Fast Travel: The Patient Villain Is a Love Brain

Li Yan's back molars were about to be crushed.

"The anchor looks at his face!"

Just as Li Yan was about to click the barrage, he saw this presumptuous speech.

"Is it because the anchor doesn't show his face because he's too ugly?"

"By the way, I remember that a rich woman came to the live broadcast room a few days ago, and the anchor hurriedly stopped the broadcast. Could it be that she has an appointment?"

"But why haven't I seen that rich woman these days, did you find that the anchor is too ugly and not interested?"

This looks like a little black fan!

After these words appeared, the live broadcast room was brought into rhythm instantly.

"That's right, the rich woman at that time spent thousands of dollars, why haven't I seen anyone these days?"

Li Yan looked at the number of people online in the live broadcast room, only 1000+

It seems that without her presence, Mo Hua's popularity would not be very high!

Looking at Mohua's homepage again, although there are a few more side-cutting videos, the number of fans is still only 20.

There is still a long way to go before showing your face!

"A rich woman who spends tens of thousands of dollars must not lack this little money. She must have privately asked many anchors."

"Since he didn't continue to come, it means that the anchor is really ugly and unappetizing."

Most of the people who come to see these male anchors are looking at their faces or their bodies.

If Mo Hua is really good-looking, the rich woman will definitely come to join her again.

But the fact that he didn't come for seven days in a row shows that Mo Hua's appearance is really not outstanding.

However, this is all speculation in the hearts of this group of people.

Li Yan looked at the rhythmic barrage and was furious.

But the hand that cut the number stopped.

She originally wanted to get a tuba to break the rhythm, but when she thought about it carefully, wouldn't she admit that Mo Hua was good-looking?

In this way, more people would expect Mo Hua to show his face.

No, she has to calm down.

Li Yan chose to stand on the sidelines, the rhythm in the live broadcast room was non-stop, and the already pitiful number of people online was directly reduced by half.

"It seems that the anchor is really ugly, I'll slip away first."

"Slip away."

Looking at the declining popularity, Mo Hua's eyes showed melancholy.

But he didn't say anything to stay.

It's just that he couldn't help but think of Li Yan.

Li Yan hasn't sent him a message these days, does she also think he is unattractive, so she lost interest in him?

After thinking about it, Mo Hua wanted to send a photo to Li Yan.

But the hand that picked up the phone hesitated.

What if Li Yan becomes interested in him again and asks him out again?

Mo Hua was forced to broadcast live, and he was already embarrassed to sell his appearance online.

He didn't want to be offline, and he didn't want to sell his body.

Li Yan also noticed Mo Hua's movement of holding the phone, thinking that he was going to send a message to himself, but he put it down.

"Can you resist not contacting me?"

"He doesn't want to make money?"

Li Yan thought that Mo Hua would send a message to himself in order to clarify.

She was waiting desperately, but Mo Hua was completely indifferent.

"Man, you have completely aroused my interest!"

Maoqiu: ...The host seems to be following a strange route.

Li Yan saw the constant rhythm, and sent a barrage, "Won't the host clarify?"

Mo Hua saw that comment, but pretended not to.

It's not that he doesn't clarify, it's that he doesn't know how to clarify.

Seeing Mo Hua's inaction, Li Yan really hated that iron can't be made into steel, and he didn't want Mo Hua to be made into steel.

In this tangled mood, Li Yan is really going crazy.

Mo Hua noticed that the number of people online had dropped to double digits, and felt that there was no need to continue broadcasting.

And he was not in the mood to continue.

"Come here first today, the broadcast will start on time tomorrow morning, bye."

After the live broadcast was closed, Li Yan opened WeChat and stared at Mo Hua's chat window.

Noticing that the other party was typing, Li Yan looked forward to what Mo Hua would say.

However, 10 minutes passed, the status of typing disappeared, and Mo Hua's message did not arrive.

Sullenly, Li Yan threw the phone aside, "I see which of us will lose our temper first!"

Mo Hua, who had just finished the live broadcast, saw the meeting notice sent by sister Lingling.

Lingling: @Everyone, come to the meeting room for those who are not live.

Mo Hua knew that this was the start of the weekly data analysis meeting.

Before the broadcast, Sister Lingling told him that it is best to attend the weekly meeting.

Because at the meeting, there will be professional operations who also analyze their data and then give guidance.

Mo Hua thought of his bleak data, picked up his small notebook and went to the conference room.

The place where Mo Hua lives is a three-story western-style building. This is the dormitory prepared by the guild for the anchors and the live broadcasting place.

The first floor is the public area, as well as the conference hall, the second floor is the dormitory, and the third floor is the live broadcast room.

When Mo Hua took off his mask and came out of the room, other anchors also rushed to the conference room.

In less than 5 minutes, a dozen or so anchors were seated in the conference room.

Sister Lingling, who was dressed sexy, walked in, glanced at the people present, and soon knew who was not here.

The only one who didn't come was the anchor with the largest number of fans here.

Sister Lingling wouldn't care if the other party didn't come because of her high popularity.

Because she will arrange operations, and when the other party is free, she will cook a small stove for her.

"Okay, the content of today's meeting is to analyze your account data."

"Xiao Li, call out all their data."

"Good Miss Lingling."

During the data adjustment, Sister Lingling looked at Mo Hua who was sitting at the bottom.

For Mo Hua, Sister Lingling has always had a no-nonsense attitude.

It's not that she doesn't care about newcomers, it's because of Mo Hua's temperament that she is really not suitable to be an anchor.

But he was the one arranged by his superiors, and he had specifically told her not to pay too much attention to Mo Hua, just let nature take its course.

Therefore, Sister Lingling never had any hope for Mo Hua.

However, she also has tangled things in her heart.

Although Mo Hua's temperament is not suitable for being an anchor, his face and figure are very suitable for this kind of food.

It made her want to cultivate, but she couldn't start.

Sighing silently in her heart, she looked at the data on the screen.

When Xiao Li pulled out the data one by one, Lingling's brows became more and more wrinkled.

The data of this batch of newcomers is too bad.

Before Xiao Li finished tuning, Lingling asked, "Do you have enough time to broadcast every day?"

"Yes, Miss Lingling!"

"Then you didn't follow the method I said to operate your live broadcast room?"

"Especially you Fangfang, why did your data drop so badly?"

The one named Fangfang was a cute and pure-looking beauty, and she was considered to be one of the top stats in this group of people.

She also has a close relationship with sister Lingling.

"Sister Lingling, our guild's resources are all piled up on Wan Wan. Why do you think my data has dropped?"

Sister Lingling choked up, words stuck in her throat.

Their guild is only the smallest guild in the head office, with a total of only 20 members.

Among them, there are 15 anchors and 5 operation teams.

Among the anchors, apart from Wan Wan, the number one anchor, and Fang Fang, who has been broadcasting live for three years, the others are basically newcomers.