Lin: ...I don't know you and still do this?

Xiao: Is it actually a baby-faced boy, have you seen Er Shao?

summer:…………

Xia: @萧 shut up.

Xiao: QAQ is just a random guess, why are you so fierce.

Song: Take it down, you lucky E, you have never guessed anything with a 50% probability.

Xiao: I don't agree with this.Come on, come on, guess if the little anchor will show his face later, please eat if you lose.

Xiao: I bet!

Zhou: No.

Jiang: No

Lin: no

Song: no

Xiao: ...

Xiao: @夏二少, come here!

Xia Yanzhou knew how unlucky Xiao Chen was. Of course, he believed in his own judgment even more.

Yan Min is a reserved and shy person, and occasionally she would blush when talking to him, especially after being bitten by him...it's easier to be shy in front of him.

cough.

After live broadcasting for so long, I only show my chin. It doesn't make sense to show my face while cooking.

Xia Yanzhou touched his nose, and typed out two words quite confidently:

will not.

A few minutes later, Xia Yanzhou was dumbfounded.

The brothers who were still in the group chat made a voice call in order to better watch the live broadcast. Xia Yanzhou was also in it. He was thinking about how to talk to Yan Min about the topic of "sexual harassment" after the live broadcast was over, and he didn't pay attention to the screen in the live broadcast room. It came back on again.

Until Xiao Chen shouted with his soft and milky voice that seemed to have not finished changing: "Ah! It's started!!"

Xia Yanzhou looked up at the ipad, the big screen shook twice, and finally came into focus.

A beautiful and gentle face that he was very familiar with appeared in the center of the camera.

Yan Min smiled shallowly, seeming a little reserved: "Well... good evening, everyone. I don't know if this live broadcast will look... a bit strange."

Xia Yanzhou heard someone gasp in the voice.

The second generation ancestor surnamed Zhou suddenly came to his senses: "Fuck, so beautiful!"

Lin's surname echoed: "Yes, yes! It's my favorite type!!"

"Second Younger Second Younger, tell me quickly where you found the treasure, and introduce it to me quickly!"

"I'll introduce you to anything, of course I will introduce it to you!"

As the only Omega in the group, Xiao Chen sighed: "It looks like you are really an O, Second Young Master, I blamed you wrongly, so it's not that I'm looking for a partner, I'm looking for a sister."

"..." Xia Er Shao's face was dark, and he stared at the "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh can see me with my wife !!!" " There were sounds of beating from a few people in my ears.

He sneered, gritted his teeth and said, "Wife? You think beautifully, do I agree?!"

The author has something to say: Xiao Chen: Did you see that, if you want a young anchor to be your wife, you have to ask his good sister, our second young master.

Er Shao: ………

Pretending to be cool for a while, chasing his wife to the crematorium.