On how to be a receiver who knows routines

"Hahaha, old Wang, please don't be shy, this domineering president's tone doesn't suit you at all!"

"Old Wang, we are a bit kind in our hearts, don't let the black fans provoke you!"

"Emmmm, I suddenly feel that true love fans are not as good as black fans, anyway, black fans can still win Lao Wang's attention!"

"Those who say that Lao Wang and black fans are spamming each other, please stand up, I want to hit someone!"

"I don't care why I'm still in love with black fans, I, a true fan, will also be contracted by Lao Wang."

Wen Qing outside the screen couldn't help laughing when he heard this sentence, but he didn't see that the old Wang next door was a little humorous.

Of course, the old Wang next door was just being skinny, and basically didn't talk much after the game started.

"I thought the ten-thousand-year-old virgin in our dormitory finally got the hang of it, and slipped away to go on a date with that girl early. I didn't expect to go back to the dormitory to watch the live broadcast. Alas, rotten wood can't be carved, rotten wood can't be carved!"

The roommates who came back from the basketball court saw that Wen Qing was addicted to the game and couldn't extricate himself.

"Hey, Wen Qing, since when did you like to watch live broadcasts, and it was the live broadcast of Old Wang next door. Could it be that you worshiped him after being abused by him last time?" Looking at the live broadcast room on the computer screen, Zhou Yang was a little puzzled road.

"What does it mean to worship him after being abused once? I'm not a masochist. I just want to see how powerful this guy is. You all praise him so much. How did you get stimulated by luck? Holding a mobile phone and giggling, just like the silly son of the landlord's family."

"What else can he do, the old problem has happened again, and he is licking the screen right now."

"Oh!" Wen Qing, who successfully distracted her roommate, turned off the live broadcast room quietly, and flicked the webpage indiscriminately.

There is nothing shameful about watching Lao Wang's live broadcast next door. Wen Qing is just afraid that his roommate will see his ID and think he is too petty and naive.

"The male god is really handsome, but it's a pity that he only played the first half today, so he didn't watch enough." Hao Yunlai sighed while licking the screen.

"Aren't they two eyes and one mouth, and I don't see why he is so different. If you are lucky, let me say that you, a big man, can you stop being such a nympho?" Don't mention the person's name, Wen Qing knows it too. Whoever is lucky, pulls like a two-fifth to eighty-thousand, only that face can be seen.

Lucky Lai is obviously the one with a fan filter, and Wen Qing doesn't even want to complain.

"I'm not a nympho. Look at the latest and most popular post on our school forum. There are all kinds of fanfare touting Liang Zhu below. Qing, it's not that I said you. Is it so difficult to admit that others are excellent?"

It is not difficult at all to admit that others are excellent, but it is really difficult for him to admit that Liang Zhu is good.

Click on the post on Lucky Talk, the host posted a lot of photos of Liang Zhu playing basketball, it should be taken by the people sitting in the first row, the photos are all high-definition □□, a group of men and women downstairs shouted, urging the host Keep updating.

The replies at the end of the post were exactly as Lucky said, all kinds of bragging about Liang Zhu's prosperity and beauty.Wen Qing opened the picture with a snort, looked at a few pictures silently, and clicked save.

After reading it, he started replying.

"Hmph, he does look like a dog, but let me tell you, the so-called high-cold male god is an illusion. If you have been in contact with him, you will know how bad this person is. If it weren't for beating people and breaking the law, I would I want to find someone to raise money to beat him up."

"There seems to be something going on upstairs."

"With such a sour tone, people who don't know it will think that the male god knows him very well, and if they are jealous of his handsome parents, they will say it directly. Is it interesting to poke secretly?"

"You don't have to worry about the rain. This ID seems a little familiar. Does anyone have an impression?"

Damn it, I forgot to change the account, Wen Qing hurriedly deleted that message, the school forum is no better than other software, and someone may pick it up in minutes.

Fortunately, he didn't leave any important information on his personal homepage, and he wasn't afraid of being ripped off.

After exiting the forum, he clicked on the photo he had just saved in his phone's photo album, staring at the person on it with a slight loss of consciousness. After thinking of something, he softly scolded SB, then returned to the desktop and put the phone aside.

Due to the delay in the afternoon, Lao Wang next door made up an hour of live broadcast time. At ten o'clock in the evening, the live broadcast time ended, and the fans on the barrage swiped their screens to ask him to continue the live broadcast for a while.

Normally, fans would never make such a request, because Lao Wang next door is not at all fond of fans like other anchors.

Fans from other homes ask the anchor any request, as long as it is not excessive, the anchor will agree. After all, fans are also the anchor's parents, and they have to support them no matter what.

And Lao Wang next door has never done anything to please fans since the live broadcast. He broadcasts live for five hours a day, does not arrive late, does not leave early, and will make up for delays if he asks for leave. Over the past few years, fans have completely gotten used to his demeanor.

Seeing how gentle the old Wang next door is to the black fans today, the hearts of the fans who have been at ease for a long time have also become active.

"Old Wang is in such a good mood today, does he really not consider working overtime?"

"Five hours a day is really not enough to watch, Lao Wang, your fans are so cute, are you willing to abandon us?"

"Old Wang, how about I give you a villa for an extra hour?"

"Second, I'll brush the sports car!"

"Old Wang, if you work overtime tonight, I will pay you all my salary for this month!"

Both the villa and the sports car are reward items on the Dark Horse live broadcast platform, a villa is RMB3000, and a sports car is 1888!In order to make Lao Wang next door work overtime, the fans of local tyrants have worked hard enough.

