The Time Traveling Anchor and Her Eight Hundred Fence-Sitters

Zhao Mianmian took a deep breath, glanced at Chunyue who was sleeping soundly under the bed, and climbed out of bed again.

She put on her shoes and coat, and slowly moved to the door. She then carefully glanced into the yard through the gap in the door.

Unfortunately, it was pitch black outside and it was raining, so I couldn’t see anything clearly.

The sight that made her feel like a frightened bird had disappeared, leaving only a vague black color, like a man-eating beast, opening its bloody mouth in this cold rainy night.

Zhao Mianmian: [Really just take a look...]

Barrage: [I know, I know. Just one look and I will follow you. You are a liar! ]

Zhao Mianmian's live broadcast room successfully topped the list of the novice area under the system's push, and the number of online viewers once exceeded five thousand.

Five thousand online viewers may not sound like a lot, but for a novice anchor who has just traveled to ancient times, it is already a huge amount of traffic.

Even the system administrator entered Zhao Mianmian's live broadcast room, hiding in the crowd and watching secretly.

Zhao Mianmian raised her head, glanced at the rapidly increasing number of online users, and took another deep breath.

She stretched out her hands, held the door tightly, and pulled it hard inside. The door that was closed just now was instantly opened to a gap as wide as a person.

Zhao Mianmian stepped through the gap with her short legs and blended into the dark night outside.

**

Although the Zhao family is a wealthy family in Xuchuan, the backyard is not very spacious. Even standing at the door, one can see the end at a glance.

Outside Zhao Mianmian's door was a palm-sized yard. There were no rockeries or gravel or anything like that. There was just a row of Xiangfei bamboos planted against the wall. It looked empty.

I don’t know if it’s because of Feng Shui, but the Xiangfei bamboo didn’t grow lushly, but sparsely, and was blown to and fro by the wind on rainy nights.

At this moment, a black shadow appeared at the base of the wall that was originally visible.

Zhao Mianmian looked closely and found that it was actually a person.

A man in black.

The man was leaning against the wall with his head down, his entire face covered except for his eyes.

And the only pair of eyes he had left were now tightly closed, motionless, allowing the cold night rain to blow on his body, making him look like he was breathing out more than breathing in.

[Oh no, I’m alone~]

[No, no, no, I think it would be more accurate to say that it was a dead person.]

[Dead people??? It’s over, why am I so excited for no reason!!]

[Tsk tsk tsk, looking at his attire, he is not an assassin or something like that, right? ]

[According to the novel, the heroine accidentally saved the injured hero after traveling through time, and the hero became prominent and doted on her from then on, and the heroine reached the pinnacle of her life. Damn, anchor, you are going to be rich! ! ]

[No, you are blind. The host is only three years old. The man in black looks at least in his twenties. In ancient times, he could be the host's father. How could he be so doting on the host and let her reach the pinnacle of life? ? ?]

[Well, actually, it’s not impossible to rely on my father…]

【??? The anchor is only three years old, get out of here with your dirty thoughts.】

There was a commotion in the live broadcast room. Zhao Mianmian looked back and saw the man in black sitting against the wall, his face wrinkled like a chrysanthemum.

She had a feeling that the cold and sharp gaze just now came from this man, even though he looked like a weak chicken that could be slaughtered at will.

[Eh? This man seems to be injured. Host, please move forward. I'll see if there's any cure.]

[Believe me, I have been practicing surgery in a top-level hospital for eight years. As long as the patient is still breathing, I can save him.]

[Hahahaha, this is a top-level surgery department. If you are a top-level surgery department, do you have time to watch the live broadcast at this time? Don’t fool the anchor! ]

[Host, don't listen to their lies. Don't let them fool you and even your bitter tea seeds will be gone.]

[Do you think this is a martial arts expert who can fly over rooftops and walls? ]

[It's possible. The anchor was so kindhearted that she saved the number one martial arts master despite everyone's obstruction. From then on, the other party followed the anchor's lead and was willing to be her younger brother! ]

【Come on, come on, the pen in front is for you, write, and continue writing. 】

[Hahahaha, you didn't care about everyone trying to stop you. Who stopped you? ? I think you all wanted to strip the host's clothes off! ]

【Ahem, ahem, seeing through it but not saying it out loud, good, good. 】

As the popularity of the live broadcast room increased, the number of people following Zhao Mianmian also increased rapidly.

Zhao Mianmian looked up at the number of people online and following displayed in the upper right corner, frowned, and took two steps forward.

Just when the audience thought that she would walk up to the man in black and check his injuries as the comments said, Zhao Mianmian twisted her butt and rushed back into the house.

After returning to the house, Zhao Mianmian slammed the door shut, and amidst the barrage of [???], she quickly got back into bed.

In the darkness, Zhao Mianmian bared her little milk teeth:

"Hey~ I've already seen it."

Barrage:

【? ? ? ? ? ? 】

【! ! ! ! ! ! 】