The sweetest husband in the live broadcast world [Online Games]

Song Yang didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment.

It's like participating in a stamp collecting activity for a small snack when I was a child.

There will be a card in each pack of snacks, and dozens of cards need to be collected to exchange for a limited-edition small toy.

But when you persevere in buying small snacks every day, and see that you are only one watch away from collecting the whole set and exchanging for that little toy that you have been thinking about so much, even dreaming about it at night, you suddenly know that the event is over.

You are sad, depressed, but more of a deep sense of powerlessness.

And Song Yang was in such a mood at this time.

All of a sudden, he felt a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and he was a little dazed.

Today isn't April Fool's Day, is it?

This was Song Yang's first reaction at the moment.

But he knew very well in his heart that Nanfeng Heyu would not joke with him about such a thing, that person really didn't want to be an anchor anymore.

It was also at this moment that Song Yang finally connected all the abnormal behaviors that happened to Nanfeng Heyu yesterday and even earlier.

It was so!

No wonder the person who had clearly said that he would not broadcast it suddenly asked him to have a black screen, and he was extremely accommodating to him all night, and in the middle of the night, the black screen once again gave him a valuable gift.

It’s no wonder that the live broadcast has been broadcasting for so long and a single photo of life has never been revealed. People who promised to separate life and work suddenly accepted invitations to participate in offline activities, and even promised to meet with fans for a brief exchange meeting.

It turned out that he had already planned to leave!

For a second, Song Yang seemed to be on a high platform, a young man who could pick stars with his hands, full of vigor and vigor.

But in the next second, he woke up suddenly, only to realize that it was just a mirror image, instantly fragmented.

Why did he suddenly tell him that he didn't want to be an anchor in the future when he thought he finally had the chance to stand by Nan Feng He Yu's side, shelter him from the wind and rain, and share the honor with him?

In fact, Song Yang didn't care what kind of career Nanfeng Heyu wanted to pursue in the future.

What he cared about was that after leaving the game, the only connection between the two of them would probably be completely terminated.

Song Yang panicked.

【why? 】

He saw himself replying like this.

As a "Miss sy", Song Yang has received countless parting messages from Nanfeng Heyu's fans. These people may be old fans and big fans who often talk to him, or they may be postscripts Little fans who didn't have time to say a few words.

But no matter who the partner is, after learning that the other party wanted to leave, Song Yang calmly expressed his understanding.

Only this time, when the parting message he received came from Nanfeng Heyu himself, it was difficult for Song Yang to keep calm.

In fact, he himself knew the answer very well.

Could be why?

A thousand words can be summed up in two words.

Nothing more than "tired".

Song Yang took a deep breath and let it out with a long breath.

Before Nanfeng Heyu had time to reply, he immediately retracted the last message, edited it again, and sent it out.

[Why tell me this? 】

Nanfeng Heyu could have just rejected Song Yang's invitation to play 2V2 ranked together, why should he talk about his future arrangements and decisions?

Obviously, for Nanfeng Heyu, Song Yang is just a friend who just got acquainted and didn't even have a chance to get to know him in depth, right?Isn't he afraid that he will turn around and reveal the news?

By then, the fans will probably be in a mess.

People with ulterior motives may also use this to make a fuss.

Although it is true that he has decided to leave, there are ten thousand reasons for leaving. If it is not done well, it is very likely that he "run away with his tail between his legs" because of some things!

I don't know whether it's because he was angry when he learned that he didn't want to be an anchor anymore, or he blamed him for telling others about such an important matter casually, Song Yang just felt that he was full of anger now.

However, when the button rang again and saw the reply, Song Yang's anger and grievance disappeared instantly.

[I just don't want you to get news from other sources, at least this matter, I think it is necessary to tell you. 】

【Did it trouble you...】

Song Yang felt his heart soften a little involuntarily, and he smiled helplessly, bitterly.

Not wanting to confide, Nanfeng Heyu is really just telling.

He was even worried that it would cause trouble to Song Yang.

Song Yang suddenly lost his words, he didn't know what to say.

