Quick Time Travel Plane Development 2.

[What? This person is a live streamer? Is this true?]

[It’s true. Go watch the live broadcast room called ‘Brother Xiangxiang will take you flying’. The anchor connected to this anchor is Brother Xiangxiang, who is also broadcasting live.]

[You are trying to step on the anchor to get ahead, right? You are willing to sacrifice your reputation just to get traffic. 】

[The first few were all agents of Brother Xiangxiang. No one knew this Brother Xiangxiang at first. They said right away that he was a host who came to mess up the show. Now everyone knows.]

[I went to check it out, and this guy is indeed live streaming. His live streaming room currently has only a few hundred fans, but the number of fans is increasing at the moment.]

[Anchor, he is here to step on you to get to the top, please cut off the connection immediately.]

The man on the line sat up straight after hearing the audience's comments, and smiled at the screen, "I let you see it. Yes, I am Brother Xiangxiang, but no one stipulates that anchors cannot watch other people's live broadcasts during live broadcasts.

The content of my live broadcast today is to expose the fake master. I have already informed my fans in advance. How can it be considered as stepping on others to get to the top? Don’t you think so? "

[This anchor is demonstrating what it means to be shameless. ]

[Anchor, please disconnect quickly, don't give him the opportunity to steal traffic. ]

[Hey, everyone, if you take it seriously, you are wrong. Is it possible that this Xiangxiang brother was also arranged by the master? ]

Hua Hua did not interrupt the conversation and watched Brother Xiang Xiang's performance patiently.

Brother Xiangxiang showed a proud look, "You all know it, so I won't pretend anymore. The sallow color on my face is caused by makeup. I will remove the makeup for you right now."

He reached out from outside the camera and took out a wet tissue, quickly wiping it on his face. Soon, the tissue became dirty and his true color was revealed.

Judging from his complexion, he doesn't look sick at all.

He wiped it with another tissue, turned his head and asked outside the camera, "Am I clean on my face?"

Someone off-camera answered, "Almost, there's just a little bit left on the chin."

Brother Xiangxiang changed the tissue and wiped his chin.

Then he turned back to the camera and said, "Just now the master said that I am sick. I am sick, chronic gastritis. I have already said it in my live broadcast room. The master 'calculated' that I have a stomach disease, right?"

[What do you mean by count? I don't know if my anchor has admitted it herself. She doesn't have an official certificate and is not a master. If she is not a master, what do you want her to count? ]

[Has Brother Xiangxiang not done his homework? Our anchor is a master, not a guru. He is a fake guru. Why are you exposing his fakery?]

【Hahaha, you are right. Two negatives equal a positive. You come to expose my fake master. Do you want to turn my master into a real master? Then we thank you.】

[One day I will see a host rushing to clear the name of Dashi. There is really nothing strange in the world. ]

[Hahahahaha, this live broadcast room is really interesting. All the fans must be black fans.]

Brother Xiangxiang really hasn't done much homework, he's just here to get some traffic.

There are too many people wearing masks and pretending to be ghosts and devils on various platforms. Those who followed the trend first benefited and gained a lot of followers, while those who were a step slower did not benefit much.

He checked and found that this live broadcast room was the first to wear a mask and pretend to be the City God. It gained a lot of followers and was showing signs of becoming popular, so he came.

Fortunately, the anchor chose to connect with him and gave him room to perform.

I didn't expect the audience in this live broadcast room to be like this. However, the embarrassment flashed by. Traffic should be used, what is face? It's money. He asked, "Master, you said I was sick, what disease is it?"

Yinghua said, "You have a mole on the back of your neck, and it's tending to get worse."

Brother Xiangxiang was stunned for a moment, then realized that he might have turned his head just now, revealing the mole on his neck. He personally gave the other party a chance to play, "We are all anchors, it's wrong for you to curse me like this."

Yinghua said, "If you don't remove the mole in time, you will get sick in a month." What she saw was that after hearing the bad news, Xiangxiang's parents rushed to the hospital to see him, but they had a car accident on the way and both died.

So she saved Brother Xiangxiang, which was equivalent to saving three people, and she gained even more merit by saving Brother Xiangxiang's parents.

Brother Xiangxiang was really angry this time, "I admit that I came here to take advantage of your traffic, but it's not very kind of you to curse me like this."

"Why would it cost to go to the hospital for a checkup? It's a good opportunity to get some traffic."

Brother Xiangxiang had to admit that the other party was right. He turned to joy and said, "Okay, I'll go to the hospital to register now. My live broadcast is on, everyone can go and watch it. Broadcaster, we are connected all the time."

"No need." Yinghua disconnected the connection.

The audience in the live broadcast room spoke up for Hua.

[Host, you are too generous. You gave the other party a chance to keep taking advantage of your traffic. ]

[Indeed, many people followed over there to see it.]

[How come you have forgotten again? This is all scripted, and connecting with Brother Xiangxiang is just part of the plot. Look, Brother Xiangxiang's diagnosis is that the mole must be removed.

Anyway, cutting off a mole on the back of the neck won’t cause any trouble, it’s a win-win situation.

[If you hadn't told me, I would have really forgotten. Hahahaha, I was really serious just now and was speaking up for the anchor. Boss, this script is not good. Let's change it.]

[I didn’t like this anchor at first, but now I like this live broadcast room a little bit. ]

Hua clicked on another connection.

The person connected was a woman in her forties or fifties, with a slightly tired look on her plump face. "Master, can you tell me if my son and daughter's horoscopes are compatible and if there is a marriage line between them?"

These words shocked the audience in the live broadcast room.

[What do you mean, she wants her son to marry her daughter, so her son is Fuxi and her daughter is Nuwa? ]

[What kind of thriller is this? Broadcaster, if you dare to act out this kind of script, your live broadcast room will be blocked. ]

The woman on the line also realized that she had said the wrong thing and hurriedly said, "Don't get me wrong, my son is an adopted son and has no blood relationship with my family."

[It's not good to be an adopted son. They have been siblings since childhood, and they are siblings in their minds. So isn't it incestuous for them to get married? ]

[Yes, what is the difference between this and raising a child bride? ]

[If I had raised him as a son since childhood, I would have felt disgusted. 】

"Listen to me, he is not a child son-in-law. My daughter was lost when she was young, and I later adopted this son. The two of them did not grow up together.

My daughter was just found and recognized. The two knew each other before my daughter recognized me. Because they knew each other, I was able to find my daughter. "

The woman on the line spoke in general terms, but her meaning was very clear. The wind direction in the live broadcast room took a sharp turn.

【congratulations. 】

[I thought this kind of thing was just a joke, but it turns out it really happened in real life. The elder sister was a good person and was rewarded for her kindness. She raised her adopted son, so when the adopted son grew up, he brought his biological daughter back home.]

Yinghua also said, "The two of them can get married." (End of this chapter)