Chapter 236: : Rounds

Chapter 236: Room Round
After working for most of the day, Zhou Weiwei and the others were tired, and they all went back to the room to wash and sleep.
But Ye Gucheng, who had just defeated the Emperor of Heaven, was still very excited and continued to fight in PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds.
"Is the anchor ignorant? He used the red dot 98K to confront people at such a distance."
"Haha, another cute new one."
"Just now there was a newcomer who did what you thought, and then gave a lot of balabala, saying that if the boss of Hades can get a headshot with a 98K red dot, his supper today will be Xiang~"
"Hehe, just scare me, as a veteran with 400 hours of game time, I still have this common sense... well, when I didn't say anything."
...
Before that Mengxin finished boasting, Ye Gucheng had already used 98K to headshot the enemy on the viaduct.
A set of operations were smooth and flowing, and the moment the bullet was shot, Ye Gucheng had already turned and left.
"666..."
The barrage instantly covered all corners of the entire live broadcast room.
And Ye Gucheng wanted such an effect.
After all, playing professional games and launching live broadcasts are two different things. Although both require a higher level, live broadcasts require more program effects.
This is what people in the industry call "pretending to be behavior".
Fans in the live broadcast room will not care how hard you play and how many professional operations you use. They only care about two points: your marksmanship is not stubborn, and your position is not sloppy.
Obviously, Ye Gucheng has achieved the extreme in both points.
"It's the finals, the three remaining brothers come on!"
"What the is this, why don't you cheer for the anchor you like, but cheer for the enemy of the anchor?"
"Haha, here's another cute new one. You don't know how tragic it is to be the enemy of Yama's boss, so after a long time, we will all hurt the enemy a little."
"This......"
Compared with the title of "Little King of the Airport Killing God", the title of "Jedi Lord Yan Wangye" is obviously more domineering and has a higher spread.
Every time the tragedy Ye Gucheng was broadcast live, he faced audiences ranging from hundreds of thousands to millions.
Maybe Ye Gucheng sneezed in the live broadcast room and could be in the news tomorrow, so the reputation of "Yan Wangye" is stronger than "Little Wangye", which is also within Ye Gucheng's expectations.
The game has begun to shrink the poison.
The finals came in an instant.
The enemies who were stuck on the edge of the airport fence and inside the building had to start running towards the center.
Bang Bang Bang...
The five grenade directly pounced on the three enemies like a mischievous Erha.
After the explosion sounded almost at the same time, Ye Gucheng's computer screen had already popped up the words "Good luck, eat chicken tonight".
"Thor! Is that you?"
"That's right, it is definitely Thor."
"The grenade kills three times and eats chicken. This must take a wave of gifts!"
Led by a fan's Super Rocket, many viewers started scrambling to get gifts.
"Thank you, brothers and sisters, for not being indecent. I will also give you a wave of gifts." Ye Gucheng thought for a while and said: "Pick three thousand yuan headphones."
Within a few minutes, Ye Gucheng received seven to eighty thousand gift money. This time it was a gift that fans voluntarily brushed out when they were happy watching it. Ye Gucheng naturally accepted it.
"Haha, our boss is lavish, and presents another wave."
"That must be!"
Ye Gucheng sent out three thousand yuan headphones, but instead of losing money, he made more than ten times back.
But both parties are happy, this is the most important thing.
"It's only 7 o'clock after playing for so long."
Ye Gucheng was a little surprised. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that he went online earlier today, unlike usual, when he went online in the middle of the night.
"If you eat too much chicken, you will get tired. What shall we do?"
Ye Gucheng knew that if he always played a game, the audience would get tired of watching too much. So I have to find some other items to buffer it.
After searching on his game menu for a long time, Ye Gucheng looked around and found it interesting to eat chicken...
"Boss rounds, this one is particularly exciting!"
"Good idea! Go and check if those young ladies are serious!"
"It's mainly the unscrupulous young lady and the anchor. We must stay in her room for a while. Brothers and sisters in the Hades Palace, so that we can criticize."
There were already three big beauties around him, Ye Gucheng really dismissed the rouge and vulgar fans of the outside world.
But it happened that Ye Gucheng’s super tube sent a message: Brother Yan, if you are free, we hope you will take care of the new anchor...
This cute girl is so cute and superb. Ye Gucheng agreed because she was so utterly...so polite.
"Then check the room for a while, if there is an old driver leading the way, report the room number."
As soon as Ye Gucheng's voice fell, hundreds of room numbers suddenly appeared in the barrage.
Randomly copied a room number, and Ye Gucheng clicked it in.
I have to say that the industry of live broadcasting is really supporting whales and starving shrimps.
Outsiders can only see the scenery of the big anchors, but they cannot see the sadness of the small anchors.
There are so many handsome men and beautiful women who work hard in front of the camera, but because there is no traffic, they won't attract much popularity in a few months. Not to mention making money, it is difficult to maintain a living.
Because of this, Douyu officially welcomes the big anchors to go rounds, so that they can quickly discover potential newcomers.
As the current king of Douyu's popularity, Ye Gucheng's ward rounds are of course the most terrifying...
"Thank you Xiaobei for the fish balls, thank you for the little gift from Dadao, and thank you all. If you like the anchor, you can click a wave of attention..."
A sweet-looking girl is trying hard to thank the audience who just gave gifts, even if the gifts from the other party don't add up to dozens of dollars.
"Oh~"
Mei Zhi quietly glanced at the number of viewers in the upper left corner. After seeing the "779", she couldn't help sighing.
After working so hard to broadcast for half a month, the number of viewers has not exceeded one thousand, which makes sister paper a little desperate.
But she dare not express any negative emotions, because the live broadcast audience's tolerance for small anchors is not as high as for big anchors.
It is very likely that just because he sighed, he would drive away the popularity of this little 800 by half.
"Fairy sister paper, give me a song "itch", remember to sing a little emotional~"
"Haha, this is good, little girl hurry up and sing, we have a reward after singing."
"It must be a little bit angry, if you can twist it up and sing it best!"
...
The few viewers are all kind of wretched men, holding a few dollars and thinking they are really uncles.
The little fairy had a cold face, and she tactfully refused, "I'm sorry, brothers, I don't sing this kind of song, and I can't control this style."
There are many coquettish anchors, but there are also many female anchors who just want to be themselves.
It's just that the former is easy to become popular, and the latter, no matter how good it is, may not have the day to come out...
"Don't sing? You are just the audience. If you offend us all, your live broadcast career will probably end there."
The little fairy's eyes were red, and her grievance was extremely aggrieved.
But she was really afraid that the ending would be like what the wretched man said, so she couldn't help but want to feel wronged to reality.
But just as the little fairy was about to obey, the originally few barrage suddenly struck like a tsunami! Moreover, the number of viewers in her live broadcast room broke the 500,000 mark in just ten seconds!
"Hey! A group of wretched men, let go of this cute sister paper and let us boss!"