A Guide to Saving the Wicked

That's right, love me, be filial!

The reporter got it wrong: "Your grades..."

Jing Haoyang: "First in grade."

"Then your family..."

"Love me very much."

So what kind of half and half is this.

The reporter's face was full of black lines, watching Jing Haoyang carry a large bag of leeks, a pair of kidneys and a black plastic bag from the boss with a familiar face, and left her sight.

Inside the black plastic bag were some things that were not clearly visible but a bit bloody and bloody. It must be some kind of meat. The reporter no longer followed Jing Haoyang, but returned to the examination room.

Sure enough, there was nothing to interview at this time, only sporadic recordings of material to go back to edit, and then to call it a day and go home. The reporter was still lamenting his bewildered performance today.

As much as I feel sick now, when the news came that Jing Haoyang was the No. [-] student in Science in City A, the reporter would lament how wise I was back then.

She actually caught the number one scholar in science at a glance!

Did God open a pair of eyes for her?

She also recorded so many pictures of the life of the number one scholar shopping for vegetables. This kind of scene can be used as a publicity, so that those parents who have used their children to become a machine that can only learn but not live can take a good look. The child is not as fragile as imagined ah!

Of course, this is something for later, what is really in front of me is that Jing Haoyang bought a lot of ingredients and processed them from the afternoon until Xie Jiawen came home, and a wonderful smell radiated throughout the room.

Xie Jiawen smelled this smell as soon as he got home: "Xiaoyang, what are you doing delicious again?"

Jing Haoyang in the kitchen smiled, and brought out a scrambled egg with leeks, fried kidney, and a pot of soup with no visible ingredients.

There is not only meat in the soup, but also a lot of uncommon grass roots. Xie Jiawen guessed it should be medicinal food. Jing Haoyang is really tired during this time, so he should make up for it.

Thinking of this, Xie Jiawen quickly served Jing Haoyang a bowl of soup.

Jing Haoyang pushed it back with his backhand: "This is for you." After speaking, he went back to the kitchen and brought a bowl of fried rice with eggs, sitting on the stool and shoveling it into his mouth.

Xie Jiawen asked concerned: "What's the matter, don't you eat vegetables? You're acting weird today."

Jing Haoyang shook his head quickly: "I made it specially for you, I can't eat these, you should eat more."

I don't understand.

Xie Jiawen ate the vegetables slowly, and his eyes lit up when he ate the kidney: "How did you make this, it's delicious, and it handles the fishy smell of the kidney very well."

Jing Haoyang smiled dotingly: "You don't need to know this, I'm here. If it tastes good, eat more." Then he put a big chopsticks for Xie Jiawen, and picked up Xie Jiawen's empty bowl: "I Bring you another bowl of soup."

Xie Jiawen nodded: "The soup is also delicious and delicious, but I really can't tell what it tastes like. Did you stew some offal?"

Jing Haoyang just shook his head, smiled and said nothing, and pushed the soup closer to Xie Jiawen, signaling him to drink more.

It may be that the soup is really delicious, or it may be that Jing Haoyang is too gentle today, Xie Jiawen is full under Jing Haoyang's meticulous service.

The sky outside looked like it was getting twilight. Jing Haoyang accompanied Xie Jiawen out for a walk for a while to help him digest his food. However, after walking for a long time, Xie Jiawen's face was flushed with heat. Watching Jing Haoyang hurry home.

With a strange smile, Jing Haoyang followed Xie Jiawen's back, his eyes lingered on his waist, back, and some unspeakable places.His eyes were full of domineering possessiveness.

I ate pork loin and leeks, and drank so much bullwhip soup and ate a lot. If you don’t belong to me tonight, I can only use bullwhip to boil your bath water.

Xie Jiawen, I miss you so much.

Chapter Directory Women's Gangster 1

Will Jinjiang let you play tricks?Impossible, don't think about it, it's impossible in the next life, so no one knows what happened to Jing Haoyang and Xie Jiawen afterwards.

In a world full of gunfire, please silence.

