Chapter 12 The Fast-Paced Era
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Mo Bi Mei Le Mo
After eating, Jiang Lang patted his stomach and lay down comfortably on the sofa.
To be honest, he doesn't want to move anywhere now, let alone go out, the sun is so hot outside, what should he do if he gets sunburned, and there are so many people who died of "heat stroke" in the news a while ago, he doesn't want to take risks.
After thinking about it, he took out his phone and started the live broadcast.
In this fast-paced era, live broadcasts and short videos have more or less become a part of human daily life, and Jiang Lang happens to like watching live broadcasts.
Huya - Dance Area
"Thank you big brother for sending me 10x Huya No. [-], I love you, huh!" A sweet-looking female anchor showed her love to the big brother in the live broadcast room, and the big waves on her chest trembled.
"Fuck! Big brother is domineering, 1 yuan is just like that."
"Why don't you say it's Big Brother!"
"It's a pity, another anchor is about to be forced."
"..."
While everyone was discussing, some harsh language suddenly appeared in the lively live broadcast room.
"No, you didn't see that the curtains at the back are all deformed. In reality, it's probably scary!"
"That's, that's..."
"Where did you come from, little blackie, get out of here!"
Jiang Lang also had fun watching it, and he also noticed that there was something wrong with the curtains behind, but it didn't matter, it was just a look anyway, and he didn't want to suffer, no matter what happened to him in reality.
Seeing the increasingly hot rhythm of the live broadcast, Jiang Lang smiled, and followed suit by playing three dog heads on the public screen.
However, what he didn't expect was that the live broadcast interface turned into a black screen in the next second.
Jiang Lang was slightly taken aback, and almost couldn't help being rude.
Fuck you, uncle, I kicked me with three dog heads, do you want to be so awesome?
I was annoyed for a while, and changed to a larger size.
Uh... It's also a first-class trumpet. After all, I used to be poor, reluctant to spend money, and only loved whoring for free.
He returned to the live broadcast room, and Aite typed on the public screen the room manager who kicked him out.
"Lao-management just sent three dog heads and kicked me?"
However, what he didn't expect was that the next second, the screen of the phone went black again.
Hey!
Kicked labor and management again!
Jiang Lang's mind was about to explode at this moment.
Looking at the black screen of the phone, he shook his head and sighed helplessly.
In the circle of live broadcasting, rich is the uncle!No money, no fart!
10x Huya No. 1, is [-] yuan, not the rich second generation, how many people dare to play like this?
I tapped the screen with my finger, and switched directly to other anchors to watch, out of sight and out of mind.
In the live broadcast room, the anchor Chu Chu covered her mouth and smiled.
"Thank you Brother Chao for helping me kick these little black fans. It doesn't cost me a penny, and I still come to the live broadcast room to lead the rhythm. It's really hateful!"
She hates these stinky dicks, they don't have a penny, and they beat each other every day.
What happened to her beauty?That host doesn't like beauty.
If it weren't for her high beauty, would the big brothers like it?Will it be consumed in her live broadcast room?
This guy's name is "The First Wave of the Rivers and Lakes". Although he doesn't have anything disgusting to say, but his level is only one level, there is a high probability that he is a prostitute, so what if he gets kicked?
As long as it makes the elder brother happy, she doesn't mind kicking a few more.
"It's a trivial matter! These little black fans like to mess up the rhythm and have low quality, let's leave them alone!"
"How short are you on this week's mission, I'll check it out for you later!" the administrator Super Little Steel Pao typed on the public screen.
And this scene made many passers-by displeased and complained to Jiang Lang.
"When labor and capital are convinced, they will send you a dog's head, and you will kick them out. Why don't you be so overbearing."
"And what kind of b-shape is the curtain behind that, I don't have a clue."
"..."
It's a pity that these passers-by who fought for Jiang Lang were kicked out of the live broadcast room one after another, and the number of people was reduced by half in an instant.
Seeing that there are fewer and fewer people in the live broadcast room, feeling a little uncomfortable, the host Chu Chu quickly said: "Forget it, Brother Chao, don't be as knowledgeable as these people, so as not to affect your mood."
"Don't worry, I'm in a good mood!"
"Brother Chao, let me dance for you!"
"Alright! It's been a long time since I saw you dancing, so I'll show you the treasure map if you dance well!"
"Brother Chao is domineering! I'll start right away!" Chu Chu smiled blushingly, twisted her waist and started to jump up.
Then the rhythm of dynamic music sounded, and the live broadcast room became calm again.
And here, Jiang Lang walked around and found that there was nothing he liked, just as he was about to get off the plane.
suddenly.
A pop-up window popped up on the phone.
"Ding! The anchor you are following, Sheng Xia-Yi'er, is broadcasting live, please watch quickly!"
Jiang Lang clicked in.
This anchor was the only anchor that Jiang Lang followed in Huya.
