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People's changes are always abrupt and outrageous, and the arrival of fate always catches people off guard, especially for Zhong Xincheng.

He never thought that one day he would start to reflect on whether his style and live broadcasting methods are still lacking as a "game anchor" - the reason is that Yan Wusheng said at the end of the chat: "Tomorrow, there will be no fans." Alright, another day."

Zhong Xincheng politely expressed his understanding, quit the game and turned off the computer, picked up the toiletries from the shelf, stood up, grabbed a towel and walked to the bathroom.While brushing his teeth, he was still repeating what Yan Wusheng said earlier.

He swears that he has never had a strong curiosity about "why an anchor attracts fans so frequently".

Uncharacteristically, before going to bed with his mobile phone, he stumbled into the homepage of Yan Wusheng's live broadcast.

Yan Wusheng's homepage is rarely in line with his flashy style. His name and ID number are written on the clean black-and-white interface. The crit".

Which patient with advanced stage II disease was discharged from the hospital?This foreword does not match the afterword, ah?

The types of Yan Wusheng's videos are basically live broadcasts, and the number of fans of over one million is also accumulated in the live broadcast room, but he is keen on attracting fans, and most of them have younger sisters.In addition to a large number of hero teaching videos, fan collections account for half of the portfolio.

After clicking on it, the dazzling barrage almost sent away Zhong Xincheng, a strict elderly aesthetic guy, with colorful "brother love me again", "brother, I'm fine again", "brother, rain and dew are all wet", "congratulations to this b" floating around Go, Zhong Xincheng leaned back tactically, his face twisted together, just like a subway grandfather looking at his phone.jpg.

Speech without sound is fancy show off, this person enjoys it, and the reputation of the king of spraying is well-deserved, but whether to spray depends on the battle situation and mood.Zhong Xincheng flipped through several videos, and some of them acted silently like a high-scoring machine, uncharacteristically silent;

Of course, the reputation points were also sent directly to Wang Yanghai, and they were all lost.

Yan Wusheng made a video, and it is said that he was banned from the peak competition due to his poor credit score.Afterwards, he explained that something happy happened to him in the third dimension. He accidentally failed to control his ups and downs, and let the excess energy accidentally hurt the poor people and the young and cute fish eggs in the fish pond.

This is irritating, and this kind of scourge should be banned.

It's really not suitable for Zhong Xincheng to bring fans or something, he still likes to play solo queue.

What he knows is limited to the silent way of attracting fans: double row and top score.But he's not sure if the vast majority of streamers will.Before the practice, Zhong Xincheng planned to do a comprehensive research in order to achieve the most satisfactory results.

Then, he boarded the browser.

"Excuse me: How do anchors usually get followers?"

"Thank you for the invitation. If you want to be an excellent anchor, you must first have good looks. You don't have to be too handsome, you can be comparable to Wu Yanzu; secondly, you must have a good voice, and comrades who are five or three thick can avoid it by themselves. If you have a cold, don't broadcast it, don't scare the fans; It would be even better if you have the skills, if you don’t have the skills, you can chat, what can’t be said about the livestock of the seven aunts and the eight aunts, and the dogs of the grandma’s house..."

"Thank you for the invitation, I have been a fan of my profession for ten years, and I feel that my wallet is short of money..."

"Would you like to try our anchor development one-stop service: anchor quality training, personality packaging, operation team, super room management, reasonable price, comprehensive service and free shipping for life, if it is not popular, I lose! The discounted price is only 998!"

"Thank you, I have everything in my dream."

What are these things?

Zhong Xincheng sighed, and felt that these ghost things that came from nowhere were as simple and rude as the silent method. He was just about to turn off the phone when he suddenly saw a comment with a red mark.

"Thank you, as an excellent anchor, you actually need to pay attention to skills in attracting followers: first of all, you should be familiar with the top few fans list and tipping list, and when attracting followers, you should use various natural and unexpected reasons to subtly bring them Reward No.1, to inspire the enthusiasm of the public; you don’t need too much interaction with fans on weekdays, especially in private messages, but you must have a certain understanding of big fans; the third and most important point: rain and dew are even..."

Rain and dew soaked.

It seems that only this person called [I ran away three pairs of shoes to chase my boyfriend] replied decently, because regardless of right or wrong, it is rare for Zhong Xincheng to find out that he doesn't know anything about his big fan .

Where is his fan list?