Back in the mission space, Jing Haoyang looked eager and dissatisfied again. He would argue to find Xie Jiawen's mission station for everything. The Jinjiang system is still humane in this regard, and the main space station can see the mission. Reader information - so what color!That's all clear!

When Jing Haoyang rushed to the main space, Xie Jiawen showed that he was on a mission.

What kind of fighting spirit is it that will quickly move on to the next task without even giving yourself a break.

Jing Haoyang cursed, and quickly accepted the mission from Xie Jiawen's world.

This time he could see clearly that the task was to let the villain walk on the path of glory and welcome a splendid life.

On the way back, Jing Haoyang triumphantly analyzed with 963: "Look, you didn't tell me what the task was in the last world, and I did it well? I figured out Jinjiang's routine, as long as I revolve around Xie Jiawen, my Anything can be done.”

963: "So you want to know what your mission in the last world was? In fact, it has nothing to do with Xie Jiawen. The villain in the previous world is not actually Xie Jiawen. Xie Jiawen is just a passerby who cannot be defined as a villain."

Jing Haoyang was very disdainful: "They still sing without Xie Jiawen? It's none of my business."

963: "It's ok. After becoming a big boss, I'm hardened, and I don't care about the tasks."

Jing Haoyang: "The yin and yang are strange, and they are taken to Xinjiang to pick cotton."

While speaking, Jing Haoyang had already returned to his mission space, quickly lay down in the cabin, and 963 tapped the mission transmission button.

When Jing Haoyang felt that the teleportation was completed, he was horrified to find that he was actually wearing a skirt? !

The lights in the room couldn't suppress the groaning in his heart!

She lifted her skirt abruptly—huh, he's still a man.

Jing Haoyang raised his head slightly, and his long black and shiny hair was slightly pushed back with his movements, sweeping across his arms, bringing an itchy feeling.

? ! ? ! !

What kind of stuff is this grass mud horse?

Jing Haoyang grabbed the hair on the side of his arm, deceiving himself and others that it should be a wig, but nothing happened except pulling himself to grin his teeth.The hair was still growing on his scalp.

Jing Haoyang was so shocked that he looked like a one-year-old baby chased by a dog, anxious and bumpy, he staggered and ran out for a long time before groping for the toilet.

The person in the mirror was beyond recognition, it was not like Jing Haoyang at all!

The original neat and energetic cut head has become black and long straight in the middle, the sharp sword eyebrows have been replaced by slender and curved eyebrows, the eyelids are black and red, and there are messy sequins, and the lips are like a bowl of dried blood, red It's so shiny, it looks like a woman!

Turn back, take out...it's a handle.

Hold on, don't panic, what kind of monster is Laozi?

At this time, 963 is still well-informed: "Why don't you chop off your things that are in the way, you look good like this now."

Jing Haoyang: "I have a complaint button, I don't know whether to press it or not."

Are you too lazy to play?

963: "Papa, spare me!"

Jing Haoyang straightened his hair, rubbed the eyeshadow with his fingers, and a large piece of sequins came off, and at the same time, a small piece of eyeshadow was missing from the eyes.

Because of the heavy makeup, the part that Jing Haoyang shaved off was particularly obvious.

What are these things? Jing Haoyang's world view is being challenged, and his rampant emotions are gradually getting out of control: "It's so disgusting, why did you scrape putty on your face?"

963 disappeared, leaving Jing Haoyang beautiful alone, and always felt that if he didn't leave, he would be shamed by complaints.

Jing Haoyang failed to wash off the putty on his face with soap, shower gel, shampoo, and even soap.

There are a lot of bottles and jars with foreign language stickers on the table. I can understand every word, but what does liquid foundation mean?Primer for plastering walls?Is this putty enough for wall painting?Why put putty on the sink?

What does eyebrow pencil mean?A pencil for eyebrows?

Why should the highlighter be placed on the sink?

What highlight is this box?Is this a box of lights?

Makeup remover, what water?can't read.

But a little thirsty...

