Quick Wear: That Crazy Villain Always Forces Love

Wen Liang’s live broadcast room suddenly became as lively as during the Chinese New Year.

The time Wen Liang originally chose for the live broadcast was not after dinner when everyone was free, but rather around four or five in the afternoon, when everyone started working or studying.

Moreover, Wen Liang is a mediocre anchor with no special talents. She only relies on her good looks to attract a number of loyal fans.

When has a purely amateur anchor ever seen such a scene?

When an individual user gives more than 50,000 rewards, he or she will be notified by the entire platform.

Wen Liang had encountered this once before.

This is the second time.

And there were three reports in a row.

Wen Liang's live broadcast room originally had only about 10,000 viewers, but the number doubled in an instant and was approaching 50,000.

After a while, the live broadcast room, which was originally a place for casual chatting, became lively in a different way:

[Schrödinger's cat: Wow, what's going on? I've never seen this before. Who is Momo?]

[Rabbit Tooth Loli: I came to see which immortal had descended to earth. When I came in, I saw that it was a fairy from heaven. It’s too early to talk. Fairy, please stay with me.]

[Idiot Wholesale: This Momo again! I told you he's a cross-dresser! This guy is so talkative! Why are there still stupid rich people giving him gifts? ]

[National Treasure: If I can get the anchor to sleep with me by giving gifts, he looks like this, even if he is a shemale, I have to give him a try]

[Oh, so this is the anchor worth 150,000, but she looks just like that.]

[The above person is blind! How can you reach our Mobao? He smells like a father! ]

Wen Liang: ...

The quarrel began.

Wen Liang glanced at the three stupid rich men who gave him rewards.

A "You", a gigolo kept by him.

A "neighbor brother", suspected to be Pei Shuchen who has not been seen for a few days.

Wen Liang: ...

So he worked hard to earn money for these two people, but these two people spent money on him to buy gifts, and half of the gifts were taken by the platform. He was just a sucker...

There is another one called "Mo Mo is my wife". I have given her a reward before, but he doesn't know her.

The passersby who flocked into the live broadcast room quickly shifted the topic away from Wen Liang.

Because the first and second place on the list are on par.

It's "Neighbor Brother" and "Mo Mo is my wife"

The live broadcast screen was filled with gorgeous and exaggerated gift special effects one after another. Before one ended, the next one followed.

However, "You" was quiet, and his ID was not seen again in the melee.

Wen Liang looked at the increasing number of online viewers and the constant arguments, quarrels and personal attacks on the screen, and his hands holding the potato chips squeezed the bag until it made a crisp sound.

“Stop brushing…”

The small sound seemed to be drowned out by the tide of comments and failed to stop anyone.

Wen Liang put the potato chips on the table, not knowing how to solve the current situation for a moment.

The live streaming platform will give out nameplates based on the amount of money the account owner spends on the platform, which are divided into gold, diamond, and supreme.

The three accounts that gave rewards to Wen Liang all looked like new accounts.

So people started to dig into Wen Liang again on the screen, saying that he was putting on a show and that he found people to give him rewards.

["Shen Xiaoye, the most handsome man in the universe" enters the live broadcast room]

Wen Liang saw this message appear on the screen with his sharp eyes, and it was quickly pushed to the top.

He was startled.

【Wen Liang: What is the name of Yan Shen's trumpet in the original novel? 】

【886: Master Shen is the most handsome man in the universe, what's wrong?】

Wen Liang used his mouse to scroll down the top comment, trying to see if he had seen it wrong.

But the barrage was refreshing too fast, and the first and second place were still refreshing, as if they were competing with each other.

Wen Liang threw the mouse on the table and frowned:

"Stop swiping! I can't even see the messages! I have so much money to burn!"

......

The barrage was silent for a moment.

The people delivering gifts also stopped.

[Momo is my wife: Momo’s scolding is really nice, let me hear a few more scoldings]

【Jiang Zi: Wow, there is a smell of dog upstairs. 】

[Nine pounds and fifteen pence: Curse me silently, and I will brush you off even if you curse me]

[Little Bear Beibei: My wife’s scolding sounds so nice, hehe, so nice, hehe, hehehehehe]

[Neighbor brother: It’s just pocket money. Buy yourself some delicious food and lose weight.]