She is very beautiful, with long hair, slender waist and big waves, especially those eyes, like a fox, very attractive.
However, Jiang Lang didn't pay attention to her because of this, but because the anchor Sheng Xia Yi'er sang very well.
When he was an intern before, after a busy day, he would feel much relieved when he heard the anchor's singing.
It's a pity that I dress too conservatively, wasting such a good figure, and I don't know much about chatting.
It's been almost a year since Jiang Lang's attention, and there are still only a dozen people, which is really pitifully small, and I don't know how to keep going.
Click into the live broadcast room, and you can see that the anchor Yier is holding a guitar and singing a cappella.
"Walking in the wind, the sun is so gentle today..."
"I don't know, I don't know, I don't want it, why does my heart..."
"Clearly wanting to get closer, but the lonely Liming..."
After the song "Gentleness" was sung, the few listeners in the live broadcast room listened to it one after another.
Jiang Lang also swiped one as usual, following the trend.
"Thank you for your support!" Yi'er smiled lightly.
She looked at the public screen and raised her brows: "Yo! Brother Lang has gone home, and won't be staying in the gentle hometown of other female anchors."
There were not many people in her live broadcast room, and she remembered Jiang Lang's ID very clearly. She was one of the few loyal fans who supported her since the start of the broadcast. Although she hadn't made any money, she was familiar with it.
"It's not that I'm homesick. Of course I want to come back." Jiang Lang typed.
As usual, the few hardcore fans and the host started chatting.
suddenly.
[The user "Old Wang next door" gave the host Huya No. 1 x[-], everyone, come and watch! 〕
Someone brushed the rocket in the live broadcast room, which naturally attracted many people.
"Brother Wang is awesome!"
"Hold Brother Wang's thigh tightly!"
"Bring tea to the boss!"
"..." The live broadcast became lively.
Yi'er was slightly taken aback, as if she didn't expect someone to offer a gift, and then she reacted, and said with a sweet smile: "Thanks to Brother Wang for Huya No. [-], what song Brother Wang wants to hear, I can sing a song."
"Old Wang next door" sent four words on the public screen.
"Eighteen Touches"
This directly made many passing water friends happy, and directly brought the rhythm.
"Brother Wang deserves to be Brother Wang, you're so damn bad!"
"Is this Huangge? I've got the paper ready."
"Wait for the anchor to be blocked, I have already started recording the screen."
"The anchor sings quickly, the local tyrants have spoken, what are you talking about?"
This scene also made Jiang Lang slightly frowned...
To be honest, he doesn't want to move anywhere now, let alone go out, the sun is so hot outside, what should he do if he gets sunburned, and there are so many people who died of "heat stroke" in the news a while ago, he doesn't want to take risks.
After thinking about it, he took out his phone and started the live broadcast.
In this fast-paced era, live broadcasts and short videos have more or less become a part of human daily life, and Jiang Lang happens to like watching live broadcasts.
Huya - Dance Area
"Thank you big brother for sending me 10x Huya No. [-], I love you, huh!" A sweet-looking female anchor showed her love to the big brother in the live broadcast room, and the big waves on her chest trembled.
"Fuck! Big brother is domineering, 1 yuan is just like that."
"Why don't you say it's Big Brother!"
"It's a pity, another anchor is about to be forced."
"..."
While everyone was discussing, some harsh language suddenly appeared in the lively live broadcast room.
"No, you didn't see that the curtains at the back are all deformed. In reality, it's probably scary!"
"That's, that's..."
"Where did you come from, little blackie, get out of here!"
Jiang Lang also had fun watching it, and he also noticed that there was something wrong with the curtains behind, but it didn't matter, it was just a look anyway, and he didn't want to suffer, no matter what happened to him in reality.
Seeing the increasingly hot rhythm of the live broadcast, Jiang Lang smiled, and followed suit by playing three dog heads on the public screen.
However, what he didn't expect was that the live broadcast interface turned into a black screen in the next second.
Jiang Lang was slightly taken aback, and almost couldn't help being rude.
Fuck you, uncle, I kicked me with three dog heads, do you want to be so awesome?
I was annoyed for a while, and changed to a larger size.
Uh... It's also a first-class trumpet. After all, I used to be poor, reluctant to spend money, and only loved whoring for free.
He returned to the live broadcast room, and Aite typed on the public screen the room manager who kicked him out.
"Lao-management just sent three dog heads and kicked me?"
However, what he didn't expect was that the next second, the screen of the phone went black again.
Hey!
Kicked labor and management again!
Jiang Lang's mind was about to explode at this moment.
Looking at the black screen of the phone, he shook his head and sighed helplessly.
In the circle of live broadcasting, rich is the uncle!No money, no fart!
10x Huya No. 1, is [-] yuan, not the rich second generation, how many people dare to play like this?