I don't know if the water is drinkable or not.

There was a layer of oil on the makeup remover, Jing Haoyang didn't dare to put his mouth down in the end.

……

Finally, with a colorful face on his face, Jing Haoyang went to bed.

The next day before dawn, Jing Haoyang got out of bed to wash his face, but he was startled by the messy color on his face even though he was mentally prepared.

Finally, I washed it with soap again, and it barely looked clean.

963 has already sent Xie Jiawen's information - Xie Jiawen, male, 24, an [-]th-line actor, in the masterpiece "You Are My Starry Sky", in which he played the tenth male role, and there is no large-scale fan base yet.

Jing Haoyang took a piece of toast from the refrigerator in his mouth: "Is the male ten wrong? Male?"

963 researched it, and replied with certainty: "No, the male ten means that the male is matched with the number ten."

"Playing the No. [-] male supporting role is still a representative work?"

"Because he is an [-]th line."

Jing Haoyang, who just noticed the blind spot, was shocked: "What is the eighteenth line?"

emmmmm... 963 was silent for a moment: "It's just a small character who has appeared in front of the public, but no one else even knows his name."

"Then how bad is he?" Jing Haoyang rubbed his chin to think about his current identity. In the refrigerator, there were only toast and vegetable leaves. After eating a piece of toast, he lost his appetite: "My current identity is like a fan. Not a lot, right?"

963 nodded and shook his head again: "That's different, your current identity has too many vests, you're both an internet celebrity and a popular writer, with the support of two fans, it's normal for you to have more fans than him."

Jing Haoyang was fearless: "Anyway, I want to praise him, it doesn't matter whether you say it or not."

Jing Haoyang, male, 26 years old, a popular author at the level of a great god, very mysterious, and has never appeared in public. As for the other vest... female, 18 years old, a popular game anchor, with beautiful facial features, and a fixed double with a chatterbox teammate When the platoon starts broadcasting, he is in charge of making jokes and showing off cuteness, and his teammates are in charge of talking about tuberculosis and eating chicken.

What about your mother?

After searching through the closet, Jing Haoyang found normal clothes, a white T-shirt and a pair of jeans from the bottom box of the closet.

When he was wearing a pair, Jing Haoyang carefully scanned his body worriedly - last time he was a high school student and was short and thin, but now this adult has the same physique as a chick?The height is barely in line, but this is too thin, with the same skeleton.

Does he have the nerve to open his screen with this physique?

I want to fuck you, but you are afraid of pain because I have ribs all over my body.

Anyway, he would never allow himself to meet Xie Jiawen with this honor.

Jing Haoyang opened Weibo under the guidance of 963. The Weibo interface displayed the name as Yijing, which was the usual account of the original owner, that is, his account as an Internet celebrity female anchor.

It doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman, Jing Haoyang directly paid attention to Xie Jiawen.

Xie Jiawen v: Thank you for following me~

A day scene v: whoever we are with whom.

Jing Haoyang held the phone in his hand, feeling bored, why didn't he reply after saying thank you?Why didn't he realize that Xie Jiawen was so dishonest before.

In the middle of the night, Xie Jiawen, who had just returned home from the stage, washed off his exhaustion and the gelatin in his hair, and casually picked up the mobile phone that had been turned on silently since he went out during the day with his slender and fair hands.

Xie Jiawen's real identity should be: contemporary opera research artist.

Acting in that movie was because the master owed others favors, so he had no choice but to act as an opera researcher.

Tapping on the message in the prompt bar of the mobile phone, a person named Yi Yi Ri Jing sent him a message.

[A day scene: who of us is with whom. 】

...Does he know this person?

Xie Jiawen clicked on a profile picture of Rijing, and was surprised to find that the other person was still a terrific big V with tens of millions of fans.

Xie Jiawen swiped directly to a short video released by Rijing without even having to make any effort.

The content is the recorded screen of the most popular game recently.

