Are you crazy? Why are you dating the evil god again?

Chapter 267 Anchor (1)

"I'm not saying that I can be anyone's big brother. I give you so much money every day and help you play PK. Why do I do this? Isn't it because I hope you can get better?"

"Recently, I've seen the popularity of the broadcasters next to you who are in the same period as you is increasing, and there are more and more big brothers. I'm also anxious. I like you so much and don't want you to lose. But I can't beat the big brothers in other broadcast rooms by myself."

"Cicada, we must do something new to attract other new big brothers."

"Look at those guys next door, they've all come up with new ideas, but you're still relying on your looks. But you're not the only one with good looks. You'll be eliminated sooner or later."

"Please think about this carefully."

...

Wen Chan just woke up and found herself lying on the bed with a cell phone in her hand.

A man's voice kept coming from the phone. The room only became quiet after all the man's voices were played.

She glanced at the chat box.

It was basically the other party who was talking, with the voice lines filling the entire screen.

The remarks were just two words: Big Brother.

She raised her hand and looked at her watch again.

【Become the most popular anchor. 】

Wen Chan: “…”

This line of words gave her the feeling that... only one person could survive in this book.

What will happen to the other anchors who don’t become the most popular?
There is only this one prompt on the watch, the rest is still unknown.

Wen Chan looked through her various social media apps.

Her popularity is not that high. In this live broadcasting software, she is ranked last among the top 100 anchors...

Suddenly, she saw the names of several anchors who were at the bottom of the list like her. They surpassed her at a speed visible to the naked eye and climbed to the top of the leaderboard.

She was immediately ranked 100th.

It happened that those people were broadcasting live, and Wen Chan clicked on them with his secondary account to take a look.

[Anchor Hu Zha Uncle: Wash your hair upside down and eat noodles while washing! ]

[Host Wude: Simply make a raw pickled sheep's head and pour it over ~]

[Host Gu Hanyu: Big stomach king eating show, eating ten kilograms of white rice in ten minutes. ]

[Anchor Fang Wanwan: Online autopsy of corpses, don’t come if you’re timid.]

Wen Chan: “…”

The titles these people choose are extremely scary.

Wen Chan clicked on them one by one, and the first one was a bearded uncle.

He is a middle-aged man, called Uncle Beard, but in fact the beard on his face is longer than his hair.

He stood upside down in the live broadcast room with his head stuck in a basin of water, with a bowl of noodles next to him.

He propped his head against the basin, freed his hands, wet his beard with water to make it less frizzy, exposed his mouth, then carefully picked up the bowl of noodles beside him and stuffed it into his mouth with difficulty.

There are a lot of people entering the live broadcast room, probably all of them are here to watch the fun, and it’s quite popular.

The comments were full of urging him to hurry up.

In the end, probably because I saw that he was too slow and couldn't stuff a mouthful of noodles into my stomach for a long time, and after stuffing it in, I couldn't swallow it for a long time, so I lost interest in waiting.

Most of the audience left within a few minutes.

Wen Chan also quietly exited the live broadcast room and clicked into another one.

This live broadcast room is a bit heavy.

When Wen Chan clicked on it, he saw a clean and white sheep's head.

The host named Wude was mixing the sauce. He was white and plump, with a slightly forced smile on his face.

The sauce was prepared very slowly, and his face became paler and paler.

The comments were all telling him to hurry up, saying that if he didn't dare to eat it, he shouldn't attract attention.

He took a deep breath and poured the sauce on it.

The bright red chili oil slides down the white sheep's head, giving a strong visual impact.

Wude seemed to have prepared himself mentally for a long time before he opened his mouth and bit it.

"啕~"

The sound of him vomiting was heard in the live broadcast room.

But even so, after he finished vomiting, he started trying again.

Wen Chan: “…”

It's already so clean, can't you just cook it? Why make it difficult for yourself?

She exited the live broadcast room feeling a little nauseous and went to the next one.

As soon as I clicked on it, I saw a cute girl with twin ponytails and a maid outfit, with a mountain of white rice piled in front of her.

She stuffed the food into her mouth one bite at a time with an expressionless face, and only tried to chew it a few times when her mouth was full of food.

Then, after swallowing a little, he stuffed another handful of rice into his mouth, not leaving his mouth empty for a single moment.

"..."

This pile of rice, put in a basin and placed aside, was taller than her.

Just because of a girl like Gu Hanyu who looks petite and cute?
If you eat them all, won’t it become a giant?