I tapped the screen with my finger, and switched directly to other anchors to watch, out of sight and out of mind.
In the live broadcast room, the anchor Chu Chu covered her mouth and smiled.
"Thank you Brother Chao for helping me kick these little black fans. It doesn't cost me a penny, and I still come to the live broadcast room to lead the rhythm. It's really hateful!"
She hates these stinky dicks, they don't have a penny, and they beat each other every day.
What happened to her beauty?That host doesn't like beauty.
If it weren't for her high beauty, would the big brothers like it?Will it be consumed in her live broadcast room?
This guy's name is "The First Wave of the Rivers and Lakes". Although he doesn't have anything disgusting to say, but his level is only one level, there is a high probability that he is a prostitute, so what if he gets kicked?
As long as it makes the elder brother happy, she doesn't mind kicking a few more.
"It's a trivial matter! These little black fans like to mess up the rhythm and have low quality, let's leave them alone!"
"How short are you on this week's mission, I'll check it out for you later!" the administrator Super Little Steel Pao typed on the public screen.
And this scene made many passers-by displeased and complained to Jiang Lang.
"When labor and capital are convinced, they will send you a dog's head, and you will kick them out. Why don't you be so overbearing."
"And what kind of b-shape is the curtain behind that, I don't have a clue."
"..."
It's a pity that these passers-by who fought for Jiang Lang were kicked out of the live broadcast room one after another, and the number of people was reduced by half in an instant.
Seeing that there are fewer and fewer people in the live broadcast room, feeling a little uncomfortable, the host Chu Chu quickly said: "Forget it, Brother Chao, don't be as knowledgeable as these people, so as not to affect your mood."
"Don't worry, I'm in a good mood!"
"Brother Chao, let me dance for you!"
"Alright! It's been a long time since I saw you dancing, so I'll show you the treasure map if you dance well!"
"Brother Chao is domineering! I'll start right away!" Chu Chu smiled blushingly, twisted her waist and started to jump up.
Then the rhythm of dynamic music sounded, and the live broadcast room became calm again.
And here, Jiang Lang walked around and found that there was nothing he liked, just as he was about to get off the plane.
suddenly.
A pop-up window popped up on the phone.
"Ding! The anchor you are following, Sheng Xia-Yi'er, is broadcasting live, please watch quickly!"
Jiang Lang clicked in.
This anchor was the only anchor that Jiang Lang followed in Huya.
She is very beautiful, with long hair, slender waist and big waves, especially those eyes, like a fox, very attractive.
However, Jiang Lang didn't pay attention to her because of this, but because the anchor Sheng Xia Yi'er sang very well.
When he was an intern before, after a busy day, he would feel much relieved when he heard the anchor's singing.
It's a pity that I dress too conservatively, wasting such a good figure, and I don't know much about chatting.
It's been almost a year since Jiang Lang's attention, and there are still only a dozen people, which is really pitifully small, and I don't know how to keep going.
Click into the live broadcast room, and you can see that the anchor Yier is holding a guitar and singing a cappella.
"Walking in the wind, the sun is so gentle today..."
"I don't know, I don't know, I don't want it, why does my heart..."
"Clearly wanting to get closer, but the lonely Liming..."
After the song "Gentleness" was sung, the few listeners in the live broadcast room listened to it one after another.
Jiang Lang also swiped one as usual, following the trend.
"Thank you for your support!" Yi'er smiled lightly.
She looked at the public screen and raised her brows: "Yo! Brother Lang has gone home, and won't be staying in the gentle hometown of other female anchors."
There were not many people in her live broadcast room, and she remembered Jiang Lang's ID very clearly. She was one of the few loyal fans who supported her since the start of the broadcast. Although she hadn't made any money, she was familiar with it.
"It's not that I'm homesick. Of course I want to come back." Jiang Lang typed.
As usual, the few hardcore fans and the host started chatting.
suddenly.
[The user "Old Wang next door" gave the host Huya No. 1 x[-], everyone, come and watch! 〕
Someone brushed the rocket in the live broadcast room, which naturally attracted many people.
"Brother Wang is awesome!"
"Hold Brother Wang's thigh tightly!"
"Bring tea to the boss!"
"..." The live broadcast became lively.
Yi'er was slightly taken aback, as if she didn't expect someone to offer a gift, and then she reacted, and said with a sweet smile: "Thanks to Brother Wang for Huya No. [-], what song Brother Wang wants to hear, I can sing a song."
"Old Wang next door" sent four words on the public screen.
"Eighteen Touches"
This directly made many passing water friends happy, and directly brought the rhythm.
"Brother Wang deserves to be Brother Wang, you're so damn bad!"
"Is this Huangge? I've got the paper ready."
"Wait for the anchor to be blocked, I have already started recording the screen."
"The anchor sings quickly, the local tyrants have spoken, what are you talking about?"
This scene also made Jiang Lang slightly frowned...