Putting down his phone, Zhong Xincheng flipped through two pages on his anchor information interface and found the real-time fan interaction list and the fan vitality list. The number one name made him raise his eyebrows.

【Qingya Tears·Phantom Butterfly·Ice Snow Dance】

Personality signature: Stretch out my hand, I can't hold it tenderly.

Zhong Xincheng: ...

Why does he have a non-mainstream Mary Su vision with his big fan?

During the live broadcast on weekends, Yan Wusheng's stealthy double-row combat method really had a miraculous effect. Zhong Xincheng had never received such a big gift. The barrage in the live broadcast room was like the smoke and dust ejected from the Shenzhou [-] when it went to the sky. Can't see it.

"Brother! You're actually in duo with Yangou???"

"A good relationship is not good? Could it be that you are using a script of falling in love and killing each other?"

"Brother, you are not kind, our Italian guns have moved out, you two shook hands and made peace?"

"Virtual Shaking One Gun"

"Seeing that it rises tall, and seeing it collapse!"

"We're going to pick up the records, you two are in duo! You're still sneaking!!"

"Brother open your mouth, talk, don't eat lollipops! Eating candy is useless!"

"What's the matter???"

The screen full of "speech" flashed past, Zhong Xincheng took advantage of the leisure time on weekends and planned to broadcast for a while, but before the first round started, he was blocked by fans in the live broadcast room and couldn't do without it.He licked the lollipop with only one stick left in his hand. The reddish strawberry flavor made the tip of his tongue a little scarlet. He licked the teeth and said casually: "It's nothing."

"What! This is about our honor!"

"We can't compromise with our opponent!"

"So what do you two have?"

"Oh, it's so worrying for you two to mess around!"

"Why is there a Northeast accent in front?"

"I don't talk like that in Nagada in Northeast China!"

"My family's master and the opponent's family are in a double row without our knowledge?"

"Ha guess Yangou fans are going crazy."

"Brother, have you two colluded?"

"Outrageous outrageous outrageous."

"I didn't collude with you, and I didn't lie to you." Zhong Xincheng really couldn't stand this group of noisy children. He had long thought that keen fans would find out the clues, but he didn't expect such a strong reaction.He and Yan Wusheng made an appointment to complete this round of business, so he had to force himself to make up nonsense in full view of everyone.

A certain person didn't even blink his eyes when he told a lie. He looked at the camera calmly, and said every word, with the finished candy paper in his hand.The grinning child on the cover shows his white teeth, and smiles at the camera with a distorted face.

"We've known each other before."

"Why do you mention him? Isn't it good for each to play his own way?"

"The relationship is not bad."

Zhong Xincheng answered the more targeted questions on the barrage, and answered generously, but the answers were vague.A line of small red characters floated across the bullet screen, and asked him: "Then why did you deliberately trick him in the previous game, and you were tortured and killed by him before?"

This matter was indeed the focus of previous fan struggles between the two sides, and Zhong Xincheng felt the need to respond.

Although he is deliberately revenge.

Who hasn't lost their temper yet?

"Technical anchors are not omnipotent. If they can't be saved, they can't be saved. There are still people who sell their teammates in the professional arena." Zhong Xincheng said.

"What's more." Zhong Xincheng typed a few words on the keyboard casually, he hesitated to speak, and it took a long time before he continued: "Yan Wusheng didn't seem to say that I cheated him."

Indeed, Yan Wusheng didn't say this, he had already broadcast it earlier, saying that he was going to eat bird's nest stewed with three flower elbows and brown sugar with his roommate.

The rhythm band ended not long after, because Zhong Xincheng suddenly said that he wanted to be a fan.

"God brother, do you know what you're talking about??"

"Is my brother's account hacked?"

"It is necessary to report it to the Superintendent to see if his master is a ghost."

"Oh, I must have entered the wrong live broadcast room, let me take a look...ZXC5555...Is the room number correct?"

"This man just said he was a fan? Daifen?"

"Ah, why am I suddenly a little scared?"

"Someone finally remembered he wasn't a mime."

"Actually, the pantomime masters in the music section talk more than my brother."

"It hurts in the front."

Zhong Xincheng glanced at the frantically dancing bullet chatting across the screen, exhaled twice into the microphone, cleared his throat and said, "That's right, with fans, double rows."

The barrage on the screen started to dance again, and the pink beating heart was getting more and more outrageous.Zhong Xincheng saw gifts thrown out without money, and it seemed that he didn't expect his words to be so exciting.

