Chapter 7: Local tyrant appointment

"Winter Congee gives out Super Rocket10!!!"
A big sentence appears at the top of the screen. This is also the setting of the Doulong app. A high-value gift will be hung at the top of the screen and will appear in other live broadcast rooms to play a publicity role.
"Two...twenty thousand!!" Zhou Dong's roommate monkey shouted out in shock.
"We don't understand the world of local tyrants."
"I also want to be a local tyrant."
"You have completed half of your dreams."
"What do you say?" The monkey looked excited.
"You soil." Roommate Old Trinity said with a serious face.
"roll!!"
Watching his roommates fight, Zhou Dong was extremely calm.
This is only 20,000, and there is still 180,000 to give away.
At this moment, the live broadcast room also exploded.
Everyone looked at the golden rocket on the screen, and the barrage swept the local tyrants wildly.
"Which local tyrant is this again?"
"Twenty thousand in one breath is too awesome!"
"Is this anchor so beautiful? I think it's not as good as me!"
"Upstairs, do you want me to wake you up with urine?"
"Go away with diabetes, don't let her taste the sweetness!"
"The local tyrants, let's be friends, okay, I can kneel and lick it for you!!"
In a luxury hotel near Haida University, a young man was lying on the bed with his upper body naked and looking at the screen of his mobile phone.
Lying next to him was a woman wearing only a bathrobe. Seeing the young man's expression charmingly hooked his neck.
"What's wrong, dear."
The young man put a hand into the woman's bathrobe, the woman let out a soft cry, the young man didn't lift his head, and said casually: "I met an anchor and a person who didn't open eyes."
After speaking, the youth showed a sneer.
Than money? Ha ha!
Looking at the computer screen, An Moqi was completely stunned, and Xie Xiaoyu next to her was also surprised and speechless.
It took a long time for An Moqi to react, biting her lip and saying thank you, her tone a little stiff.
This is for me to dance in a short skirt again.
An Moqi feels a deep sense of powerlessness. She is not a girl who likes to take advantage of others, so she feels that the money earned from the live broadcast is simply a pie in the sky, and she always feels sorry.
The barrage is like this again, and the gift-giver is pressing hard to get the money. An Moqi is now wondering if she should go get her short skirt and jump for a while.
Let's dance, people brush so many gifts just to watch a dance, it's really not too much.
An Moqi thought so, but her teeth bit her lips tighter and tighter, a layer of mist appeared in her big eyes, which wetted her long eyelashes.
Go ahead, download it after the dance, and never live it again.
An Moqi made up her mind and won’t broadcast it anymore. This feeling of taking money for nothing is really uncomfortable. She can’t get through without meeting the audience’s requirements, but she really can’t dance, and she has to wear it. Grow clothes...
Seeing An Moqi's aggrieved expression, Zhou Dong was taken aback.
Did she misunderstand something?
After thinking about it, Zhou Dong tapped the keyboard.
Winter Congee: "Miss Sister sings very well, I wonder if I can have another one?"
The big golden characters stay on the top of the screen, attracting attention.
An Moqi, who was about to get up to change clothes, stopped when she saw the golden characters, and stared at the screen blankly.
Zhou Dong saw that An Moqi ignored him for a long time, and patiently beat it again.
Winter porridge: "Can you miss me?"
Zhou Dong's words are like a straw.
An Moqi came back to her senses, and the little chicken nodded as she pecked at the rice: "Yes, you can, of course, what song do you want to listen to winter congee? I'll sing it for you."
For some reason, An Moqi felt that the name Dong Porridge was particularly easy to pronounce and familiar, so she subconsciously pronounced it.
An Moqi was grateful in her voice. If it weren't for winter porridge to save the field, she would really wear a short skirt and dance like that kind of anchor.
Dong Congee: "Whatever, Miss Sister's voice is so good, everything is good to sing."
An Moqi Qiao blushed, said thank you softly, and then began to sing.
The voice is ethereal, the singing is very brisk, and the tone is very moving.
Winter porridge: "It sounds good."
The barrage is also a group of good-sounding, from time to time there is a local tyrant, I will give you a monkey...
"Thank you." An Moqi smiled happily, her eyes curved into crescent shapes, she looked pretty.
With a smile, Qingcheng Bai Meisheng, An Moqi smiled, Zhou Dong was stunned.
This smile should only be seen in the sky, it is rare to see it a few times in life.
"Nothing to do, soak her up, until she makes her laugh to you every day." A female voice sounded in Zhou Dong's heart.
"System task: Make An Moqi and reward 300 vulgar points."
Zhou Dong was taken aback.
Three hundred vulgar points?
"Such a high reward?"
The previous mission was only a few tens of vulgar points, but now it was just a mission to soak An Moqi with 300 vulgar points. How could Zhou Dong not be surprised?
"With the host's ability, even with the help of the system, I am afraid it will be difficult to catch up with An Moqi, so the reward is very high." The system lady's tone is calm, but I don't know why Zhou Dong heard the ridicule.
"Damn! Do you think I can't get her?"
"..." Zhou Dong was speechless, but after thinking about it, it seemed that it was true.