The huge wave sweeping the anime world

"Curly, what can I say, what can I say, I didn't expect that the second person to break the circle was brought up by me from Shanghai."

"And that little Kuang Shao, you should also say something to me. Why has Jing Di been silent recently?"

As soon as Brother Long walked into the venue of the Beijing Advanced Competition, he raised his eyebrows wildly at the already prepared No. 6, the Rumu Chunfeng Kuang Shao and No. 7, the little curly-haired boy who never behaved like a human being.

When he returned home in glory and went back to Shanghai to organize the competition, he originally thought of making a splash similar to the low-level competitions in Beijing. But the result was that it fell to the level comparable to the Beijing Public Competition, and sometimes it was even worse than the Beijing Public Competition, not to mention the Beijing Low-level Competition which was more popular.

But God finally took care of Shanghai, and Youyou managed to break out of the siege by accident, which made him earn enough face.

"Oh my, you just got on a ride and were taken away by someone else. If you don't know, you would think it was you who took them away."

The young master from the Beijing low-level competition shook his head. Just now, he and Curly No. 7 were guessing what the first sentence would be when Brother Long came in.

I didn't expect that I would guess it.

However, he did not get angry because of the other party's ridicule. After all, the werewolf killing circle is so small, and everyone is a family member who will see each other sooner or later.

They have been through all the ups and downs together for so many years and know each other well. How could they be sarcastic towards him just because he has made achievements?

He would never have this kind of purely chat-filled thinking.

"Wow, Brother Long is awesome. The traffic of one video of Shanghai Youyou exceeds the traffic of the twelve of us sitting here. What should we do?"

The little curly-haired boy covered his mouth and laughed non-stop. No matter what he said, he won the bet anyway, and the young master owed him a meal.

"That can't be helped. I've long said that Shanghai is a land of talented people. A random youyou can easily beat everyone in Beijing. What can I say?"

Brother Long sat in seat number 12 with a swagger, looking at Curly-haired boy number 7 with a sly smile on his face. It was a rare opportunity for him to fight back, so he couldn't wait to enjoy it.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, let's put it this way. Youyou is very capable and has been in the limelight recently. How about Brother Long show some style and let her take the No. 12 position and play three games."

Young Master Kuang lowered his head, took a sip of milk tea, and laughed with Brother Long.

"How can this be enough? What kind of traffic do you have now? Giving you a seat number 12 is a waste of talent. It hurts me to see it. How about we make a compromise and sit in the seventh seat directly? I have disliked you, a little curly-haired girl, for a long time."

Brother Long couldn't hide the smile on his face and raised his fists in his signature celebration move.

"That's not possible. Shouldn't you, Brother Long, sit in my seat? Being able to train a great anchor like youyou who has a bright future, Brother Long should sit here. What's the use of a little curly-haired girl like me?"

After saying this, No. 7 wanted to stand up and give up his seat.

"No, no, no, what are you doing? You can stay in that position forever. I prefer my own number 12 position."

Brother Long waved his hands hurriedly. This little curly-haired boy was so rude that he actually did such a "abdication" thing in public.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that since the Werewolf craze has subsided, there are only three people who can once again take up the banner of Werewolf's revival.

Among the three, the strongest one is the little curly-haired guy standing in front of him with the same smirk on his face.

No matter how popular youyou is, it is impossible for her to overshadow the little curly-haired girl.

"Let's talk about something serious. Where's Youyou?"

The young master looked around and didn't see anyone, but he heard something that the people inside Elephant Company attached great importance to what they were going to discuss today.

The manager who has been in charge of the artist management of Elephant Company has arrived at the scene, waiting to communicate with Youyou after the three games are over.

"She said the driver took a detour and would be delayed by about 30 minutes. Anyway, she will definitely be here before the game starts."

Brother Long’s home in Kyoto is very close to the game venue, so he usually comes here on time. The reason he came so early this time was to have fun.

However, unfortunately, he did not see Youyou when he arrived. When he sent a message to ask, she said that the hotel she stayed in was a bit far away and the driver misheard the address and took the wrong route.

"Ah? Then I came so early for nothing. No, I have to go out for a walk. When I thought about having to look at your smug face for three hours plus this half hour, I couldn't help it. I went out to pee."

The little curly-haired boy touched his forehead, and after making a personal attack, he quickly walked towards the door without giving Brother Long time to counterattack.

"What's wrong with my face? I'm called "Shanghai Rain", you curly-haired freak"

Long gently stroked his jawline narcissistically.

Back then, when I was thin, I was the most handsome guy in the Werewolf world. Unfortunately, I gained weight due to overwork.

Um...

It could also be that you eat too much.

...

After playing three games, Youyou slumped in the third position. This is not how you play. In three games, no matter whether he was a good guy or a werewolf, his identity was determined.

In the first round, number seven served gold water, number twelve served gold water, number twelve was the wolf, and she was broken.

In the second game, number seven served gold water, number twelve served gold water, number seven was the wolf, and she was broken again.

In the third game, number six served gold and water, number eight served gold and water, number eight was the wolf, and she was broken again and again.

After three fights, what she had done could be described by a four-character idiom, that is, a blood debt.

In the first round, I fought the werewolf and poison prophet. In the second round, I took the dancer and sent away two good people in two days. In the third round, I took the witch blind poison hunter.

She was already a little distracted, and was deceived by Big G right from the start, and then she fell into the endless abyss step by step.

If she dared to start broadcasting, her live broadcast room would be destroyed by her fans and haters of the competition.

"Don't be sad, it's just a game, it's normal to win and lose"

Brother Long rarely spoke softly to comfort Youyou who was in a daze.

"Don't worry, your true wealth is coming."

"Hello, I am the manager of Elephant. We at Elephant are very optimistic about your future and want to invest heavily in you so that you can get better development."

The man wearing glasses next to Brother Long greeted him gentlemanly.

"We would like to discuss the contract with you first. We can upgrade your contract. We will send the specific contract content to your email. Once you have considered it, just reply to my email. We will arrange the most professional team to contact you."

"Tell us your feelings about "Free Fart" first. Just say whatever you want to say. There is no restriction."

...

“There is no substantial gain, and the information is not much different from what I got on the Internet.”

After the conversation, the man with glasses took out his phone, walked to a closed room, and dialed a number he had recently obtained.

"Please send me the tape. We will help you get through the matter you mentioned, but you know, we only want you and me to know about this matter."