What is a red-temperature top order?

Song Wen had just resumed broadcast for only one minute, and the live broadcast room was gone again.

This time, I directly gave Song Wen a 24-hour package.

Seeing the barrage of "UZI gave black a ban package", Song Wen left the broadcast helplessly.

He stood up and stretched, and saw three operations staff on the side slumped in chairs in various shapes, with expressions of despair on their faces.

"What's wrong, brother, are you sweating?"

Seeing that Song Wen could still greet him with a smile, the operator forced his tired body and mind to speak:

"The platform really can't handle the pressure anymore, so we can only temporarily ban your live broadcast room to calm down the trouble. Now in major APP malls, the praise rate of a certain Ya platform has dropped to two and a half stars, and it continues to do so. decline."

Song Wen raised his eyebrows.

"This is easy to handle."

He took out his mobile phone and logged into his Weibo directly.

[SB is suppressing new anchors and banning my live broadcast room? ! 】

Five minutes later, the operator hung up the phone with a complicated expression.

"Brother Wen, Huya personally called to say thank you."

Seeing that the matter was done, Song Wen stretched out and waved his hand: "Okay, let's go take a shower."

"Real bathing, fake bathing?"

Song Wen was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the operator behind him: "You are a very complicated guy!"

Watching Song Wen leave, the operation sighed with emotion.

"This brother, call him stupid. Just posting on Weibo can instantly improve Mou Ya's reputation. Call him smart. Why does he play UZI's group every day?"

The other two operators nodded and complained:

"It feels like all my years of operation have been in vain. When this brother is ruined, why don't our operations team accept him?"

…

Song Wen returned to the dormitory, lying on the bed with his posture clean and waiting.

He had some unpleasant troubles with Zhu Kai tonight and planned to confide in Song Wen.

"Brother Wen, how come you know so much about live broadcast effects?"

Looking at his posture with stars in his eyes, looking like a little fanboy, Song Wen said:

"Actually, you can do it too."

"I?"

He pointed his finger at himself, looking very unconfident.

He really liked Song Wen's live broadcast.

He is humble and polite, but his mouth can always make people mad. If you taste it carefully, there is also a bit of abstract philosophy contained in it.

Song Wen, who originally wanted to take a shower, simply sat down on the edge of the bed (his own bed). Faced with the unenlightened attitude, he decided to be a guide in the other person's life.

Song Wen spoke slowly and spoke with sincerity:

"Actually, you can do it. You just need to change your ID."

Seeing Song Wen's serious attitude, he instantly became interested.

"Replace it with what?"

"Change your attitude to pervert."

"..."

Seeing that his posture was almost perfect, Song Wen smiled and said:

"I'm not kidding you. First of all, you have to imagine yourself as a pervert and let go of your idol baggage, so that you can ride all the way on the road of abstract art."

Gesture sighed: "Brother, stop teasing me."

Seeing that his posture still looked unenlightened, Song Wen became anxious and opened his eyes wide.

"I'm serious, think about it, why do you think my live broadcast is good and why do you like to watch my live broadcast? Isn't it because you enjoy and yearn for this feeling in your heart? This proves that your appearance and your heart are now Paradoxically, there is actually a pervert living in your heart.”

Song Wen swore that he was not cheating.

After all, he had really seen the abstract appearance of the posture B later in the live broadcast.

Some people are perverts, but they just need someone to guide their inner desires.

Seeing Song Wen's serious look, he was obviously a little confused.

Zhu Kai stood outside the door. He originally wanted to inform Song Wen that the personnel department would discuss salary matters with him tomorrow, but before he could knock on the door, he heard the outrageous conversation between the two people inside.

"You mean...I'm a pervert?"

"Yes," Song Wen nodded seriously, "You are a pervert."

Zhu Kai lowered his raised hand silently and left quietly, just as he came quietly, but he took away a sea in his heart.

He frowned and thought for a moment, then murmured:

"Sometimes I do have some strange ideas..."

Seeing that the posture seemed to be awakening, Song Wen also became interested.

"What strange idea?"

His face turned red, he hesitated, and seemed a little embarrassed to speak.

Seeing this appearance, Song Wen hated iron and said:

"Why do you want face? Are you a pervert? What do you want face for?"

With Song Wen's encouragement, Ge Ge said softly:

"Every time I touch Gouba, I can't help but smell it. I think the smell is so refreshing."

"..."

"..."

The corner of Song Wen's mouth twitched, and his eyes looked at the posture as if he were looking at some strange creature.

The posture sighed, "Look..."

"That's it?"

"ah?"

"I said this is all you have?"

"Isn't this perverted enough?"

Song Wen frowned in thought and nodded: "It's indeed perverted, but it's still almost meaningless."

He looked at the posture and asked tentatively: "How about you post what you just said on Weibo?"

"..."

"Well, if you can say this, I think you have taken a big step. Come and learn from me now. I will say something, and you will say something."

Zhi Ge nodded, looking at Song Wen with a serious look on his face, determined to become the second biggest talker in the Sanke team.

"Put your hands up. No, you know rats, right? They're the source of the plague in the alliance. How does he hold a weapon? Oh, yes, that's right..."

Song Wen looked at the posture with his hands on his chest and said:

"The Gouba family is all gone! We're still here and still on the road, hey, you're so good, haha!"

The expression of the posture suddenly became wonderful.

Song Wen felt as if he was being despised and blushed a little.

"Are you going to learn how to ride a horse?!"

"Gou...eight...all the families want..."

"Forget it, forget it," Song Wen saw that his hands were shaking like Parkinson's disease due to shame in his posture, and he interrupted directly, "This may be because the emotions are not in place, then you can learn from this."

He coughed, trying to recall the abstract appearance of the gesture in his memory.

"Miracle Walker is still farming!!!"

His posture was slightly stunned, he opened his mouth, but he didn't fart for a long time.

"Forget it, you can figure it out yourself."

Song Wen stood up and walked towards the bathroom. His current posture was disgusting and unfamiliar to him, and he couldn't bear to look at it.

He thought for a while, turned around suddenly, and asked the gesture:

"What do you think of Teemo as a hero?"

The posture was stunned for a moment, and the smile was a little sweet.

"Timo is so cute."

"You, Teemo, are quite cute!"