The little girl in a short skirt with colorful hair in Huamian ran forward while shaking her ponytails. At the same time, a soft and clear voice kept chirping with the camera: "Feng Yu, where are you? I have 98k here. Do you want to~ Feng Yu, where are you? I have an [-]x lens here, do you want it~Feng Yu, where are you? I have a big medicine bag here, do you want~”

Xie Jiawen has studied opera for many years, and with his artistic intuition, he can hear it with one ear—it's a man.

But it may be a boy who is thirteen or fourteen years old and before the voice change period. Otherwise, ordinary men really can't hold back this kind of voice.

At this time, another voice followed closely: "Aunt Rijing, please show me the way in the future. I searched all the way and only found a frying pan."

Um?It turned out that the little boy was Rijing?

Xie Jiawen was a little surprised, and moved his eyes back to the Weibo profile of a Rijing. Sure enough, the gender column was written as male, and then the sentence he entered below was written as a string of numbers, and then the live broadcast room will meet at [-] o'clock every night scattered.

The most recent Weibo was posted two days ago.

[A day scene: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. 】

Xie Jiawen clicked in to read the comments, and the one with the highest praise was: I hope you are a little self-aware (dog head).

Immediately following the next one is: How about you every day? !What about tonight's live broadcast? !Fengyu called you online in the live broadcast room and you didn't answer it, did something happen?Did you see our private message!

Xie Jiawen's heart tightened, worried about a little boy he might know, and hurriedly checked the time of this person's message.

21: 38.

And Jing Haoyang left him a message after five o'clock in the morning.

How can a child get up at five o'clock in the morning!

Then why did he send him this kind of information again?

The more Xie Jiawen thought about it, the more confused he became, but he still couldn't hold back and sent Jing Haoyang a private message.

[Xie Jiawen v: Hello, how are you?No live broadcast tonight? 】(Have read)

A gray read in the suffix is ​​so eye-catching...

[Xie Jiawen v:? 】

[A day scene v: Do you want to watch my live broadcast? !You wait 2 minutes! 】

[Xie Jiawen v: Are you at home now? 】

[A day scene v: I'm watching your movie! 】

[Xie Jiawen v: ...it's getting late, explain to netizens and go to bed early. 】

The acquaintance is too wonderful, and the chat records of the two of them look a little inexplicably familiar.

In Jing Haoyang's view, this is a matter of course, and Xie Jiawen has already outlined the image of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy in his mind, and he doesn't think it's too much to say.

He didn't see it, but just under the video he watched, there was another video with a live video.A daily recording made by a black, long straight 'girl', the topic is reading comments, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that it is definitely not a thirteen or fourteen year old boy.

Chapter Directory Women's Gangster 2

Xie Jiawen’s daily time belongs to art research, so sleep time is very precious. After saying good night, he hurriedly went offline to sleep. Of course, Jing Haoyang is different. He listened to Xie Jiawen’s words and replied to netizens’ comments .

Seeing Jing Haoyang's sudden movement, his agent, who had been in contact with Jing Haoyang before but couldn't find it anywhere, called him.

"Fuck! Jing Haoyang, do you still want to mess around! Where did the live broadcast time go, why didn't you answer the phone!"

Jing Haoyang signed the contract with his ID card, and the platform knows his real gender, so he doesn't speak as softly as a netizen.

They dared to shout at Jing Haoyang like this, because they were sure that Jing Haoyang would not dare to expose that he was a man, but they didn't know that the original owner was a second person, and whether it was live broadcast or platform information, he marked himself as a man , he wasn't afraid of exposure at all.

Putting these aside, Jing Haoyang couldn't bear the behavior of someone pushing their nose and face when they came up, so he crushed the phone.

The economic man on the other side of the phone was stunned for a moment, only to hear a sharp electronic sound coming from the microphone on Jing Haoyang's side, and then there was no more movement.

The manager looked back at Feng Yu: "Is it because I was hung up or is there something wrong with Jing Haoyang's phone?"

Fengyu shrugged.

The manager threw the phone on the sofa: "Damn! Little hooves are good!"