Wen Chan didn't quite understand why these people could do such things that would harm their own bodies just to attract attention.

The most important thing is, with so much rice, they don’t even come with a pack of pickled mustard tubers!
Wen Chan retreated again and looked for the next one.

The popularity of another live broadcast room was originally similar to these rooms. After she exited Gu Hanyu's live broadcast room, she found that the popularity of the other live broadcast room had already rushed into the top ten.

Wen Chan frowned.

Things like autopsies have to be blurred out even in TV dramas. Wouldn't something go wrong if they were broadcast live in a place like this?

"..."

As it turns out, nothing will go wrong.

As soon as Wen Chan clicked on it, she saw a woman in a white coat and a mask cutting open the belly of a corpse with a scalpel.

She acted so quickly and ruthlessly that there was no time for preparation, and all the blood and internal organs in the corpse's stomach flowed out.

The barrage of comments was so fast that Wen Chan couldn't make out a single word.

Some people were throwing gifts like crazy, so many that Wen Chan felt her phone was about to freeze.

"This place is like a kidney. If you are healthy, you can spend two hundred thousand."

The anchor pulled a bloody kidney out of his stomach, held it in front of the camera and explained it to the audience.

Not only were they not afraid of the barrage, but they were discussing it with great interest.

[I kind of want to buy this kidney. It should be very nutritious if eaten, right? ]

[How long has this body been dead? Is it fresh? ]

There are many such curious remarks.

Wen Chan directly exited the live broadcast software, threw the phone aside, and lay on the bed looking at the ceiling.

After a while, she opened the watch group chat and took a look with some reluctance to believe it.

Seeing those familiar names, she put her hands down again, her expression becoming more serious.

The sky is falling.

There are a hundred people in the group.

It roughly corresponds to the top 100 of this anchor ranking list.

They had just arrived at the dungeon and the ranking list had already come out, which was obviously prepared for them.

And where does the fan base come from? There is already a big brother!

Isn't this a script for replacing an NPC? Shouldn't everything start from zero?

"Is it possible that you are the only one who has just arrived?"

Wen Chan was puzzled when A1's voice rang in her mind.

A1 said reliably: "I checked. These people have been here for a week and are still working hard to compete for the first place in the popularity list. They are already familiar with the process." "What about my identity?" Wen Chan was puzzled.

A1: "It's you! You are a new anchor who hasn't even started broadcasting yet."

"Then where did my big brother and fans come from?" Wen Chan hissed.

She looked through the messages her elder brother had sent her one by one and was horrified when she thought about it.

She is a new anchor who hasn't even started broadcasting yet. Where has this big brother ever helped her in PK or given her gifts?

A1 was silent for a while, then said seriously: "Maybe he is a fake person."

It wanted to curse the robot, but when it thought that it was a real robot and it seemed like it was cursing itself, it changed its words.

Without waiting for Wen Chan to reply, it continued, "The audience and fans here are not right either. I can't find their residence and information online. They feel like a bunch of fake people."

Wen Chan blinked, "You mean, we don't know who we are performing these unique skills for in the live broadcast room?"

A1 didn't care. "Why do you care whether they are human or ghost? As long as they can vote for you, that's all."

"I've checked. They like to watch something bizarre, like the one by Fang Wanwan, the one dissecting a corpse. It's so bloody, or the one next door by Gu Hanyu, who eats more than a normal human. They spend a lot of money on these eye-catching things."

Wen Chan: “…”

So, should she do some eye-catching live broadcast?

Wen Chan sighed after not being able to come up with an idea, and casually praised A1, "You seem to be much more reliable."

How could she have received such treatment before? I helped her analyze so many current situations.

A1 chuckled, "After all, I've been upgraded! Call me if you need anything, I guarantee you'll be reliable!"

"It's okay." It was really okay, she herself didn't know what to do.

Just don't think about anything, Wen Chan pulled the quilt over her head and went to sleep!

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The next morning, Wen Chan was awakened by the ringing of her cell phone.

I answered the phone in a daze, and a familiar voice came from the phone.

"What time is it? Why don't you get up and go live? You don't want your popularity anymore, right?"

Wen Chan came back to her senses and recognized the voice as that of the big brother on her WeChat.

She frowned, but before she could ask anything, the other party just said two words and hung up the phone.

"Start broadcast!"

"..."

Her room was equipped with complete live broadcast equipment. After a little tidying up, Wen Chan sat down in front of the computer.

Open the live broadcast software, and the top 99 people on the leaderboard are all shown as being live broadcast.

