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Zhong Xincheng nestled in the gaming chair in the dormitory, playing his latest downloaded classical music on his headphones.His tall and thin body was slouched over, his eyes fixed on the small stopwatch on the queue waiting panel, and he glanced at the camera from time to time.

The people in the live broadcast room saw him turn his gaze around, frantically brushing up the barrage:

"Brother Xincheng, can you turn on the wheat today?"

"What time is it broadcasting today?"

"Brother, let's play a few more rounds."

"Is the brother in the dormitory not here today?"

"..."

Zhong Xincheng has a high rank. He just hit the top ten of the national server last week, and he has to wait five or six minutes for a round of ranking.He has been live broadcasting on the Hanhai platform for half a year, and his popularity is very high. The month before last, he was selected into the list of the most popular anchors of "Jedi Fantasy". At this time, there were 6+ people in the live broadcast room.

He has a handsome appearance, delicate eyebrows and harmless eyes, and when he closes his eyes, he gives the illusion of being very obedient.He has a good temper too much, he doesn't use dirty words or harsh words, and he is so cold that he can't help being funny.The little girl in the live broadcast room likes to post some weird questions, and sees the embarrassment of the anchor brother who can't answer.

Zhong Xincheng doesn't talk much, playing games is like playing a silent movie, he is so quiet that he can only hear the crisp sound of the keyboard and mouse. In contrast, his green keyboard steals the spotlight even more than himself.

Over time, his title of "Silent Film Anchor" came out.

The huge headset was connected to a microphone. He reached out and touched the microphone, and the slight sound of exhalation was transmitted through the electrical signal.

"can you hear?"

A large number of 'neng' was painted on the barrage, flying in a line, neat and well-matched.

His voice is as cold as his own, with a slightly lower tone and full of magnetism.

"Actually, I don't really want to turn on the mic." Zhong Xincheng paused for a moment, and his embarrassed expression was swept away.He glanced at the small stopwatch on the computer screen, wondering why no one had been lined up yet.

A barrage of 'No, you want' drifted across the barrage.

Zhong Xincheng squinted his eyes, calmed down slightly from his cramped mood, and explained: "The brothers in the dormitory went to have a dinner today, and it was only me." The bullet screen floated up again, and he wanted to say something more.The queuing interface where the old cow has been pulling broken cars flashed, and the team was successfully formed.

The black and blue interface was bright and colorful, and the gate of time and space was displayed. Zhong Xincheng dragged the mouse and hesitated on the character panel, and selected the bottom hero 'Xuanhuo Swordsman'.

He made his debut as an ADC, the hero pool is bottomless, and he can see the good and the bad.He locked a set of agility inscriptions, and rarely said: "I will briefly explain this game to everyone. I said in the last comment that I want to hear my explanation."

The lineup at home was quite satisfactory, Zhong Xincheng didn't pay much attention to it, he always spoke in short sentences, crisp and never procrastinated. "The jungler at home is strong in the early stage, and there is a high possibility of playing with the jungler and assistant. The swordsman has a strong ability to defend against ganks, as long as he protects himself. But pay attention to the opponent's jungler..."

Zhong Xincheng looked at his opponent after watching his own lineup. His incoherent words suddenly stopped due to the deviation of his gaze.

【Hahaha】

【You also have today】

【Look who is here】

【Report!The jungler on the opposite side is also broadcasting live】

The opposite jungle hero is 'Spirit of the Abyss'. He has strong stealth and camouflage abilities, and has a nightmare attribute. He can play the canyon into a horror game by himself. Countless souls fell under his knife, which is simply a game terminator.

Looking at the jungler's name again, the corners of Zhong Xincheng's straight lips pulled out an extremely inelegant arc, and the hand holding the mouse became heavy.

That person is YSSS, scientific name: Yan Wusheng.

According to the legend, the king of national clothes with the face of a male model is crazy and has no friends. The number of slots is amazing. I found that there are such rich and colorful trolls in this world, but they have a good voice and temperament, and they are popular fans countless.