Jing Haoyang shook off the fragments in his hands, glanced at the surrounding environment casually, and found scissors to cut his hair, and it didn't take long for his smooth and beautiful hair to look like a dog chewing on it.

It looks more disturbing than before with long hair.

Pulling left and right twice, this shape looks like the spots on the top of a bald man's head, one part is hairy and the other is hairless, even Jing Haoyang himself is too embarrassed to boast.

After rummaging around at home for a long time, I finally found a razor, which at least gave me a bald head.

This looks good, so energetic.

Of course, Jing Haoyang has 1 appreciations for this new look, but it is a pity that Xie Jiawen's aesthetics are crooked and he doesn't like bald heads, so he can only sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman to leave some hair stubble for Xie Jiawen to see.

He is taking the time to exercise now, and when he sees Xie Jiawen, his muscles and hair should just grow out, perfect.

Early the next morning, Jing Haoyang came back from a run, flipped through the window skillfully and returned to his room to eat a mouthful of buns, when suddenly he heard someone knocking on the door.

Tu Tu Tu knocked very anxiously, looking impatient.

There were two men outside the door, one tall and the other short. The short man was knocking on the door, cursing.

To deal with this kind of person, Jing Haoyang didn't bother to say anything, anyway, his plan was to recover his body in the shortest time, so what if they left the door of this house to knock.

He went to work out.

Feeling playful, Jing Haoyang went out from the window again.

Feng Yu and the agent waited impatiently at the door, and Jing Haoyang never came to open the door.

The agent's combat effectiveness has long been inferior to the arrogance at the beginning, from knocking on the door non-stop to now knocking three times to rest: "Jing Haoyang, come out for me, I know you are at home, I asked the doorman, you Didn't go out at all!"

Feng Yu was sitting squatting and playing with his mobile phone. He was brought here by his manager as an accompanying guest. He would be a bit bored if he couldn't see Jing Haoyang now. Why don't he take advantage of this time to watch the video of the anchor next door and interact with him.

Just as he was recovering happily, a shadow suddenly shrouded his head. Feng Yu looked up, and saw the person coming with a strong light behind his back, and his face was not real, but a bald head was as eye-catching as another light bulb.

Until the man leaned over him, not like anyone he knew.

Feng Yu looked at this man's handsome appearance and his curved eyebrows that had been meticulously trimmed with an eyebrow trimmer, and a thought flashed through his mind like lightning: "Damn it, Rijing?!"

Jing Haoyang stood up, his tall figure blocked the incandescent lamp again, his shiny bald head replaced the light source, and put aside the wind language: "What's the day, keep your mouth clean."

The manager raised his eyebrows and turned his head when he heard the word "Rijing". He thought he would see the appearance of the dark, long, straight and deserted beauty in the computer, but what he saw was a woman with delicate eyebrows and handsome but gloomy and domineering temperament. man.

"You, you, you... went to chemotherapy?"

Jing Haoyang was in a good mood, the running environment here was pretty good, and when he came back and saw these two idiots still knocking on the door, he still felt that he had not been let down: "It's quite generous, why are you here?"

The manager's eyes widened and he was about to speak, but was quickly interrupted by Feng Yu who was afraid of a dispute: "Ri Jing, why didn't you show up in the live broadcast last night, and I called you, but you didn't answer, did something happen? .”

Jing Haoyang nodded generously: "Something went wrong, and I just realized how strange it is for an old man to wear a skirt when I ride a horse. Now I can't wait to touch it ten times a day to confirm whether I am a pervert."

……

Jing Haoyang's strong aura of gangsters, who didn't know where it came from, shocked Fengyu in place. Is this still the daytime scene in the game?

The agent was furious: "Jing Haoyang, it was agreed when we signed the contract. Your image plan has to be fixed by us. What will you do after you cut your hair like this now!"

Thanks to Jing Haoyang for being in a good mood, the aura between the two of them seemed to be full of tension, and Feng Yu on the background board had to mutter to ease the atmosphere: "The wig is also very good, he has become bald , also became stronger."

