The e-sports god is set up by others

Chapter 4 I am the father who stole your coffin money

Crazy's wife fan scolded him on Weibo for a whole day, and when he saw this hot topic, he thought that he was just a small anchor, how could he have the guts to diss a popular star player.

Bringing a large number of trumpets aggressively came to the live broadcast room of Gunpowder.

Although Xia Bingbao always talked about how handsome Crazy was in front of her, he still defended her at this time.

"Why are you scolding? Others don't even have the freedom to express their opinions? Yanyan just likes it. How come there are so many big Vs who forwarded comments on Weibo and didn't see you scolding?"

Xiao Yan's personality is Buddhist, and she usually doesn't bother to care about these things. Besides, the words in the chat history are indeed said by her, and the likes are also made by her.

Just ready to download it directly.

As a result, he glanced over the barrage and saw the words that Crazy fans swiped.

[The garbage anchor just wants to catch Crazy's popularity, and he doesn't even look at what he is playing. I sprinkle a lot of rice on the phone screen, and the chicken beating is better than him. 】

Xiao Yan's beautiful round eyes narrowed, her face turned cold.

After adjusting the microphone, the clear and soft male voice seemed to be frozen, "Continue to scold, let me see what kind of crazy dogs Crazy fans are."

After the words fell, Crazy fans exploded on the spot.

Being scolded by this little anchor as a mad dog, they became more and more angry, and all kinds of nasty words filled the screen.

Xiao Yan continued unhurriedly: "Things of a feather gather together and people are divided into groups. There are fans of the kind of people. Crazy has been abroad all year round. I'm afraid I didn't expect there to be such fans in China who would blackmail him. I'd rather Suddenly I felt a little sympathetic to him."

……

"What am I?"

The male voice let out a very shallow laugh.

"I am Yue Hei Feng Gao who stole your coffin money."

"..."

Fans of Gunpowder looked at the thousands of flustered trumpets with sympathy.

Wow, I feel so sorry for them.

It is said that this scumbag who owns the entire fish pond was called Zaan's seven-year troll.

At last.

Xiao Yan's live broadcast room was forcibly closed by the platform.

The house manager apologized to her belatedly: "I'm sorry Brother Nitty, we didn't maintain order and clear the screen in time."

Xiao Yan: "Yes."

The room manager listened to his voice, it was clear and soft like a milk dog's voice, but it was horribly cold.

He cleared his throat, "But what you said really violated the terms of the cockfight live broadcast platform, so your this month's..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted.

"Enough to see the fun, earn enough money, start deducting my money?"

Xiao Yan couldn't help but smile, "So many trumpets swiped the screen for a full 15 minutes, and the popularity rose to 580 million. The real estate management seems to be dead. How dare you deduct my money?"

The housekeeper seemed to be dead: "..."

The other side was silent for a long time, "The platform will handle this matter properly, and I disturbed you to rest early."

The housing manager was dismantled and fled.

Xiao Yan yelled at Fighting Chicken TV, saw Xia Bingbao turned on the phone, and then turned off the voice changer.

"My ancestor, you are too rigid."

Xiao Yan snorted softly, her voice full of grievances, "Who told them to scold me for being a dish?"

"Ham, you too. Crazy girlfriends and wives fans are in groups. You are not a well-known anchor now, so there is no need to cause these troubles."

Xiao Yan raised her head and took a sip of milk, licking the milk stains on her lips.

Only then did he explain, "I didn't intend to give a thumbs up, it's purely a slippery hand."

"..."

Xia Bingbao suddenly had a heart attack, "Don't you hate Crazy?"

Xiao Yan was silent for a moment, "I can't say I hate it."

What is displayed on the computer is the number one most searched on Weibo.

The profile of Crazy's real self was photographed in the Reuters picture, and it was popular on the top.

The young master is tall and tall, with the brim of the hat covering most of his face, his chin is smooth and delicate, his Adam's apple is raised, and his sexy collarbone is buried into the neckline of his T-shirt.

She pursed her lips lightly and muttered in a low voice, "I don't like it anyway."

(End of this chapter)