Anchor is forced to operate daily

In recent days, several major events surrounding several well-known anchors of Puffer TV have been spread in the game circle. There are discussions everywhere on the Internet that Pei Yanzhi airborne in the live broadcast room after retiring, the e-sports goddess and the retired God of War appearing on the same screen, the combination of Jedi three belts and one fantasy, Topics related to Shuangshuang X Yuanyao Wanli and Pei Yanzhi X Yuanyao Wanli.

In today's Internet age, the speed of news dissemination is very fast. The live video and game interview video about these keywords are deeply picked up by netizens, and various short videos are made to spread to each other.

All kinds of love and hatred between Pei Yanzhi, Yaoyao Wanli, KIKI, and Shuangshuang are magnified by the microscope and drawn into a line, and the audience plunges into the pit one after another, crazy.

The first winner in life is Wang Yang.

On the day when 'Jedi Three Belts One' was released and became popular all over the Internet, Wang Yang was left behind after an emergency meeting. The powerful boss patted him on the shoulder and said four words earnestly.

A bright future ahead.

Wang Yang stayed in the bathroom at the corner of the meeting room door for a long time and smoked almost half a pack of cigarettes. He sat on the toilet bent over and recalled the clips of the live broadcast over and over again, tearing up.

Because he was worried about being poached by BNG thousands of miles away, he was so worried that he could not sleep all night, and the crazy hair loss in just two days was a sign of going bald.

And Pei Yanzhi, who can decide whether the financial statements of Pufferfish TV game area are beautiful in a single thought, not only didn't dig up his remote money tree with a shovel, but even helped loosen the soil and spread a handful of golden fertilizer!

He is simply a Bodhisattva descending to earth!

Cheng Yao took the initiative to call Wang Yang after the broadcast that day, and politely discussed whether other content could be broadcast live in the future, trying to ensure the game time as much as possible.

Wang Yang was in his late thirties, and his snot was almost thrown out from his emotions.

As long as you are still there, I don't care what you broadcast!

You live broadcast catching pokemon every day, and I don't care about you planting gourd babies!Just do not break the law!

At the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, the wind is getting colder and colder, the old tube building is not ventilated, and the surrounding air is always rotten and humid.

In this kind of weather, the seafood barbecue city downstairs has officially entered the carnival season. When the evening comes, the fresh beef and mutton are skewered on the hot charcoal, and the scallops and oysters on the iron plate next door are topped with spring onion. Garlic soup, and the large iron fan next to the grill is used as a smoke machine, rolling up the burnt aroma of the food and the autumn wind lingering for hundreds of miles.

Cheng Yao, who spent a whole day shopping in Xinhua Bookstore, has gained a lot. He sits at a low table in the BBQ City and eats skewers, with the heavily packed books behind him.

He used to work overtime every day to broadcast live until one or two o'clock, and it was already afternoon when he woke up.

Now he wakes up around [-] o'clock in the morning every morning, turns on the live broadcast immediately after washing, changes the title to "playing games at [-] o'clock in the evening", and then holds a laptop in front of the computer to take online classes, putting all kinds of question marks on the barrage side.

Fans from thousands of miles away were equally puzzled at the beginning and searched everywhere. They never thought that he would play for real, but the anchor who used to broadcast only at night suddenly became online all day. .

A few days have passed, and everyone has become accustomed to hanging in the live broadcast room to explain to the crowd who don't know the truth and come to watch.

Now that a fixed game time at night has been guaranteed, Cheng Yao actually does not need to live broadcast the online classes during the day.

only……

Pei Yanzhi would always appear not long after he started broadcasting, and would be high on the VIP list.

Cheng Yao originally thought that Pei Yanzhi's accompanying him meant playing games with him at night, but he didn't expect that he would even be there during the day.

Then there is no reason not to broadcast live.

