Blame me for being a high-end player [Transmigration Book]

Who is ZZZ.

Chu Luo entered from his own client interface, and curiously entered the user's homepage.

I saw that ZZZ's account was empty, and no one followed him except him, let alone posted any news.

Zhou Huai asked Zuo Jiaming: "You owls still send zombie fans to newcomers?"

Zuo Jiaming snorted, "How is it possible?"

His first fan at that time was obtained after several hours of live broadcast, and it was not so easy for a new anchor to get started.

It's just that he thinks that Chu Luo's personality is quite characteristic, the game operation is good, and he is neither arrogant nor impatient, so maybe he can really do it soon.

Chu Luo didn't care much about the new fans. He hadn't done any game live broadcast yet, and as a new account, he had no reason to attract fans.

After much deliberation, it may be that his ID was exposed in Owl Caigou's live broadcast room that day, attracting bored people to watch.

I just registered the anchor account for two or three minutes and came to follow, but there was no one else.

"Maybe it was attracted by Caigou, don't worry about this ZZZ... I will start live broadcasting the game tomorrow, and gradually I will accumulate real fans."

Zhou Huai was still wondering, poking into the anchor account of how good Luoshen is today, and contributed a second attention: "Is this ZZZ really a fan sent by the platform? The new account registration has not been exposed, so I can only search for you by name. Some kind of boring person would do it."

On the other end, Yan Chao, who was bored to the point of insanity, watched a new visitor appear on the homepage of a user nicknamed ZZZ on his mobile phone, and his slender fingers paused on the screen.

Breathing slightly, he clicked in, and what caught his eye was the nickname Luoshen How Good Today, and the other party had already browsed his empty homepage.

Could it be him?

Yan Chao held uncertain thoughts, his eyelids drooped slightly, his sharp eyes were restrained, and his mood calmed down.

After Cai Xun said yesterday that the boy would start a live broadcast soon, he would click on the app to search how good Luoshen is today, and wait for the other party to register as an anchor account.

Just 5 minutes ago, he returned to the office after a meeting, and habitually opened the owl live broadcast to search for the name. He didn't hold out hope, but unexpectedly saw the other party's name pop up on the top of the screen.

The registration time is just 1 minute before.

It couldn't be more coincidental.

Yan Chao paid him attention.

He originally thought to pay attention to it first, and then take a look when he has time.

However, after clicking Follow, I hope that the other party will broadcast live immediately.

He wants to hear voices.

"Mr. Yan," Assistant Tan Yu called him, with a somewhat apprehensive tone, "Did you say you were going to the parking lot, and then I would take you home?"

"Well, yes." Yan Chao put away the phone rationally.

He hung his suit on his arm, walked out of the office, took the elevator down to the underground parking lot, and was driven back to the villa area by his assistant.

When he got home, the tired Yan Chao felt relieved for a moment.

However, this relaxation didn't last long, when he saw the housekeeper knocking on the door of Chu Luo's guest room, and there were two knocks every so often, but no one inside answered.

"Master Chu? Are you inside? Can you open the door?"

Yan Chao looked at the housekeeper whose back was at the corner of the stairs, couldn't help frowning and asked, "What did Chu Luo do?"

Butler: "...and did nothing."

Instead, I didn't do anything, and I didn't even eat lunch for two days.

The butler truthfully told Yan Chao that he hadn't had lunch for the past two days, put down his hand knocking on the door, and said awkwardly: "I don't know what's going on, but I didn't open the door after knocking for several minutes. He doesn't seem to be in the room."

After speaking, the housekeeper remembered that the windows had been sealed long ago, leaving only a low window for ventilation, so it was impossible for Chu Luo to get out.

Yan Chao naturally ignored the bug in the butler's words, and put his suit on the back of the sofa, wondering what kind of tricks the adopted son of the Chu family was playing this time, whether he was intermittently on hunger strike.

"He won't open the door?"

The housekeeper said yes, and saw Yan Chao walking up the stairs.

There was a note on the door of the guest room with three lines of scrawled words on it.

- In a bad mood.

-Poor appetite.

- Do Not Disturb.

The words are well written.

Yan Chao looked away from the words in silence, bent his index finger, and knocked twice on the door.

He was already mentally prepared that he would not be able to knock on the door like the housekeeper, and was going to find someone to forcibly pick the lock of the door.

Unexpectedly, the door opened after he knocked on it.

Chu Luo had just turned into a piece of paper and came back, quickly messed up his hair, changed his sweater into pajamas, and prepared to pretend to be sleepy like yesterday to fool the housekeeper.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, he saw that familiar and handsome face.

Chu Luo originally planned to yawn symbolically, but now he froze in the middle of the yawn.

The last time the two confronted head-to-head was Chu Luo's first day in the book.

Ten days have passed since now.

Appreciating him, Yan Chao yawned halfway, and seeing that Chu Luo was planning to play tricks, he raised his lips and said coolly, "Your hair is messy, you just woke up?"

Chu Luo: "..."

Chu Luo pretended to be dead: "Yes."

Yan Chao continued to ask, "Didn't you hear me after knocking on the door outside for so long?"

Of course Chu Luo heard it, the knock on the door just 2 minutes ago was like urging him to die, forcing him to climb the wall with a thin piece of paper against the cold wind, and knocked on his waist when he turned into a person from the window.

In order to hide the secret, he had no choice but to pretend that he was really sleepy, leaning on the palm of the door frame to support his head: "I heard, I don't want to open."

Yan Chao raised his eyebrows slightly, and found that Chu Luo said rebellious words with this cute face, which would make him feel very strange.

Think he's cute, but he's not supposed to be cute.