Only she, who ranked last in the 100th place, has not made any move.

Wen Chan held his forehead and looked at the time on the computer. He couldn't help but sigh that these people were too arrogant.

It’s only half past six in the morning!
Some people even broadcast all night long and their popularity did not decrease at all.

These pseudo-human audiences are there 24 hours a day. They can handle it, but some players can't.

Wen Chan couldn't stop yawning after getting up so early. She couldn't imagine how tired others must be due to their high-intensity live broadcasts.

Thinking of this, Wen Chan suddenly had an idea and knew what he wanted to broadcast.

[Anchor Wen Chan: Live broadcast of sleeping.]

She turned on the camera, pointed it at her bed, clicked to start the video, then climbed back into bed, turned off her phone, turned over, covered herself with the quilt and went back to sleep.

Seeing Wen Chan start broadcasting, the elder brother who just entered her live broadcast room: "..."

He sent messages to Wen Chan frantically but no one replied. He couldn't help but call her to get up and do something, but her phone was turned off!

Finally, I couldn't help but send a voice message to Wen Chan.

"Since you don't care about your popularity, I guess you don't need me as your big brother. I'm going to go somewhere else now! Just wait to be eliminated!"

...

It was already afternoon when Wen Chan woke up. She touched her phone to check the time and then she remembered that she had turned it off.

When I turned on the phone, I heard my brother's angry voice.

Wen Chan sent him a few words perfunctorily.

Wen Chan: Brother, calm down.

The conspicuous red exclamation mark in front proves that she has been blocked by Big Brother.

Wen Chan didn't care. He ordered some takeout and sat in front of the computer. While live streaming his meal, he opened the Fruit Connect game and started playing it in the live broadcast room.

A few people came into the live broadcast room one after another and left quickly.

They are all passers-by.

The connect-the-dots game becomes a bit tiring for the eyes as the difficulty increases towards the end.

The entire computer screen is almost covered with small pictures of fruits that need to be eliminated. There are all kinds of fruits, it's dazzling.

Wen Chan narrowed his eyes and ate a few in the middle, then picked up the bowl and took a few mouthfuls of rice.

After a few rounds, I was having so much fun that I completely forgot that I was in a live broadcast state.

When she finished the last bite of her meal and was packing up her lunch box, she discovered that there were several interactions in the barrage box that she had ignored.

00: [Why are the seven or eight rows of small strawberries on the far left not connected? ]

00: [Why are the two strawberries in the lower right corner not connected? ]

00: [Why are the twelfth and thirteenth strawberries in the third row from the bottom not connected? ]

00: [Why don’t you even connect with Little Strawberry! ]

I can see that he is an avid fan of Strawberry.

Wen Chan threw the lunch box into the trash can and glanced at the number of viewers in the live broadcast room.

1.

Online audience: 00.

"You're still here." Wen Chan was a little surprised.

"Sorry, I didn't see it just now. I don't even see the little strawberry now."

Wen Chan followed his instructions and eliminated all the little strawberries.

00, who had been unresponsive, instantly became active again after hearing her voice and actions, and began to post small strawberries that he saw that could be connected in the barrage.

One reported the coordinates in the barrage, and the other obediently did what he said.

Successfully eliminated all the strawberries in the fruit pictures.

Wen Chan: "Okay, no more little strawberries."

00: [Hey, happy! ]

[00Give away 1 golden nanmu coffins to host Wen Chan]

Wen Chan was stunned. Is it so easy to please the boss?
Although the name of this gift is unlucky, it is the most expensive gift on this live streaming platform, worth 20,000 points each.

If all these audiences were so generous, how many points would she earn if she became a popular anchor?
Wen Chan, who had not found any target, suddenly became restless.

"thank you boss!"

She thanked 00, then quickly finished this round, started the next one, and started looking for strawberries with 00 again.

Unfortunately, even though she obediently accompanied 00 to look for strawberries for the entire afternoon, he never gave her any reward.

Wen Chan's eyes are blurry.

Regret, regret very much.

To hook her, you just need to give her the most expensive gift once, make her think that you are a rich man, and she will waste her time playing with you for an entire afternoon.

"I don't want to play anymore." Wen Chan pushed away the keyboard and mouse, leaned back in the chair, and took a break.

Even if she closed her eyes, she still saw the picture of the little strawberry in front of her eyes.

buzz-

Wen Chan was just about to take a break when a notification sound came from the computer.

[The host Dadu Xianren invites you to play online! 】