Netizens are also very confused. Every time they click into the live broadcast room, it is either "Concepts and Operations of Sets" or "Introduction to English Grammar--Definitions of Nouns".

If you want to stay, everyone came here for the game at the beginning, and they are not interested in these hypnotic chanting content at all.

If you want to leave, Pei Yanzhi has been hanging here like a god, and whenever he is tired from studying far away and turns his head to look at the screen, he will immediately post a barrage to prove that he is still there.

A small number of academic masters are overjoyed, and they should all consolidate and improve themselves, and learn along with them.

Most of the scumbags were in pain, but in order to catch the wild Pei Yanzhi, they bit the bullet and listened together.

There are also some people, looking for candy in the ocean of knowledge in order to eat CP.

In any case, you can watch the Three Belts and One of the Jedi at night, die without regrets, and make money without losing money.

Cheng Yao bought a lot of books he needed online, but there were still some textbooks that were only sold in bookstores. Taking advantage of Pei Yanzhi's saying that he didn't have time to watch the live broadcast today, he happened to go out to buy books.

Cheng Yao burped in satisfaction after finishing the string of tens of dollars, and turned to go home after paying the bill.

The schoolbag on her back was a gift from Pei Shuangshuang. It was shaped like a Level 24 bag in PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds. There was a small M[-] pendant hanging on the zipper, which jingled as the schoolbag swung.

Carrying a stack of books on his back was not too heavy, and Cheng Yao, who was climbing the stairs, was out of breath. He recalled when he was in elementary school.

At that time, he didn't have a schoolbag, and he always used the kind of canvas bags used in supermarkets to pack books.

The book is too heavy, and the two hand straps will always break. Every day after school, he has to carry the bag with both hands, which is very strenuous for him who is thin.

However, at that time, he never had to carry heavy books upstairs.

As long as he yelled loudly downstairs, someone would definitely answer and run downstairs to help him carry the books up.

When he reached the third floor, Cheng Yao stopped at the stairs, stretched his neck unconsciously and looked at a certain door through the long corridor.

Time turned quickly, and the perspective returned to many years ago. There was a vague figure in front of that door, waving at him from a distance.

"elder brother……"

Cheng Yao looked in that direction with unfocused eyes and muttered in a low voice.

He was too young at that time, no matter how he recalled, that person's face was blurred.

All the dependence, love, and longing in the past have turned into a dream-like illusory past with the move of that family, as if nothing was left behind.

He never wanted to leave here. He had already paid the down payment for a new house in the city center that was big and spacious enough to have heating in winter and air-conditioning in summer, and the renovation had already been completed a few months ago.

but……

Once people go, the building is empty.

That period of the past will get farther and farther away from him as he grows older, and finally sink into the deepest part of memory.

It stands to reason that important memories should not be easily forgotten, but in the past of those years, he really can't remember which conversation he had with that person in his fragmentary memories was the last time, and he doesn't remember what he said.

Did he make a promise to come back?

Did you leave without saying goodbye?

Cheng Yao didn't remember, not at all.

Before the distant memories were over, the moisture in Cheng Yao's eyes blurred his vision one step at a time. He returned to reality, looked up at the flickering corridor lights, blinked his eyes a few times to hold back his tears, and continued to climb the stairs sullenly.

When he reached the fifth floor, the lingering autumn wind carried a pungent tobacco smell into Cheng Chengyao's nose. He was so choked that he covered his nose and bent down to cough for a long time, frowning and raising his head.

"Yo, you're back? Why change the lock? Do you know how long I've been waiting for you?"

The iconic smoke formed by the transition of smoking came from not far away.

Cheng Yao's dark pupils suddenly locked, and he turned his head stiffly to look.

The figure of the middle-aged man is not very burly, basically on the same level as Cheng Yao, who is in his early 1.7 meters. The stubble on his face looks dirty, his eyes are dull as if he has not slept for days and nights, and his lower eyelids are black. Bluish, deeply sunken eye sockets.