Zhong Xincheng went to watch Yan Wusheng's live broadcast, Yan Wusheng never showed his face, only relying on technology and voice circle fans, I heard that there was an old picture of Yan Wusheng's profile photo circulating on the Internet, only the outline can be seen blurry, probably Is a handsome guy.Zhong Xincheng wore earphones and was doing high math problems while listening to the man chatting. From what he ate in the morning to the dog peeing on his bicycle wheel by the dormitory at noon to the shooter dishes at night, it was outrageous.He even wondered if a person would be hypoxic if he said so much.

It is true that the live broadcast circles the wizards.

What is it called silent speech? It is clearly a beeping machine.

The game started quickly, and Zhong Xincheng made an exchange with the opposite shooter based on a friendly attitude of peaceful development. He donated a precious flash and got a blood.

He moved to avoid the fatal blow of the defense tower, and moved his perspective to the blue field area, witnessing a wave of second-level double kills by the spirit of the abyss. road moves.

As soon as the perspective was switched, Zhong Xincheng silently retracted into the tower.

The third level of the spirit of the abyss showed its head in the bottom lane, the ball circled around the bottom lane pawn, and several messages popped up on the left side in vain.

[Spirit of the Abyss]: Whose little brother is this, why is he going down the road alone?

[Spirit of the Abyss]: Brother Sagittarius, I am a fan, the one who just came out of the box.

[Spirit of the Abyss]: Give me a light beating.

Zhong Xincheng glanced at him indifferently, and he predicted that he would release a combo of moves, knocking out two blocks of Yan Wusheng's blood.

He doesn't know much about the process of attracting fans, and he doesn't attract fans very much on weekdays. He is used to happy solo queue, and he doesn't have to worry about other things when he wants to fly and make waves.In addition, he is not good at communicating with people, and the double row will only increase the embarrassment.

But to be honest, he really envied Yan Wusheng, a person who can deal with communication with ease.

[Spirit of the Abyss]: I have my own thoughts.

[Spirit of the Abyss]: I like it.

Yan Wusheng dragged his elf body, which was missing two bars of blood, into the grass, and began to swim in the upper half of the field.Zhong Xincheng, an orphaned shooter, was on his way. In a blink of an eye, he forgot about the fans of the opposite anchor, and coupled with the fact that the opposite shooter was really good, he was killed before he knew it.

Zhong Xincheng glanced at the map distractedly, and found that there was no shadow of Silence in his field of vision.He shifted w and retreated, and when he changed his perspective, he suddenly saw the spirit of the abyss who leaned out and crouched in the grass waiting for a long time.

The slender figure curved in a strange arc in the air, the blue ball in his hand radiated a blazing light, and the brief dizziness of the striking array fixed the black fire swordsman in place.The Spirit of the Abyss floated past the AD like a dance, and the swordsman's blood bar disappeared slowly.

The interface turned gray, and Zhong Xincheng was powerless to fight back.

A piece of 666 floated across the live broadcast room, Zhong Xincheng scratched his hair, casually clicked on the attribute panel, his face was calm, neither angry nor annoyed.

The message interface in the lower left corner popped up again, Zhong Xincheng glanced at it with an inexplicable expression:

[Spirit of the Abyss]: Do you feel my love?

If Wuyan was just an obscure and powerful anchor in Zhong Xincheng's heart before, today he has been promoted to the most annoying and powerful anchor, bar none.

Zhong Xincheng opened the shielding panel with ease, and with one click sent the opposing jungler into the [-]th floor of silent hell, and added an exclusive mark of the violent shooter who said he would die.

Most of the people watching the live broadcast in Zhong Xincheng's live broadcast room didn't realize that since Zhong Xincheng blocked it with one click, the jungler on the opposite side has never spoken again.

As if they had made an appointment, they really entered the silent game.

The competition in the top game was fierce, even Zhong Xincheng, a bot lane father, was a little bit stretched without support, and the opposite support had a strong ability to harass. As soon as he shows up, he will GANK.

The two tanks on the road retired peacefully, and the junglers on both sides have never patronized.On the way to the Nursing Home, down the road to the Shura Field, hitting Zhong Xincheng's heart.

The screen turned gray for the fourth time. Zhong Xincheng looked at the 4-4-0 record in the upper right corner, pulled himself out of the huge gaming chair, straightened his back, and sat upright as if he was about to enter the college entrance examination in the next second.