Jing Haoyang glanced at Feng Yu: "Young man, you are very good."

Feng Yu maleic anhydride ran up: "Xiao Jing, let's continue the live broadcast today."

"Call Dad, I'll take you flying." Jing Haoyang lay down on the sofa. He recalled Xie Jiawen's bleak popularity that 963 had analyzed for him, and he felt that he couldn't go on being so depressed, only focusing on exercising and disregarding popularity—at least I have to help Xie Jiawen get a wave of fans first.

Wind language: Smile.

Your father, I will help you smooth things over again and I will call you grandpa.

The more the manager looked at Jing Haoyang, the more he disliked Jing Haoyang. She is the most popular female anchor on the whole network, and now she is in this state, how embarrassing does it look?How do you let otaku fans deal with themselves?Is there anything more terrifying than the fact that the person I've been flirting with for over a year is actually a gangster?

Shuai can use YY? !

How could Jing Haoyang not understand!

"I don't agree! If you dare to live broadcast like this, I will count you as a breach of contract!" The manager stood up and pointed at Jing Haoyang's nose.

Before Feng Yu, who thought he was his grandson, came out to smooth things over, the next second the manager sat back by himself, and his sitting posture was cute.

Feng Yu glanced at Jing Haoyang and was also taken aback.

Just, just an adjective, you, why did you really pull out a kitchen knife?

Jing Haoyang smiled, took the kitchen knife to his ear and tapped it, followed his manager's hand to stare at his neck, and finally stopped at the main artery: "My child, I have a bad temper, please forgive me or see you." Blood, can you choose one?"

"Ah!!!" Countless fears rushed to his face, the manager screamed and rushed out of the door.

Sitting on the sofa, Feng Yu stared straight at his eyes, put his hands behind his back, and leaned back involuntarily: "Oh, I was joking, it's too late."

Jing Haoyang put the kitchen knife on the table casually, and when the kitchen knife touched the table, it made a crisp sound, which frightened Feng Yu: "Brother, big brother, be careful with the knife."

"Huh? There's no need to be careful with such a broken knife." He took out another bottle of mineral water from nowhere, and Jing Haoyang deliberately threw it on the wind and rain, who was frightened and felt better when he saw him. Quite a few: "Did the ugly sparrow just fly away? Then can we start the live broadcast? I read the comments that there is a time limit for the live broadcast, and I have to make up for yesterday's homework."

Feng Yu squeezed Jing Haoyang's water, didn't even have the courage to open it and take a sip, with a mournful face: "Brother Jing, if you are going to be live broadcasting like this, let's drink it together, lest..."

He didn't say anything later, everything was silent.

In the end, Jing Haoyang said, "For what?"

"In case..." In case your male fan commits suicide in front of your eyes, Dad!

Jing Haoyang glanced at the chopper seemingly unintentionally: "Hesitate, kill it."

"No way! Nothing! I was thinking too much!" Feng Yu screamed.

It was such a harsh voice, Jing Haoyang frowned and chased away: "Go back and start your live broadcast, and it will be online on time in half an hour."

Feng Yu seemed to be pardoned, and the wind blew from the soles of his feet, completely disappearing before his eyes.

As soon as Fengyu left here, Jing Haoyang began to fiddle with his set of live broadcast equipment. He didn't know what level it was in this world, but he clearly felt that the camera's pixels were not high—and there was an automatic camera. Blurred problems, a good face is so ground that the nose and eyes have no boundaries.

He found some gadgets and changed the lens.

Now the pixel of the lens is very cowhide, and the pores on the young lady's face can be seen [-] meters away.

There is a voice changer next to it, and the sound reception effect of the voice changer is very good. Jing Haoyang turned off the sound changer effect and directly used it as a microphone without any further changes.

As for the two super-powerful fill lights facing the face-get out of the way, the titanium alloy eye is not used to shake like this, what did the original owner have in mind to shoot such two big searchlights on the face.

