The first tumor in football

Chapter 55 Hey! What are you doing! I trust you so much!

Following Song Wen’s Weibo post, domestic social media instantly went viral.

Although this short essay is only a few hundred words, it can be said to be extremely uncomfortable.

Versailles, shady words, and even a vicious curse at the end!

It can be said that the intention is extremely sinister!

The keyword #Song Wen “blesses” the national football team# soon became a hot search.

Fan Zhiyi’s live broadcast room.

Following the popularity of the last live broadcast, under Song Wen’s arrangement, Fan Zhiyi did not continue live streaming on Weibo.

Instead, he went directly to an app called Douyin to live broadcast.

Fan Zhiyi didn’t know much about this APP. He only knew that it was a short video software launched at the end of last year.

He didn't quite understand why Song Wen gave up such a big platform like Weibo and came to Douyin.

Not to mention the comparison with Weibo, although Douyin now has a certain amount of user traffic, it is still far behind in size even when compared with Kuaishou, which is also a short video software.

In fact, Douyin itself has not yet developed a live broadcast section. Fan Zhiyi is currently using Douyin's live broadcast test software.

In other words, he is the only one live streaming on Douyin right now. It can be said that he has become the top live streaming star on Douyin as soon as he starts broadcasting.

But to be honest, Fan Zhiyi is still not particularly optimistic.

Take popularity for example. Although the popularity in the live broadcast room is still very high, compared with the previous live broadcast on Weibo, even with the invitation of Emperor Li Yi, the popularity is still quite different.

If it weren't for Song Wen's insistence, and the fact that Song Wen had originally held the dominant position in the cooperation between the two parties, Fan Zhiyi would really think this was a stupid move.

However, as soon as Song Wen’s Weibo post was released and quickly fermented on the Internet, there was no need for Fan Zhiyi to advertise, as netizens followed suit.

This brought a large amount of popularity to Fan Zhiyi's live broadcast room again. Of course, they were not there to say hello.

Looking at the screen full of obscene words, Fan Zhiyi didn't know what to do, and then he saw a message from Song Wen on WeChat.

[Brother Fan, it’s almost done, we can close the net now. ]

After seeing Song Wen's message, Fan Zhiyi hesitated.

Even his old face seemed a little embarrassed.

But looking at the dense barrage of comments, Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but take action.

The netizens who flocked into the live broadcast room were preparing to show their skills, and just as the valve was opened, they suddenly found that Fan Zhiyi had put condoms on them.

【Only fans are allowed to comment in this live broadcast room. 】

In an instant, the netizens who were touched by Cunzhi's words blushed.

Fan Zhiyi looked at the barrage of comments that instantly went blank, scratched his head, and felt a little overwhelmed. He could only quickly ask Song Wen for help.

[Oh, Xiao Song, this is not possible. No one is posting comments. ]

As soon as he sent the text message, Song Wen called him.

Fan Zhiyi pressed the answer button, but before he could say anything, Song Wen's voice came over.

"Hahaha, Brother Fan, I get it. I didn't expect the fans to like me so much. I'm always in your live broadcast room, and I can see everything they say. Thank you for the support, thank you."

Song Wen hung up the phone right after he finished speaking, and then immediately sent a message.

[Brother Fan, the navy can be arranged. ]

This was obviously the first time for Fan Zhiyi to use such a complicated network. After a moment of silence, he remembered what Song Wen had told him and quickly contacted him.

Soon, the barrage of comments began to appear.

[Fuck your mother! Who are your fans? ]

[I don’t want the tumorous face anymore! 】

[If you're not my friend, why are you barking like a dog? ]

[It's so funny, you think I can't afford a fan light board worth a few cents? 】

[Just treat the money as dog food. I must scold Song Ze today! ] With the first point, there is the second point. With the second point, there is the third point.

When he saw that the barrage had become impenetrable again and the data in the background kept rising, Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but sigh.

"This guy is so fucking bad. He disgusts the fans and still wants to make money from them."

“Not only a football genius, but also a business genius!”

Li Yi had just come back from the toilet and looked at the surge in popularity with a bewildered look on his face.

"Why are there so many people all of a sudden?"

Fan Zhiyi was in a good mood and joked: "They are all fans from Li Yi Bar."

Li Yi widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief, and he even swore.

"Bullshit, the Li Yi Bar is full of losers, where do the fans come from?"
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Carrow Road Stadium.

Midfielder No. 22 Jacob Murphy moved his neck and looked at Song Wen on the other side.

The eyes of this black player, who was not particularly black, were sparkling, and at the moment his mind was filled with thoughts on how to hand in an answer sheet that would satisfy the coach.

With the referee's whistle, the second half of the game officially began.

The ball came into Ipswich's hands.

Seeing Song Wen walking slowly towards him, Murphy approached him immediately.

Although in the first half, Murphy had been paying attention to Song Wen off the court.

But when the two sides came into contact, he could still feel the soft strength in the other person.

This made Murphy more confident.

His physical fitness is even better than Holahan's.

He didn't know why, but as soon as he came into contact with Song Wen, he inexplicably felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Murphy couldn't describe the feeling.

It was a bit like the last time he saw his uncle after a long absence, that kind of intimacy of a family reunion.

He couldn't help but look at Song Wen again.

There was a strange sense of trust in my heart.

This inexplicable feeling made Murphy very uncomfortable. He shook his head, held Song Wen's body, and said:

"Hey, I will definitely protect you, don't try to run away from me."

Hearing Murphy's words, the young Asian man turned around and said with a smile:
"How are you going to defend me?"

"Your dominant foot is right foot, and you always break to your right side, so no matter how you fake it, I won't be fooled."

Murphy was stunned when he finished speaking.

He didn't know why he just spoke out his thoughts so naturally.

So he asked again: "I am right, right?"

Song Wen nodded: "You are right, you have caught my weak spot."

After receiving Song Wen's affirmative answer, Murphy snorted and sneered.

"I've seen through you a long time ago."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Wen had already received the pass from his teammate with his back turned.

Song Wen lowered his left shoulder and took a step forward with his left foot, as if he was about to turn around and break through from the left side.

Murphy didn't even think about it, he stretched out his right foot and lowered his right shoulder!
This allowed Song Wen to easily break through from his left side.

He was slightly stunned, his eyes widened, and he spread his hands.

"Hey! What are you doing! I trusted you so much!"

(End of this chapter)