The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 107 Can I touch your trophy? (Thirteen)
Cen Mu looked at Gu Shi.

Gu Shi's gaze was still on his mobile phone, not knowing what he was tinkering with.Soon, he got it done and put his phone on the table.

The above is Cen Mu's live broadcast room.

The screen was vertical, and Cen Mu glanced at Gu Shi's id, a very serious name, pitiful to the public.

There were not many people in Cen Mu's live broadcast room. His memory was not bad, and he remembered most of them.And it's been a year, and the people who stayed have been watching him play DBD and other games since the very beginning.

If Cen Mu still can't remember like this, he must have seen a ghost.

Xueba's name, Cen Mu, can guarantee that he has never seen it before, so Xueba has never watched his live broadcast.

For some reason, Cen Mu breathed a sigh of relief.

Xueba's mobile phone actually has a software for watching live broadcasts, and it's the software of his live broadcast platform. It's frightening to death, but fortunately, fortunately, he didn't know about the usual ruin.

There are also daily jokes, chatting with the barrage... Hey, wait a minute, didn't Xueba say that his voice is not turned on?That is to say, even if Xueba was really watching his live broadcast, he would not be able to hear what he was saying.Just simply learn the technique!
Beautiful.

"Let's start." After Gu Shi adjusted, Gu Shi bent down and was at the same level as Cen Mu. His cold voice fell right next to Cen Mu's ear, and with a little warm breath, it sprayed on Cen Mu's ear.

Cen Mu felt a little itchy in his ears, so he ignored it, put on the headset, and said a few words.

There is no sound on the phone.

Cen Mu didn't believe in evil, he turned the volume of the phone to the maximum, and then tried again.

Still a silent game interface.

Sure enough... he didn't turn on the audio during the live broadcast!

A dumb anchor, no wonder his popularity hasn't risen.I can have the last little bit of popularity, I am really grateful to these technical fans!
Cen Mu turned his gaze to Gu Shi.

Gu Shi quietly clicked the mouse, modifying it in the settings.It seems that this situation is in his expectation.

"Try it." Gu Shi said softly, so that his voice would not be recorded.

Cen Mu said a word, and the phone on the table suddenly heard a voice this time.Because Cen Mu turned his voice to the maximum just now, the sudden appearance startled the two of them.

Cen Mu immediately picked up his phone and exited the live broadcast interface.

The barrage suddenly exploded——

[Am I deaf?The host just spoke? 】

【You are not deaf!I am deaf! 】

【Ahhhhhhhhhhh, Xiao Mumu's voice is so nice!The ears are pregnant! 】

[This voice control said, it's really nice! 】

[Fuck, why did the anchor speak today?The voice of the wrong year, wronged]

[I'm going from a technical fan to a voice control fan, don't compete with me for Xiao Mumu]

【…】

Cen Mu looked at the bullet screen that suddenly filled the screen, and was a little at a loss for a while, "This...how can I do this?"

How does he play games?It's all covered!
Gu Shi stepped forward directly, adjusted it, and the barrage became a small box in the lower right corner.Except for the reminder when sending gifts, you can only see the small characters on the other barrages if you look carefully.

"Thank you Xueba!" Cen Mu folded his palms together and thanked in a low voice.

Gu Shi pointed to the screen, there were many people giving gifts.

Wow?Is he on fire?Why did it suddenly become so popular?And the gifts next to it have never stopped.

Everyone is... so rich?
Cen Mu hurriedly went to thank him, he opened his mouth to speak, and another wave of barrage came down.

Alas... this world of looking at faces and listening to voices.

　[Thanks to Shuangmu Feilin, Qinliang and the two cuties for the reward, Boboji]

　　
　
(End of this chapter)