Finally, after adjusting the computer configuration, mouse sensor, audio, lens and microphone to the maximum extent with the tools in hand, Jing Haoyang happily turned on the camera.

There is no beauty, no filter, no fill light, and the three-no day scene is gloomy.

The picture was so clear that even a small mole on his neck could be clearly seen.

Where have fans seen this scene before? There was a slick of water on the screen: Riri, your boyfriend ran out? !

Live accident? !

Oh, so handsome, Riri who is this!

Handsome guy, you accidentally clicked on Riri's live broadcast!

Jing Haoyang casually went to the gaming chair, raised his right hand to his face and greeted everyone: "Hello everyone, I am Yangshen. I used to be ignorant and called Rijing for a few days. Now I come back to bring you super gods. You can Call me Papa."

[Super Ai Xiao Riri: What kind of operation is this? ? 】

【Ri Rijing: Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!Xiao Riri don't come out today! ] This is completely disbelief in Jing Haoyang's statement.

[gww: Fuck, she really looks a bit like Ri Ri! 】

[520 days: I'm blind, I feel like it too!This must be Riri's twin brother. 】

Jing Haoyang glanced at the comments, and was about to respond when he saw the villain with Fengyu's nickname enter the room.

At the same time, Fengyu's characteristic laughter came out, it was indeed his voice, but it didn't sound as cheap as before.

"Hello everyone, I'm Fengyu..." In the past, it was always: Hello everyone~ I'm Brother Fengyu~

[Good day: Feng Yuqijian feels weird today, if you are kidnapped, cough. 】

Feng Yu blinked furiously at the camera: "Didn't the agreed signal be to blink!"

[Feng Qiyu: It's over, I was really kidnapped...]

Contrary to Fengyu's expectations, no one had any reaction to Jing Haoyang's new look. Everyone agreed that Rijing slipped out to play and let his brother come out to top the tank. This kind of treasure brother just took it out now.

Brother Yangshen, will you start a live broadcast in the future? I will steal daily rockets to support you.

Jing Haoyang's response was - landing at 98k, without a magnification lens, he picked up the bullets all the way, and finally slaughtered all over G port, calmly drank a bottle of energy drink to add to the fun.

The screen was filled with cheating reports.

Netizens at this time are still very moral, and have not given up their self-esteem to be an unscrupulous licking dog.

Jing Haoyang's face was full of disdain: "This kind of game still needs to be opened?"

The messages in the live broadcast room became dirty.

In the next second, Jing Haoyang's live account appeared:

[Dear player, because you were reported by multiple players at the same time, we will temporarily ban you, and we will unban you after the system checks.There are tens of thousands of roads, the first one to report, the game is not standardized, and the title is two lines of tears. 】

This horse still needs to be investigated, stupid game!

Jing Haoyang thinks that if you don't show your hand today, you may be going to heaven.

It’s okay for the game account to be blocked, and the live broadcast room can still be used. Jing Haoyang sat on the gaming chair: “Come on, whoever of you has the guts to throw your account on the screen, I will use your account now to open the Internet bar.” black."

Jing Haoyang thought for a while: "I'm in city A and city B. People in this place sign up for an Internet cafe you are familiar with. Whoever sends out No. 18 will send me a taxi. I will broadcast the whole process on my mobile phone for you to see. Technology is called Dad."

Grumpy anchor, using other people's live broadcast room to tear people up online.

Hey, I have a bad temper, because of the daily live broadcast room you use, we don't dare to report the live broadcast room casually, so we have to panic? !

This is a hornet's nest. Many viewers in this city directly expressed that they would watch this game at close range and play games. No one should sleep on the horse tonight. The e-sports live broadcast circle does not allow anyone to insult this pure land!

After Jing Haoyang arrived at the place with his mobile phone in hand, a whole circle of people had already sat in the Internet cafe, and all of them looked up and stared at him maliciously.

Jing Haoyang's camera turned around on these people: "Tsk."

In theory, labor and management have never lost.

In the distant city C, Xie, who had just returned home, had a thought, and suddenly thought of going to see if a certain child was obediently broadcasting live today.