Seeing that Cheng Yao didn't speak, Cheng Honghui threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it, walked up to him step by step, and slapped him on the face with the back of his hand twice.

"What's the matter, Cheng Yao, I haven't seen you for so long, and the person who gave birth to you doesn't even know each other anymore? Huh?"

The smell of smoke from the mouth in front of him caused Cheng Yao's stomach to convulse. He turned his face away from his biological father's hand, stepped back suddenly and wiped his face vigorously with his sleeve, as if he had just been touched by something dirty. Same thing.

"What are you doing here?"

Cheng Yao suppressed his nausea and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.

"Don't you know what I'm here for?" Cheng Honghui bent down laughing as if he had heard a very funny joke, his cloudy eyes were bare, "I heard that you are doing well. You can sit in front of the computer for a few hours. Tens of thousands of money. Why? Float when you get rich? Don’t know what your last name is?”

"What else did you give me besides this surname? Oh yes, and this life."

Cheng Yao stared at his so-called father as if he were a stranger, and said in an extremely cold tone, "If you have the guts to take your life away, don't even think about money."

Cheng Honghui didn't expect to see his son, who always bowed his head and promised promises for a few years, to suddenly be so kind. His greedy purpose was easily shattered, and he rushed forward in shame and choked Cheng Yao's neck.

"Do you think I dare not? Cheng Yao!"

Cheng Yao was violently pushed to the ground by him, the back of his head was knocked dizzy, if the schoolbag behind his back resisted the strong inertia for the first time, he might have been knocked unconscious.

He was pinched so hard that he couldn't breathe, he tried his best to bend his knees and mercilessly bumped into the belly of the person on him.

Cheng Honghui burst into tears from the pain, let go of him, turned over and fell to the side, covering his stomach.

Panting and standing up against the wall, Cheng Yao looked at his biological father writhing like maggots on the floor, with never-before-seen hatred appearing in his clear eyes.

"Cheng Honghui, even if you have given me a little paternal love since I was a child, I would be willing to provide for you even if I go to beg for food. But you know what you are, you know best!"

"You never cared when grandpa was seriously ill, and used his money to buy medicine to gamble."

"He just passed away, and his bones are not cold yet. You eagerly come here to count the family property."

"Seeing that the name on the house book is only me, you beat me so hard that I was seriously injured and hospitalized."

Cheng Yao was emotional, breathing more and more violently, and the pain from the back of his head made him more awake than ever. He picked up the umbrella that someone didn't know who put it in the stairwell, and pointed the pointed end at Cheng Honghui.

Seeing the hatred in his eyes, Cheng Honghui knew he was afraid. He got up from the ground, and immediately softened his tone and tried to play the emotional card.

"Yaoyao...you listen to me..."

Although Cheng Yao was gnashing his teeth just now, he spoke at a normal volume, but now he suddenly seemed like a raging lion, interrupting him almost roaring, and swearing uncontrollably.

"Shut up! Don't fucking call me by my name! You...you deserve it too?!"

Cheng Honghui's impression of Cheng Yao has always been soft, like a plasticine that can be rounded and flattened at will.

That woman is a slut herself, and the child she gave birth to will not be a good thing, he has always believed so firmly.

He hated the child's fearful and timid eyes when he saw him since he was a child, and hated his eyes that were so similar to that woman's.

What kind of son is nothing more than a funeral object of a broken marriage,

Cheng Honghui leaned on the railing speechless, staring at the umbrella pointed at him with horror, feeling that the bland plastic umbrella head might pierce his throat at any time.

"Let me tell you... don't think that I will help you fill the hole in gambling. If you die, out of humanitarianism, I can take care of your funeral."

Cheng Yao was so excited that his throat was ripped out just now, and it became more and more difficult to speak, but his eyes were like wind knives and frost swords, and he squeezed out a sentence word by word.

"This is the last entanglement between me and you."