My sister's live broadcast pushed me to the top of the world

Looking at Yao Dapao’s pale face and sweaty appearance on the phone, Jing Yao’s mouth curled up and she felt very happy.

"This is what happens when you talk too much."

"You still want to take advantage of my live broadcast room's popularity and lead my rhythm. Now I'll satisfy you. As long as you dare to eat it, I will obey you."

Jing Yao smiled and sent more than a dozen rockets to Yao Dapao's live broadcast room, leading the rhythm of the other party's live broadcast room and urging the other party to eat quickly.

After a while, under the overwhelming trend, Yao Dapao could only look at the camera and reply tremblingly:

"I'll eat, but I need half an hour to prepare myself mentally."

At this moment, he had completely lost his previous arrogance.

"Okay, I'll give you half an hour. I'll come to your livestream room again in half an hour to bring you some attention. If it turns out to be a scam, you can expect to be blasted by the entire internet."

Jing Yao sneered in her heart, picked up her phone, exited the other party’s live broadcast room, and continued her own live broadcast.

"Brothers, give him half an hour. After half an hour, we will go to check on the ward again." She shouted to the camera.

In the live broadcast room, comments were full of people saying that he was too soft-hearted.

[Sister Yao, you are too kind. If it were me, would Yao Dapao still want to prepare himself for half an hour? Dream on. Feed me right now!]

[Yes, Yao Mei, you are too easy to talk to. For someone who dares to come to our live broadcast room to stir up trouble and spread rumors, letting him live broadcast eating rice fields is tolerating him. The key is that this is his own request, and he actually wants to delay it. It is really unforgivable. ]

"Alright, alright, stop talking. Let's be merciful. It's okay to give Yao Dapao some time. It's only half an hour. It will be quick. But if Brother Pao doesn't keep his promise after half an hour, I will have to rely on you all."

Jingyao blinked at the camera.

Immediately, a large number of replies in the barrage said, "I understand, keyboard warriors, blasting team, get ready!"

"Okay, then let's continue reading my brother's collection of novels for the next half hour."

Jing Yao smiled and slid the mouse to exit the Dragon Clan interface and return to the original interface of the novel collection.

There are more than a dozen phenomenal novels that have become popular both at home and abroad, such as "Grave Robbers' Chronicles", "Ghost Blows Out the Light" and "Harry Potter".

Just looking at these novel files, Jing Yao's smiling mouth suddenly froze and her beautiful brows gradually frowned.

"No way..."

she whispered.

At that moment, she suddenly thought of an even more incredible possibility.

Since Dragon Tribe was written by my brother, wouldn’t the other books in this folder be written by him as well?

Just like the songs in the songbook.

But the next second, Jing Yao quickly shook her head.

"No way, no way. These books are not written by the same author, so how can they all be the work of my brother?"

Coincidentally, at this moment, other people in the live broadcast room also had the same idea as Jing Yao.

[Shit, I just suddenly remembered that since the author of Dragon Clan is my brother-in-law, then the other novels in the folder should also be written by him? ]

[Impossible, absolutely impossible. The author of Dragon Clan is Jiang Nan, the author of Daobi is Sanshu, and the author of Guichu is Bachang. You tell me, can these be written by the same person? ]

[That seems to be true. The author's name is different, so how could they be the same person?]

[But brothers above, have you ever thought about a terrible fact? Among these authors just mentioned, has any one ever appeared in public? Has any one ever held a book signing event? Or has any real identity been verified on the Internet? ]

[Fuck! It seems like there really isn't one. It's really scary when you think about it. ]

Looking at the analysis in the barrage, Jing Yao became dazed.

I feel like what they said makes sense.

"No way, except for the Dragon Clan, all the other books in this folder were really written by my brother?"

She murmured to the camera and suddenly felt like she was dreaming.

A dream in which my brother suddenly became very awesome.

If someone had told her yesterday that her brother was actually a talented singer and writer, who could write such a phenomenally popular novel as The Dragon Tribe, she would definitely have kicked that person away.

But now, as she went deeper and deeper into her brother's computer, she had no choice but to believe it.

Is this still the old man who always told her that he was just going to live a life of idleness and wait for death?

How can you be so awesome?

He is just like the hero in the novel who pretends to be a pig but actually eats the tiger. He is usually lazy and then suddenly shines one day.

[Are you guys stupid? Do you really think Jingchen is a god? ]

At this moment, a glaring text appeared in the middle of the live broadcast room.

Yao Dapao's barrage appeared in the live broadcast room again.

[No matter how awesome or talented a person is, it is impossible for him to write so many popular novels at the same time. If he did, is it still a human brain? ]

[Also, just because Sanshu, Bachang and other well-known authors don't like to show up in public and don't hold book signings, you put their hard work on Jingchen's head, isn't that too stupid? ]

Jingyao frowned slightly.

"Is this guy crazy?"

She couldn't understand how Yao Dapao could be trembling with fear because of the live broadcast of eating rice in the rice field one second, and then have the courage to run to her live broadcast room and shout at her, continue to confront her, and change the rhythm of her live broadcast room the next second.

[Sister Yao, do you dare to make another bet? ]

At this time, Yao Dapao continued to post barrages of comments.

Jing Yao raised her eyebrows and said to the camera.

"What do you want to bet on?"

[Let's bet whether the other novels in this folder are your brother's works? If they are, I will give you a few books here and give you millions of gifts. If not, I will cancel the bet on my live broadcast of eating rice in the rice field, and you will quit the Internet. ]

Jingyao smiled immediately.

It's a good calculation. No wonder he suddenly becomes so arrogant again.

But she is not short of money, she just wants to watch this guy eating rice on live broadcast, and why should he quit the Internet? Who does he think he is?

Then he would refuse.

But just as she was about to speak, she stopped.

Because she noticed out of the corner of her eye that the number of people online in the background of the live broadcast room had increased from more than 200 million to 300 million, and was about to reach 350 million.

She quickly clicked on the background growth trend.

The sudden increase of more than 100 million people was discovered during the period when she and Yao Dapao made a bet.

And the number of barrage messages sent during that period increased several times compared to before.

Just at this moment, she received another news push on her phone.

---Yao Dapao, the leader of Douhu platform, had a big birthday show and lost to Yao Xiaomei, the new leader of the gambling platform. He will live broadcast the tasting of rice in the field.

Jingyao's mouth twitched.

Sure enough, compared to listening to music, people prefer to be a spectator and join in the fun.

In this case, for the sake of more popularity and better program effects, it is better to accept the bet.

However, she is not a scheming person, and she will not agree to a gamble without confidence.

So, the next second, Jing Yao moved the live camera away.

Then she quickly picked up the mouse and opened the folders of other novels. She wanted to see if there was any manuscript that could prove that this novel was written by her brother like the Dragon Clan.