With restrained and scrutinizing eyes, Yan Chao took off the note on the door, looked down, and asked, "There are a lot of excuses... What do you mean by bad mood, bad appetite, and Do Not Disturb written on this piece of paper?"

Chu Luo leaned against the door frame, lowered her head, looked up, and raised her hand to pat her fluffy and soft hair: "Well, it literally means that my appetite has decreased, and I have become more lethargic."

Yan Chao picked up his words: "So for two consecutive days I slept until after six o'clock in the evening, and didn't even eat lunch."

"Chu Luo, do you think I'm easy to deceive?"

Chu Luo couldn't hide this from Yan Chao.

It was obvious that Yan Chao was suspicious of what he was doing during this time.

But he was not nervous, the windows of the room were sealed by Yan Chao, and the gate of the villa downstairs was guarded by bodyguards, normal people could not escape.

No matter how clever Yan Chao was, he would never have guessed that he could turn into a piece of paper and slip out from behind the villa.

After playing the game for two days, he earned tens of thousands of bonuses, and even rented a house a few kilometers away from here to be an anchor.

Thinking of this, Chu Luo became confident.

He leaned forward slightly, and seemed to say to Yan Chao ambiguously: "It's not easy to lie, or if you have the ability to guess what I did, I will tell you if you guess right."

Anyone who is familiar with Chu Luo knows that sometimes Chu Luo pretends to be provocative.

This time even someone like Yan Chao who was not familiar with him could feel it.

But provocation aside, he feels a little flirtatious.

Yan Chao slightly distanced himself from Chu Luo.

distance.

Be sure to keep your distance.

Even if Chu Luo looks like the boy in his dream, he can't stand getting too close to Chu Luo.

After all, he really likes someone else.

And that person, he will soon know.

Chu Luo saw that Yan Chao deliberately opened the distance, and his mouth opened slightly into an "o" shape. If the original owner was not asked by Yan Chao himself, Chu Luo would really doubt whether the original owner had Yan Chao's handle , forcing him to be his father.

Otherwise, how could it make him feel like his roles were reversed?

Yan Chao: "I'm not interested in guessing. As long as you don't cause me trouble, you can do whatever you want in this house, but it's best to eat three meals on time. I don't want to see you get stomach problems then."

What I said earlier was quite heartless.

So much so that the second half of the sentence "Three meals are best eaten on time" doesn't seem like what he would say.

Chu Luo withdrew his ambiguous gesture, and took this opportunity to ask: "Then can I go out to play?"

Yan Chao thought of Er Shao Chu's great achievements of jumping out of the window to go to an Internet cafe, and said without hesitation: "No."

Chu Luo snorted, and said softly, "Okay."

In fact, who wants to go out and ask if you can?

Chu Luo finished fooling Yan Chao, closed the door, opened the closet humming a tune, and saw the sweater she just came back to change.

The sweater was still scattered in the closet.

The Yan family couldn't stop him.

As usual, Chu Luo slipped out in the morning, the note was pasted correctly, blocked the housekeeper with the excuse of bad appetite, the door was locked tightly, and as soon as he left the villa area, he took a car to his newly rented house.

The rented house has a good orientation.

The morning sun slanted in through the window, illuminating Chu Luo's fair skin with a soft color.

He sat on the gaming chair, put on a dark-colored headset, rested his fingers on the mouse, briefly browsed the homepage recommendation of Owl Live, and opened the Desperate Gunslinger client.

Unfortunately, the game I just downloaded yesterday will have an update package installed today.

It took Chu Luo a long time to download it before he climbed up, and his brain was choosing between single row, double row and triple row.

In the friend list, Zuo Jiaming probably stayed up all night to catch up on the live broadcast, and Zhou Huai had a big class in the morning.

The rest are people who added him in the Internet cafe yesterday, they are not very familiar with them, and they don't want to take the initiative to invite them.

Although Zhou Huai doesn't have time to watch the live broadcast now, but he has time to catch fish in class, the messages sent to Chu Luo are like machine guns.

[Zhou Huai: Have you started the live broadcast? 】

[Zhou Huai: Good son, I can't wait for your father]

[Zhou Huai: Dad is going to give you a gift and become the big brother on the list]

【Chu Luo: You can't afford to be my big brother】

【Zhou Huai: Good guy】

[Zhou Huai:? ?so loud]

【Chu Luo: Go to class well, you】

The corner of Chu Luo's mouth slightly raised.

The rookie anchor is not easy to mix.

First of all, the number of viewers is small. With no experience, new anchors are likely to become passive in order to interact, and ask and answer questions with the audience stiffly.

The second is the skill of speaking during the game. How to insert words with your own style at the right time to make the live broadcast vivid and attract the audience to continue to pay attention is a technical task.

"I haven't played other games much. Recently, I have only played Deadly Gunslinger, a gun game with high playability. I haven't explored many gameplays yet, but after reading the online strategy, I am very interested in giving it a try."

At first, Chu Luo was a little uncomfortable as a rookie anchor, but soon after a few simple words, he gradually became better.

He moved his finger and clicked the mouse to enter the three-row match, and his speech was not fast: "It's good to play three rows for the first time. The third row is more exciting. Although I play less, I don't cheat my teammates... On the first day of the broadcast, let's have a drink Friends come to score."

Chu Luo adjusted to the live broadcast room, saw the number of viewers was 1, paused with his fingertips, and later realized that the water friend gave him a pump: "Forgot this is a new account, it seems that there is nothing to smoke, the only audience... "

He saw the sentence "ZZZ come to the live broadcast room" just displayed in the chat box.

"—Is ZZZ coming?"

The user who was suspected of being a zombie fan yesterday was actually the first viewer in his live broadcast room.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-12-0123:58:34~2021-12-0400:19:34期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 4 bottles of nine branches; 2 bottles of dandelion;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!