"Don't give it away, today I bring fans, not fans take me." Zhong Xincheng licked the dead skin at the corner of his mouth, and scrolled the mouse wheel twice before he found what he wanted to say.

The gifts are still being brushed, and the brushing is even more vigorous.

"I really don't want it anymore, I will play games with you today."

"Do you know how to bring fans??? I bet you don't know."

"Outrageous, outrageous, outrageous..."

"Hahaha new skill point get!"

"Brother, come and spoil us!!"

The discordant voices were overwhelmed by the powdered barrage. Zhong Xincheng was just about to open the random lottery software to draw a pair of lucky children, when he suddenly saw the reward bar on the left scrolling frantically.

[Qingya Shanglei? Phantom Butterfly? Ice Snow Dance] Reward anchor [Zxinc] 99 love balloons!

A string of pink balloons was flying all over the sky, Zhong Xincheng was at a loss as he watched the long string of IDs keep scrolling, and a small 1 yuan was credited in an instant.

"Brother, can you accompany me in a double row, woohoo!"

The symbolic red font of the crown powder suddenly appeared in the middle of the screen, and the balloon gift was still floating, the child asked.

Is this the power of your v8?

"Brother Xincheng kills you every step of the way!"

"Brother Xincheng, I am your loyal fan!!"

"Ah, brother, look at me!"

After the live broadcast for so long, Zhong Xincheng saw fanatical fans squatting at the door of the live broadcast room all day waiting for him to start the broadcast, and was the first to rush in to send a greeting message.But such a fanatical... is the first one.

"You have to bring fans one by one." Zhong Xincheng said in embarrassment.

He clicked on the lottery interface that he had prepared beforehand, chatted casually with the fans and started shaking, but the result was surprising.

Congratulations to [Qingya Shanglei? Phantom Butterfly? Ice Snow Dance] for becoming the Chosen One!

"Congratulations on this b"

"Congratulations on this b"

"Congratulations on this b"

"..."

Puzzled, Zhong Xincheng looked at the long list of Mary Su's nicknames on the screen, and was speechless for a long time before he choked out a 'yes'.

Will krypton gold become Europe?Then why did he spend thousands of dollars in his own card game and didn't get a single SSR?

Zhong Xincheng added a kid's account with a large size, and when he clicked on it, he saw Sailor Moon's avatar in a sailor suit, and the glittering golden special effects were full of Chuan Er's atmosphere.He hasn't had close contact with a child of this age for a long time, and the anchor, who is not good at talking, doesn't know how to start the topic.

What can I chat with fans?daily?game?technology?

Neither seems to be good.

Fortunately, Zhong Xincheng's fans are very considerate, and they fully understand the fact that their anchor took a dumb character.Since entering the game, the two have a clear division of labor: Zhong Xincheng is responsible for leading the flight, and the children are responsible for blowing rainbow farts.

"Brother is so powerful! Three kills!"

"Brother, let me give you a sip, hey hey don't go!"

"Is it super detailed for me to carry the tower?"

"The opposite AD and the middle lane are surrounded by us!"

"Fight back, hit back, hit back!"

Zhong Xincheng was able to save the child who was brought in with a set of consecutive moves. She stood on the pile of corpses and typed with her bloody body, and it seemed that she didn't even use voice input very often.

"Brother Xincheng, can we still be together?"

"Would you like to take one more game?"

"Can I continue to bring fans tomorrow?"

In principle, yes, Zhong Xincheng is fine anyway, he used to dislike noisy people playing games, but now he suddenly feels that...it's not so unacceptable.

Perhaps it was influenced by Yan Wusheng before, this little noise is too childish compared to trolls like Yan Wusheng.

Before the raised fingertips landed on the keyboard, the phone on the table vibrated suddenly, and then the ringtone of the chat software was transmitted into the live broadcast room along the headset.

Crisp forest music danced in the silent room, Zhong Xincheng turned off the sound button.He turned around while holding the phone, the tall seat back blocked his figure, leaving only a small section of fluffy hair barely in the mirror.

"Hello?" Zhong Xincheng said softly, even though he knew that he had turned off the radio in the live broadcast room, he subconsciously chose to speak in a low voice, for fear of being heard.

A female voice came from the other end of the phone, seeming a little anxious and pleading.

Not long after, when Zhong Xincheng turned around again, he apologized to everyone in the studio.