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After returning from the company party, Jiang Siming started the live broadcast late at night. He didn't broadcast much in the past two days. He felt that he had failed the audience, so he made up for it late at night!
"Oh no! Mingshen, you're on the air now!"
¡°It only started airing late at night, I¡¯ve been lazy lately.¡±
"I'll go! It starts at night and there are more than 5 million people online, with a popularity of 120 million, awesome!"
"I haven't seen my husband Ming for two days. I miss you so much~"
"It was late at night when I was about to go to bed when I saw notifications coming from my phone, and all of a sudden I lost all sleep!"
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Jiang Siming felt very good when he saw these cute comments.
On the contrary, the money earned by Yinghuan Company is not enough to make him so happy, maybe it is because of his interest.
Instead, he is more willing to play games and chat with his water friends.
"I've been a little busy these two days, so I delayed it. I'd better show up for the live broadcast tonight, and I'll sing a new song for everyone later, just to keep you company."
Jiang Siming said and turned on the camera. His face was a little red today and he drank a lot.
At the company party just now, he was toasted with at least several bottles of red wine.
In the past, Jiang Siming couldn¡¯t even drink. He would pour a glass of beer.
¡° However, his body modified by the intermediate genetic medicine greatly increased his drinking capacity.
After drinking several bottles, he was just blushing. It was only when the employees saw Jiang Siming¡¯s drinking capacity that they let him go in advance.
"It won't work if we don't let them go. If we don't let them go, Jiang Siming will knock them all down."
The red-faced Jiang Siming seemed to be more attractive, a kind of hazy state intoxicated by a male god.
"Heart, heart, heart, heart, heart, heart, heart, heart, heart, heart~"
¡°Sex, color, color, color, color, color, color~¡±
"Has Mingshen been drinking? His face is red!"
"This is the first time I see Ming Shen blushing. Why do I feel so nervous as a man?"
"It's over, Mom, I'm bent!"
"Gay +q576293213, make a date in the same city!"
It¡¯s like boys seeing a stunning beauty under the covers. This feeling is common.
In fact, girls are more horny than boys.
Okay, why are there more male comments
Jiang Siming adjusted the camera and did not start the game for the time being. Instead, he took a leisurely stroll around the rooms of other anchors.
It¡¯s already past one in the morning, and all the big Douyu anchors have basically stopped broadcasting.
There are only a few well-known late-night chicken game anchors like pigff, 17shou, and Xian Moumou who are still struggling.
Most of the others are outdoor anchors, such as 339, Fengfeng No. 3, Zhengbo, etc.
Jiang Siming personally has no interest in doing a show at night and driving a luxury car to flirt with girls.
But many male viewers like to watch it, after all, they also have this dream of driving a sports car to flirt with girls.
Qian Xiaojia, who had a conflict with Jiang Siming before, is also broadcasting. Her rotten teeth scare people to death. The live broadcast room is quite popular, with more than 10 million people and more than 1 million people online.
¡°But Jiang Siming knows that this guy¡¯s popularity and number of people online are all boosted by big companies. It¡¯s so fake, haha.
Jiang Siming simply went to the Huya platform to see 4am.
The anchors of this platform live broadcast to check wards on other platforms, which is strictly prohibited in the circles of major live broadcast platforms.
Because no platform is willing to watch its big anchors increase their popularity for other platforms. This is tantamount to giving gifts to competitors.
But Jiang Siming is different from ordinary big anchors. He has an agreement with 4am. If the supervisor sees it, he just pretends not to have seen it and pretends to be dead.
Clicking on the Huya platform, Wei Shen and the others are indeed still live broadcasting.
After winning the championship, Wei Shen and Xiao Xingmu were smiling and cheerful all day long.
Of course, they have not slacked off in training and are still broadcasting live and playing training matches every day.
Wei Shen¡¯s live broadcast, like Jiang Siming, doesn¡¯t like to watch barrages, so when Jiang Siming entered his live broadcast room, he still looked ignorant and was chatting with Jingdou Wang Duoyu and others while waiting for the game to clear the circle.
¡°Brother Jiang hasn¡¯t been to the base for a long time, do you think he¡¯s been squeezed out by his girlfriend?¡± Xing Xing said with a wicked smile.
"His fighting fish has not been broadcast in the past two days. I think it is very possible. Poor Lao Jiang, I don't know if his body is still healthy." Wei Shen agreed with a smile and a look of sympathy.
Little did he know that his live broadcast room barrage had been occupied by Jiang Siming's army.
"Pig head, you are floating, it seems that you have not been beaten by my god."
"99999 Mingtuan announced that they have occupied the 7911 live broadcast room!"
"You dare to mock my idol, come here, cut this pig's head in half and serve it as a dinner!"
"The pig heads are sold out today, do you want the pig whip?"
"The God of Ming is sharpening his knife and preparing to kill the pig!"
"Are there any brothers from 7911? Why are they all barrages from the enemy station?"
"7911 has been killed, and this place has been blasted by the enemy."
Jiang Siming was too lazy to wait for them in the live broadcast room, so he picked up his phone and sent a voice message in the 4am group chat.
Wei Shen and Suo Ming's cell phones both rang, and they clicked on it curiously.
"Awei Amu, you two had better pray that I don't come to the base recently, otherwise I will let you know what life is worse than death."
As soon as this voice was played, Wei Shen and Xingmeng became furious. When they looked at the barrage again, their faces suddenly dropped.
Leaving Huya, Jiang Siming returned to Douyu. He originally wanted to give Zhutou and the others some gifts, but now, what a wonderful idea!
Jiang Siming clicked on 17shou¡¯s live broadcast room. Team 17 has been training seriously since returning from London. As the captain, 17shou also broadcasts training every day until the early morning.
As soon as I clicked in, 17th hand just finished a handful of chickens in solo queue, and the score of 15 kills was very eye-catching.
As soon as he exited the lobby, 17shou saw how the number of people in his live broadcast room had soared from more than 800,000 to more than 2 million, and he understood after taking another look.
¡°It¡¯s really great that the world champion comes to my live broadcast room when you have time. I haven¡¯t thanked you for helping our 17th team several times in the finals. Thank you Mingshen.¡±
"You're welcome, I'm not helping you either. I just can't stand those fish jumping around."
"Haha, that's good. Especially the Korean team, they all play dirty tricks. They will share their routes in advance. Unless it's the finals, they won't fight each other. We have several tricks in 17 It's very annoying when they join forces to attack." 17shou felt a little regretful and angry.
¡°It¡¯s okay, just continue beating them in the next game.¡±
"There's nothing wrong with that. By the way, the domestic spring competition will start again next month. You won't want to participate this time?" 17shou asked curiously.
"Who said that, I will definitely go this time." Jiang Siming said without hesitation.
?????????????????? It was painful for him not to go to the previous domestic league. He will definitely have to participate in future games. This is the source of high-explosion fragments~
"It's over, then we 17 can only compete for runner-up." 17shou said half-jokingly, but he actually meant it from the bottom of his heart.
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