[Arctic Sweet Shrimp: No, how come the neighbor brother really got in? ? Could this big brother vying for the top spot really be the host's neighbor? ]

Everything was normal up to here, but gradually, the style of the barrage began to change:

[Cang Sheng Ta Ge: If anyone can find out the little anchor's address, I'll go there immediately! I'm a dog for Mo Mo! My master scolded me! His big eyes are so beautiful! ]

[Cang Sheng Taege: Can Momo scold me and step on me at the same time? I will also give Momo gifts, how about we exchange contact information and chat in private messages? Brother is rich]

[Momo is my wife: Get lost! If you keep spewing shit, I will make your father regret giving birth to you, believe it or not?! ]

[Baby Bear: Wow, baby, are you scared? You are so cute and adorable. I feel like crying.]

[I am your father: Can the anchor curse and cry at the same time? It’s time to change it.]

[Can you please stop driving? Baby Momo looks like she has just reached adulthood. Aren’t you guys going too far?]

.....

Wen Liang moved his eyes away from the screen and hesitated on whether to click the button to close the live broadcast.

He seemed to have strayed into some strange place.

The style of the previous live broadcast room was clearly a night chat between besties.

Wen Liang discovered that ever since he started cursing, most of the comments that were previously all about watching the show were now replaced by strange comments.

Wen Liang tucked his chin into the collar of his wide sweater, leaving only his eyes exposed, feeling at a loss for a moment.

Then the phone rang.

Wen Liang's attention was diverted, and he saw the message sent by "You":

You: The live broadcast room is too messy, so I’ll end the broadcast early today.

Wen Liang held his phone and typed: "How do you have the money to give me a reward?"

Yan Wenyou asked Sun Cheng'an to check several accounts of Huang Qiao, knocked off the ash of the cigarette between his knuckles, exhaled a puff of mist, and replied to his little fox: "Yan Wenyou's money"

It's his money, for sure.

Wen Liangxin thought, as expected, this pretty boy nephew spent his uncle's money to reward him again.

Isn't this person sick?

He was able to get the money, so why did he insist on urging the live streaming platform to pay him back?

Wen Liang's attention was drawn here, and he felt a lot more relaxed for a moment.

The phone vibrated and the man sent another message:

You: I didn’t expect that anyone would send you a gift today. It was a mistake. Please remember to close private messages after you end the live broadcast today. Of course, it’s best if you end the live broadcast now.

The man's words were very appropriate and gentle, and his suggestions were mature, giving Wen Liang a feeling that he was respected.

Wen Liang was indeed a little scared.

But looking at the audience who kept speaking for him on the barrage...

Little Fox: I can’t go off the air… I said at the beginning of today that I would sing for everyone, but I think some people are being impolite… But there are also people who want to have a good chat with me.

Yan Wenyou stared at the message on his phone, feeling like a soft little fox was sitting in front of him, blinking his eyes and pouting in confusion...

He had to trick the cautious little fox out.

He didn't want to push her too hard, so he just chatted over the phone for the past few days.

But he had already seen the good in Xia Mo, how could he bear to just look at him and not eat him...

The man put out his cigarette in the ashtray and typed a reply that still looked reliable:

You: Don't be afraid, I'll shut up rude people.

Wen Liang felt that "Yan Shen" was joking.

This live streaming platform is not owned by him.

But after a while, those who made rude remarks in the live broadcast had their accounts blocked one after another.

There are tens of thousands of people reviewing almost every item. The workload is so huge that even the small anchors don’t know it.

Wen Liang could feel that the evil spirits that flooded into the live broadcast room were gradually disappearing.

Although there are still some unfriendly voices, at least there is no reckless driving anymore.

He watched the live broadcast room gradually return to normal and finally regained his energy.

The young anchor dimples appeared on her face, as if it wasn't him who was afraid before:

"Everyone calm down, be calm, why are you quarreling, look at me, I'm not angry~"

Open your mouth and drink tea.

"I haven't thanked the No. 1 and No. 2 big brothers who sent me gifts. You guys are so expensive. I'm not like other anchors. I usually treat them fairly. You're all my good brothers~"

More and more tea.

Wen Liang looked for the familiar account with the nameplate, but he didn't see those two people for a long time.

He asked curiously: "Eh? Where's my big brother?"

Pei Shuchen and Luan Zhou’s accounts were blocked.