At the same time, Song Yang finally made that decision.

Finally he replied: "No, who else did you tell about this?"

Nanfeng Heyu's answer popped up immediately——

[No more, only you. 】

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Nanfeng Heyu on the other end of the phone was staring at the phone, quietly waiting for Song Yang's reply.

At this moment, his heart is not as peaceful as it seems on the surface.

Song Yang's news quickly caught his eye.

A simple word: [um];

A sense of loss suddenly rose inexplicably in my heart, and it quickly dissipated.

Even Nanfeng Heyu himself felt that this emotion was too inexplicable.

What is he missing?

Nothing to lose.

He's actually used to it, isn't he?

Only this time, it's finally over.

He took out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the table and lit it slowly.Quietly looking out the window, his thoughts flew far away.

Just at this time, Nanfeng Heyu received the button from his house manager.

【(position)】

[The private room for lunch has been booked, it was agreed to be at [-]:[-], you should come here earlier to have a chat--]

Nanfeng Heyu smiled lightly, and replied, "Okay."

I glanced at the time, it was ten sixteen, and I didn't realize it was this time.

He got up at [-] o'clock this morning to catch the plane, arrived at the airport here at [-] o'clock, took a taxi and arrived at the hotel he reserved, and just after putting down the few luggage and packing, he received a button from Song Yang.

Ever since the conversation with Song Yang ended, Nanfeng Heyu felt a little restless.

Unable to sit still in the hotel, Nanfeng Heyu simply put on his coat and went out, heading to the address that the room management had sent him just now.

As soon as he got out of the hotel gate, he got into the taxi smoothly. After reporting the name of the hotel to the driver, the taxi started. Nanfeng Heyu quietly looked out the window at the receding street and tree shadows, wondering what he was thinking.

He soon arrived at the destination, paid the fare, and Nanfeng Heyu got out of the car.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, the warm sun shone on his body. Looking at the signboard of the hotel, Nanfeng Heyu didn't make any further moves.

It is winter now, and the winter solstice is approaching. The city where Nanfeng Heyu is located hardly has such sunshine after autumn.

It was a long-lost sense of unreality of standing in the sun again.

He is like a quilt that has been crumpled up and stuffed in a dark corner of the house for several months or even longer, invaded by damp moisture and bacteria.

I thought it would continue like this until it was covered with mildew, but suddenly one day, he was carried to the sun and exposed to the sun.

The water vapor evaporated, the bacteria were killed, and the dust and microbial corpses were shaken off, leaving behind a sunny atmosphere.

Really really... It's been a long time.

Speaking of which, since becoming an anchor, he has gone out a handful of times.

This seems to be the case in the live broadcast industry. There are so many anchors on every platform and every section. If you are not diligent, you are destined to be forgotten by the audience, because besides you, they can choose others.

Therefore, even though he was depressed and depressed after leaving the Chongya team some time ago, Nanfeng Heyu still insisted on playing ranked.

In the eyes of many people, a professional anchor seems to be a very easy job. You can make money just by playing games in front of the computer every day.

But to be honest, not to mention a monthly income of one million, the number of anchors with a monthly income of more than 80.00 is very small, and [-]% of the anchors can hardly support themselves after broadcasting for more than ten hours a day.

Just like Nanfeng Heyu, he had been live broadcasting "Element Soul" for two years before it became popular.Although the support of the big bosses makes his income considerable, but judging from the number of fans and the popularity of the live broadcast room, he is indeed just an ordinary little anchor.

General jobs are basically eight hours a day, with weekends and holidays.

But as a professional anchor, don't think about these.

Regardless of the fact that the live broadcast time required by the platform is only [-] to [-] hours a month, on average, it is only four to five hours a day, but this time is not counted when you have enough live broadcast time, what is required is the effective time.

What is the effective duration?It is the platform regulations that require your popularity to reach a certain value before it is counted.

If you broadcast ten hours a day, but the popularity value has not reached the standard during this time, 1 minute will not be counted for you.

For Nanfeng Heyu, the length of the live broadcast and the closed working environment were trivial matters. After all, he had gotten used to it over the past few years.

