If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

The person in charge didn't know what Song Chuyi was thinking, and he urged him, "Your monthly live broadcast mission is 500,000. Today is the first day of the broadcast, so you can be allowed to open a little less."

"But at least you have to have a turnover of 1,000 yuan, understand?"

Song Chuyi:...

He thought for a moment and asked, "Can I show you guys how to break a rock with my chest?"

The person in charge was speechless, "Who wants to see a chest breaking a rock? Mutants are physically strong, let alone a chest breaking a rock, they can even break a rock with their hair."

"Mutants like delicate and soft things. The more fragile the better."

"It's best to pinch your thighs and cry, but don't really cry."

"Those mutants are very perverted. They like people who are both fragile and strong. We must find the right balance."

Song Chuyi:...

"Are mutants the only ones watching our live broadcast?" he asked.

The person in charge shook his head, "No, it's mainly because the mutants have much more money."

He glanced at the time and said, "Okay, hurry up and go live. Don't waste my time here."

"The first live broadcast must last for two hours, but if you are capable enough, you can leave work early if you can make 100,000 in revenue in the first live broadcast."

Song Chuyi chuckled, "Okay."

The person in charge wanted to say "I think you can't do that", but was stopped by the chuckle.

Only then did he look at Song Chuyi carefully. He had always known that this boy named Song Chuyi was very handsome, otherwise he would not have spent so much energy to coax him to do the live broadcast.

But before, he only felt that there was a hint of dullness in his beauty. Although he looked good, he was also fragile and easily broken.

But now, he is not only exquisite and handsome, but also has a kind of tenacity that seems to emanate from deep within his heart.

But the mutants will like it.

Song Chuyi didn't look at the person in charge again. He sat in front of the live broadcast equipment and turned on the computer.

The person in charge gave him a complicated look, turned around and left, closing the door behind him.

Song Chuyi was the only one left in the small room.

Oh…and that transparent jellyfish that had been sitting on his shoulder.

Jellyfish have a very low presence and you won’t notice them if you don’t pay attention.

When Song Chu saw that the villain was behaving well, he did not disturb him.

He opened the live broadcast platform, debugged the equipment first, and turned off the original beauty effect before he started the live broadcast.

As expected, no audience came in.

Song Chuyi picked up his phone and looked at the live broadcasts in other broadcast rooms. Well... basically they were all borderline.

And just as the person in charge said, the people in these live broadcast rooms, regardless of gender, are all slender, as if they could be crushed with a pinch. They are the delicate and soft types that the mutants like very much.

Especially in some live broadcast rooms where people wear very thin and transparent clothes, showing off their fragile necks and waists, there are constant reward special effects, and it is estimated that there are tens of thousands of transactions in one minute.

It seems that these mutants really like this fragile type.

Just as he was thinking this, a comment popped up in the live broadcast room.

[Why aren't you wearing a skirt? Go change into a skirt quickly. ]

The only audience member was obviously the person in charge.

Song Chuyi sighed softly. Does she really have to wear a skirt?

The person in charge is still urging:

[If the first live broadcast does not meet the standards, the contract will be terminated. 】

[The penalty for breach of contract is 10 million. You decide.]

Song Chuyi:...

The jellyfish is not worth 10 million even if you sell it.

Song Chuyi could only nod, "Okay."

He stood up and walked to the clothes rack. The little skirts here were very revealing. Not only were they all suspenders, they were also very short.

With his height, those skirts couldn't even cover his butt when he stood up.

A real edge ball.

Song Chuyi could only pick a black suspender skirt that was long enough to cover her hips.

He pulled the curtain and changed into the skirt, of course, only taking off his shirt, still wearing his trousers underneath.

He walked back to the camera and winked gently.

The person in charge commented below: [Wig! ]

Song Chuyi:...

There are so many things to do.

He picked up the black wig next to him, put it on his head, and looked at the camera.

You should be satisfied now, right?

The person in charge seemed satisfied, but the jellyfish resting on his shoulder was not satisfied.

Without the barrier of clothes, he could feel the warmth of this human being more and more.

It was very warm, a warmth he had never experienced before.

But once the wig was put on, the hanging black hair fell on him.

Somewhat uncomfortable.

The jellyfish slowly moved its position.

But he happened to come to Song Chuyi's chest.

Song Chuyi could clearly feel the tentacles with suction force sticking to his skin.

But he couldn't say it yet, so he could only let the jellyfish lie on his chest.

After he changed into women's clothes, people started to enter the live broadcast room.

There were even more comments.

[Wow, what a pretty girl! Suck! Suck!]

[Oh my god! This is such a great dish!]

[Slurp, what talent do you have? Dance? ]

…………

Song Chu smiled slightly when he saw the audience coming.

"Hello everyone, I'm the new anchor Chuyi, you can just call me Chuyi."

"I don't have any talent, so we're just chatting?"

"Or I can tell you a story."

He began to call the roll.

"What story do you want to hear, little blue cutie?"

The audience member who was called immediately said excitedly: [Anything is fine! ]

[It’s best to have astringency! 】

Song Chuyi:? ? ?

No, can I still talk about this live?

As he was thinking, a comment popped up.

【Eat ice cream, huh? 】

No need to ask, it must be eaten by wiping the edges.

Song Chuyi supported his face with one hand and placed the other hand lightly on the table.

The fingertips were lightly flesh-pink, and tapping on the table made a pleasant, crisp sound.

Another bolded comment popped up.

[Ahhhh! So cool! The host keeps banging on the table! ]

Song Chuyi paused and suddenly had an idea.

"It's so late, why don't I help everyone sleep."

He adjusted the microphone, and since he had no other tools at hand, he temporarily tapped the table to make some hypnotic white noise.

[User Insomnia gave a reward of 1000 live broadcast coins. ]

Song Chuyi raised his eyebrows slightly. The live broadcast coins are one-to-one with the real currency, which means that one thousand live broadcast coins are equivalent to one thousand yuan.

The goal of his first live broadcast has been achieved.

Just as I was thinking about it, another comment floated out.

[Why is the anchor's collarbone red? It looks good (). ]

Song Chuyi:...

He looked at himself in the live broadcast.

The fair collarbone was flushed with a bright red, as if someone had kissed it hard.

The blush gradually spread to the chest and the area covered by the black cloth, which made people more imaginative.

The transparent jellyfish crawled restlessly, leaving faint red marks with its tiny tentacles, which was eye-catching.