"Look at our humble group of fans."

"Work overtime, work overtime."

"Those stupid fans upstairs, can you live with a little dignity? The anchor's daily income is enough for you to eat for a month. With so much money, why don't you give it to your parents? Why don't you donate it to these people? Orphan anchor, people just say thank you, old iron, and secretly call you idiots!" Because of the character limit, this user typed out this passage several times.

This user should be the legendary keyboard man. As long as he has a keyboard in his hand, he can fight the sky and fight the world with the keyboard. Maybe it is the first time for him to enter the live broadcast room of Lao Wang next door, but that is not the case. It doesn't affect him holding the keyboard to point the country, thinking that everyone is drunk and he is sober alone.

"The filial son of the Internet, awesome!"

"Where did this orphan come from? The house management is about to be closed, polluting the environment of the live broadcast room!"

"How do I spend the money I earn by myself, and still use a SB like you to teach me?"

Looking at the battle between pink and black on the barrage, Liang Zhu folded his hands, leaned back on the chair, and sarcastically said: "Silly son, didn't you just promise to talk to your father yesterday, why don't you treat yourself as a human being today?" ?”

Keyboard Man was stunned, thinking that he had played countless rhythms in various live broadcast rooms, and he had never met an anchor who dared to confront him directly. This kind of well-known anchor is at least half a public figure, and the platform is also super-supervised, and his words and deeds Don't dare to be too presumptuous.

"Stupid host, internet beggar, earning so much money to buy medicine for your mother, right?"

Tsk tsk, I became angry from embarrassment. To be honest, if it weren’t for the increasingly stringent requirements of the live broadcast industry, the old Wang next door really wanted to talk to this keyboard man through the screen, but after all, millions of viewers watched, he didn’t want to wake up tomorrow. Because the sprayer made the headlines, and then apologized under pressure.

But suffering from boredom has never been his style, and he has always reported revenge on the spot.

"Why, you are not satisfied with the coffin that Dad bought for you with money, or I will burn two more for you."

"If you don't talk, you're dissatisfied, so I'm subsidizing you two keyboards?"

"Let's add another mirror, so you can see how disgusting you are shivering in the coffin, that's all, there can't be more. Don't blame your father for not being used to you if you are not a human being."

The fans who were about to fight with the trolls were stunned for a long time after listening to Lao Wang's one-on-one argument, and finally the barrage collectively posted 666.

"I've lived for so long, it's the first time I've seen such a mocking person, oh no, after all, some people don't want to be human."

"Hahaha, Old Wang, do you want to laugh at me to death and inherit my money?"

"The anchor hates the troll, be energetic, be energetic."

"Normal operation, all sit down, let's say the old Wang has finished greeting the [-]th generation ancestors of Tong Zi at this moment."

The keyboard man outside the screen watched himself being ridiculed by the crowd, gritted his teeth and typed out some eighteen-banned words, and was about to send them, but saw the message that he was banned on the bullet screen.

A mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, and he could only hug his keyboard and beat it fiercely.

Seeing the gradually distorted barrage, Old Wang next door turned off the computer and ended the live broadcast.

Rows of question marks flashed across the bullet screen, and he left millions of viewers in the live broadcast room like this.

The fans cried, beat their chests and stamped their feet, Lao Wang was still the same Lao Wang, the Lao Wang who couldn't pamper fans at all.

Wen Qing stared at the blacked-out screen and was also stunned for a few seconds, or he was a little stunned when the old Wang next door yelled at the keyboard man.

Originally, he didn't intend to continue watching the live broadcast, but he couldn't play games on the computer, and he was a little bored. After lying on the bed, a push message from the live broadcast platform just happened to come from his mobile phone.

Yes, for the old Wang next door, he not only downloaded Weibo, but also downloaded Dark Horse Live.

Clicking in just happened to be the end of the game, and he also saw what the keyboard man said. He originally thought that the old man next door would laugh it off, but this person didn't play the cards according to the routine, and just opened up.

But when he thinks about it carefully, Wen Qing is not surprised at all. Not long ago, the old king next door used Olaf to chase his robot all over the map. He will never forget it for the rest of his life!

How can a man who is so narrow-minded in the game be so generous in reality.

As for why he didn't respond when he scolded the old Wang next door, Wen Qing felt that what he said must be reasonable and well-founded, which was different from ordinary trolls, so the old Wang next door couldn't find a reason to refute.

"Ah, what the hell did I miss last night!!!!" Early in the morning, Hao Yunlai's voice resounded throughout the dormitory.

In a daze, Wen Qing took the phone and looked at 7:25, um, very good.

"Good luck, have you been fucked by eighty big guys? What do you want to do with your ghost screaming before eight o'clock?"

"Oh, I'm not too excited, besides, eighty big men can't satisfy me, brother is the kind of person with kidney deficiency!"

"...Your sudden flirtation really hit our waists!" The other two people in the dormitory almost woke up after the two made such a fuss.

Originally, few people had no class this morning, so they must sleep in at this time, but now, when the two of them are arguing, no one can sleep.

Wen Qing sat up dissatisfied, scratched her messy hair, and looked at the good luck viciously, "Did you see that the sow will climb the tree, or the rooster will lay eggs, what the hell are you excited about?"

Haoyunlai, wearing his red underpants, walked to Wenqing's bed like offering a treasure, and handed Wenqing his mobile phone to take a look.