The accumulated mental pressure is the root cause of his breathlessness.Especially since this month, for Nanfeng Heyu, it can be described as dark.

Especially what I learned yesterday morning...

But it will pass, it will all be over.

Feeling relieved, Nanfeng Heyu smiled lightly, but there seemed to be a bit of regret and reluctance in this smile.

Just as he put away his thoughts and took a step forward, he raised his head and noticed two girls not far from him whispering to each other and looking at him.

Their eyes collided, and the two girls immediately looked away in a panic, with shy smiles on their faces, and ran away fighting.

Noticing that the direction in which they disappeared was the main entrance of the hotel in front of him, Nan Feng He Yu had a subtle premonition in his heart.

It can't be... what he thought?

Probably not, how could it be such a coincidence.

Nanfeng He Yu shook his head, and followed into the hotel gate. After consultation, he followed the waiter to the door of the designated private room.

Looking at the carved mahogany door in front of him, Nanfeng Heyu held the door handle, gently pulled it down, and the door opened.

The people who were chatting enthusiastically in the private room stopped abruptly, and cast their gazes one after another.

Nanfeng Heyu glanced roughly, there were two men and five women among the people first, and the two girls he met at the door just now were among them.

"Hello, may I ask who you are..." One of the boys greeted him with a smile, and spoke first.

The others also smiled, eagerly waiting for his answer.

Nodding politely, Nanfeng Heyu said, "Hello, I am..."

However, before the words were finished, the others immediately became excited.

"Wow, south wind!"

"The sound is even better than what I heard during the live broadcast!"

"Nanfeng, you are so handsome, you are crying!"

Looking at the group of fans who immediately recognized him with just one sentence, the smile on Nanfeng Heyu's face deepened, and he felt a warm current in his heart.

very nice.

"Hahaha, don't scare him, come here, sit here, the C seat is for you—" Seeing that several people immediately surrounded Nanfeng Heyu, the boy who had spoken before said with a smile again.

After sitting down, I only heard the boy who hadn't spoken before say, "Brother Nanfeng, you are so tall, are you 1.8 meters?"

Nanfeng Heyu suddenly stopped when the other party was speaking, and immediately looked over, only to see joy and admiration in his eyes, but nothing else.

not him.

Also, how could he come.

It was obviously expected, but he was inexplicably more disappointed in his heart.

Of course, none of this showed on his face, he smiled back and said, "Well, 1.9 meters one."

The others were immediately amazed.

"Wow! So tall!"

"Yeah, and you look skinny too—"

"If you want me to say the key point is obviously handsome!"

Not a fan filter, this guy is really handsome!Tall and thin, he can firmly attract their attention with just one glance, and they don't want to take their eyes off him for a moment.

His handsomeness is not the exquisite beauty of many young fresh meat nowadays, but the determination and charm of a mature man.

He has a pair of deep eyes, like the vast and boundless universe, the mysterious deep sea.

He is tall and tall, but he doesn't feel oppressive. His whole body is like a pool of quiet river water, calm and calm, just like the impression he gave people during the live broadcast.

"Can I send a photo to the friends in the group?" The girl sitting opposite asked cautiously.

Nan Feng He Yu was taken aback for a moment, then the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and he nodded: "Yes." His smile was so bright that it made people feel safe and comfortable, and his heart was pounding.

The next moment, this heart-pounding scene was frozen.

The girl who took the photo blushed and tried several times before suppressing her trembling hands and sending out this photo.

【Ahhhh, I'm giving benefits to those who didn't come, I just want to say, Nanfeng is so handsome! ! 】

【(picture)】

Then, the people in the fan base who didn't make it to the scene went crazy.

【ah!Jealousy is beyond recognition! ! 】

[Those of you who were able to go to the scene saved the world in your previous life, right? ! 】

【Your cutie quit the group chat (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻-┻】

Just at this moment, Nanfeng Heyu's cell phone rang.

He glanced, and his heart raised again——

is an unfamiliar number.

The author says:

Catch bugs later.

Thank you for my super fierce mines, huh—