【This man is here】

[Tactical Forward Lean] [Tactical Forward Lean] [Tactical Forward Lean]

[Frenzy AD is coming]

【Enter your BGM】

Zhong Xincheng was not in the mood to read the content of the barrage, he lost his temper when Yan Wusheng killed him, his teeth were itchy, and he wanted to hammer this bastard to death on the bottom road and never turn over, let him experience the beatings of the society, teach him what it means to be humble and safe, to be closed You can do it all your life.

No one knew why the commentary that the silent film anchor Zhong Xincheng had agreed to was completely aborted 2 minutes after the start of the game. Everyone in the live broadcast room watched Zhong Xincheng sit still, sit upright, and sit murderously. The mouse and keyboard played a tyrannical concerto. Crackling sparks flashed and rose silently, the young man's eyes were glued to the screen, and the movement of switching perspectives was so fast that it was hard to see clearly.

Wave after wave of team battles erupted, and the Xuanhuo swordsman stabbed to death the spirit of the abyss jumping in the air. The ball thrown by the spirit of the abyss exploded on the spot, taking away the last trace of the swordsman's blood.The first tower, the second tower, the high ground, the entire canyon has become a duel between two people.

Zhong Xincheng switched to the resurrection armor in seconds, and a set of combos continued to increase in flashes. After the resurrection, he stood up and continued to explode output.The explosive jungler was about to cut the back row, Zhong Xincheng considerately left most of them to Yan Wusheng, and he greeted this thing warmly when he showed up.

The sky was dark, the sun was dark, the moon was dark, and the fans in the two live broadcast rooms gasped frequently, subconsciously feeling a little weird feeling like old lovers meeting and forgetting to fight each other...or the rivals were extremely jealous when they met.

What hatred and what resentment?The fire of enthusiasm almost burned through Mount Everest.

When the crystal explosion defeat appeared in front of his eyes, Zhong Xincheng hadn't been able to control his excessively trembling hands. He looked at the settlement panel belatedly, and saw the like sign that appeared out of thin air.

[Chess meets opponent, fight again in the next game] - [YSSS] gave [Don't want to talk] a thumbs up.

Zhong Xincheng was silent for a long time, until the friends in the live broadcast room were all terrified to discuss why he was stuck, so he rubbed his right hand holding the mouse, and calmly closed the settlement interface.

He has lost before, and the feeling of losing is always uncomfortable, but there is one more reason for the discomfort today: Yan Wusheng has one more head than him.

Zhong Xincheng glanced at the time, the hands of the small clock on the table pointed to ten, he took off the earphones on his head, bent down and took out a bag of potato chips from the snack box next to the seat.

【Come on, let's eat and broadcast】

[Don't lie to me to eat! 】

【Dry food without getting fat】

【Evil spirit retreats www】

[He used potato chips to scare me again...what's it like today]

Zhong Xincheng pinched the edge of the package and tore it open, then pointed the cover of the potato chips at the camera, his indifferent eyebrows and slender fingers flashed past, he grabbed the disposable gloves given by the duck neck last time, put it on, and chewed the potato chips slowly pharynx.

"It smells like charcoal-grilled crayfish." His voice was vague and softer than usual: "I saw it in the school supermarket yesterday and bought it casually."

He didn't chat with his fans for too long. After all, he was eating for nearly half an hour. Potato chips, lollipops, and dried fruits are more professional than eating and broadcasting. He focused on bringing goods in the middle of the night.Zhong Xincheng was full of food and drink and was about to download the broadcast, but when he exited, he suddenly saw the background message.

After cutting off the audio and recording the screen, Zhong Xincheng clicked on it and glanced at it to roughly understand the main content.

Some time ago, the ranking of the entertainment anchors’ combat power went smoothly and the response was very good. The live broadcast platform wanted to hold a series of joint activities of entertainment anchors on the list to consolidate their popularity. On Sunday, there will be a top ten star anchor league, and Zhong Xincheng will be invited to participate.

He moved his gaze down and stayed on the member list:

YSSS silently stood out.

Zhong Xincheng looked at it for a long time with a blank face, and the four letters made him see a sense of déjà vu of precious world-famous paintings.He licked the powder remaining on the potato chips on his lips, and set a countdown to the game on the mobile phone reminder.