The pictures flowed until a clear tsk came out from the speaker.Xie Jiawen could clearly tell that it belonged to the person in the video.

——It's not a girl, nor a child, it's a second child.

Chapter Directory Women's Gangster 3

Tens of millions of fans in the live broadcast room were uploaded by outsiders, and the person who started the broadcast actually hit the fans...

The cc shocking department stated online, expounding on the spot the whole process of a fan of an anchor on the iEntertainment platform being slapped in the face with eloquence.

"The only thing I feel now is regret, very regret! Regret that I didn't ask the host for a WeChat account, and I couldn't get him out of the live broadcast room. If he doesn't live broadcast with Rijing account in the future, where can I find this real person? Immortal! If God gives me another chance, I will definitely say two words to that immortal, that is: Dad!"

Reporter: "Aren't you a fan of Rijing?"

Fan: "Don't talk nonsense, she's just Dad's sister!"

The reporter asked curiously, "Did the person who called himself Yang Shen say he was Rijing's older brother?"

"I don't know, I'm just guessing, they look too much alike, they won't be a couple anyway, father won't have such a good wife."

With curiosity in mind, the reporter went directly to Jing Haoyang's home.

When Yangshen was broadcasting live before, he boldly displayed his coordinates. He didn't hide it at all, and he continued to broadcast live all the way, for fear that no one would know where he lived.So his address is no longer a secret.

As a result, the reporter was still one step too late.

Jing Haoyang bought a plane ticket overnight and went straight to Xie Jiawen's city.

He didn't bring any luggage or anything, and the original owner had two styles of writing, one was a top writer and the other was a popular anchor, and the money he made was still very considerable.

Wouldn’t it be nice to buy something directly if you need something? Are the fancy clothes of the original owner nice?That set of live broadcast equipment has been changed again and again, so it looks like garbage, okay?

Anyway, regardless of whether it was useful or not, Jing Haoyang threw it there like garbage.

When he arrived in City C, he bought a hardcover villa at the speed of light, equipped himself with a computer with lightning speed, and then silently searched for the hidden network of this world - no money to make money.

It would be naive to praise Xie Jiawen with that little income from the live broadcast, it would be better to make more money in his old profession.

Especially when he was buying a computer, he discovered that the technological level of this world is much higher than that of the previous world, which means that he can produce more things.

For example, change the system for that live broadcast platform.

He glanced at the screen on other people's mobile phones during the live broadcast before, and the face was so blurred that he couldn't see the face, wasting his upgraded lens in vain.

Three months later, Jing Haoyang became the boss of the previous chattering manager.

Accidentally injecting too much capital, Jing Haoyang became the largest shareholder of Aiyu Live. When the manager and Fengyu came to the office, they saw Jing Haoyang with a big stubble of hair, and the respectful smile on his face almost Not tense.

Fengyu's approach is different, he is an old player after all: "Ahhh, my Yangshen father! Have you become a shareholder of technology! In the future, please take me to the super god and take me to fly!"

Jing Haoyang glanced at him: "You cook just right, barely complementing me, let's broadcast live together in the future."

"You are still willing to live broadcast!" The manager screamed, there is such a good thing!

Obviously, Feng Yu is much calmer. With Jing Haoyang's technology, he doesn't need to bother to maintain his popularity during the live broadcast.Playing games by yourself is also playing, and salted fish calling 666 is also playing, why can't you start a live broadcast.

Anyway, he is now Jing Haoyang's fanboy, and he thinks everything Jing Haoyang says makes sense.

Looking directly at Jing Haoyang with bright eyes, Feng Yu carried out the behavior of a good fanboy in the new era very realistically.

Jing Haoyang thought that Feng Yu wanted to hear an answer from himself, thought for a while, and told Feng Yu seriously: "I want to attract fans, you should behave better."

"Well, good father... no, Yangshen." Feng Yu's tongue tied: "You, you already have tens of millions of fans."

Those fans are all from the original owner wearing women's clothing,