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This anchor...has clear logic, fluent expression, no sensationalism, and no bias.

It goes straight to the core of the problem and the suggestions given are practical.

This analytical style is calm, rational, and even a bit sharp.

This was completely different from the subordinates he usually came into contact with, who were either flattering, fearful, or stupid.

It is also very different from the emotional anchors commonly seen in live broadcast rooms.

Immediately afterwards, a man named "Trapped in the Siege" was connected to the microphone.

The voice was dull, telling of the seven-year itch in marriage and his boredom with his wife.

And... a vague romance with a young female colleague.

Gu Lin frowned again, this time with obvious coldness.

It's this cliché plot again.

However, An Xiaomao's reaction once again surprised him.

She did not exclaim or gossip like ordinary emotional anchors, nor did she hypocritically try to reconcile.

Instead, his voice became deeper, with an unquestionable seriousness:

"Mr. 'Trapped in a Besieged City,' the walls of the 'besieged city' you described were built by you yourself, and the key has always been in your hands.

Bored? Bored? That's no reason to let your mind wander! "

Her voice came through the headphones and hit Gu Lin's eardrums clearly.

With a strange penetrating power: "You said your wife is 'strict' and 'lacking interest', then may I ask, have you ever created 'interest' for her?

Have you taken the initiative to share housework and childcare so that she can have some breathing space to have some "fun"?

Or do you take her efforts for granted, treating your 'home' like a hotel that doesn't require maintenance, and then complain about how lifeless it is?"

Gu Lin's hand holding the water cup paused slightly.

These sharp questions, like peeling lice off a gorgeous robe, nakedly expose the selfish nature of men in some marriages.

He had seen too many business partners behave shabbily in their marriages, and An Xiaomiao's questioning actually made him feel a... subtle sense of recognition?

“Marriage is not a safe, you can lock it up and forget about it forever!

It requires continuous investment and careful management!"

An Xiaomao's tone became more and more firm, even with a hint of anger at the other party's lack of fighting spirit.

"What you perceive as 'freshness' is nothing but a dangerous illusion caused by hormones.

Have you ever considered whether the "ambiguity" of that female colleague is genuine or just because of the stimulation and convenience brought by your "married" status?

Is it worth risking years of relationships, family stability, and even career reputation for a momentary infatuation?

She paused, her voice slowed down, but became more earnest.

"It's not too late to stop. Redirect your attention to your family.

Talk to your wife and find ways to rekindle your love. Travel? Learn something new?

Even if it’s just a carefully prepared dinner or a deep conversation without your phone!

Don’t wait until you really lose the person who cooks for you, gives birth to your children, and devotes his youth to you before you regret it!

Responsibility and loyalty are the most basic responsibilities a man should have! "

Well said!!!

[The three views are so correct! Tears in my eyes! ]

[Scold him to wake him up! Support Xiao Miao! ]

[Married scumbag, get out! ]

The barrage exploded instantly.

Gu Lin looked at the small figure on the screen and listened to the powerful and positive words in the headphones.

There was a slight ripple in my heart.

In this impetuous era, on this live streaming platform where attracting attention is king.

Being able to analyze problems so clearly, sharply, and with a sense of responsibility.

The clarity and courage to maintain the bottom line of marriage are rare.

He has seen too many people lost in temptation and retreating in the face of responsibility.

An Xiaomao's words were like a stream of clear spring water, washing away the dust he had accumulated in the treacherous business world.

It made him feel a long-lost resonance of "correctness".

A strange emotion, unfamiliar even to himself, quietly grew.

It's not lust, it's not curiosity, but a pure appreciation and... recognition?

It’s like accidentally discovering a wild grass growing in the cracks of rocks in a bustling city, with an upright posture and emitting a unique fragrance.

Not dazzling, but tough.

Not flattering, but powerful in its own way.

When An Xiaomiao ended the live broadcast with a gentle pseudo-voice, saying "Life is not easy, but we can warm each other, cherish the people in front of us, and have a good night and sweet dreams", Gu Lin hardly thought about it.

He tapped the screen with his slender fingers, opening the gift interface.

Just skip those fancy cartoon gifts.

His eyes fell on the top, the gift that symbolized the highest level of the platform, the most expensive, and the most exaggerated special effects - "Bright Starry Sky".

Value: 1 million platform coins (equivalent to RMB 100,000).

Fingertips falling.

In an instant, the entire "An Xiaomiao's Warm Heart Tree Hole" live broadcast room was submerged in a vast virtual sea of stars!

Countless shining stars fell from the sky and gathered into a brilliant Milky Way.

Accompanied by grand and romantic system sound effects, gorgeous light effects almost occupy the entire screen!

A huge, platinum-shining ID—"L"—appeared ostentatiously at the absolute top of the reward list.

And it was followed by a number that made all the audience gasp: 1,000,000 platform coins!

The barrage went completely crazy:

[Holy crap! ! ! ! The galaxy is brilliant? ! ]

[One million platform coins?! One hundred thousand yuan?!]

【L Godly Rich!!!】

The top spot on the list has changed hands! Pay your respects to the giant!

[Little Meow! Look! You've been hit by a giant!]

[Oh my god! Which god has descended to earth?!]

In the live broadcast, An Xiao Miao seemed to be completely confused, and there was a few seconds of lag.

Then came an unbelievable, soft, cracked cry: "Ah?! Stars... the galaxy is so bright?! Thank... thank you 'L'... thank you, Big Boss L, for the galaxy! Oh my God! Little Meow... Little Meow, what have I done to deserve this..."

The voice was filled with genuine shock and a hint of panic, completely losing its previous clarity.

Gu Lin looked at the virtual sea of stars on the screen that was created because of him, and listened to An Xiaomao's panicked yet real reaction in the headphones.

The corners of his mouth twitched upwards almost imperceptibly.

An extremely short arc, almost impossible to capture, so fast that it seemed like an illusion.

No messages, no interaction.

It was as if the person who had just spent a huge amount of money and caused an earthquake in the live broadcast room was not him.

He calmly exited the live broadcast room and turned off the tablet.

The apartment returned to absolute silence.

The condensed water droplets on the wall of the ice water glass slowly slid down.

Gu Lin leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes.

The heavy buzzing sound accumulated deep in the brain due to high-intensity work seemed to be diluted a little by the short and strange "tree hole" time just now.

That anchor named "An Xiao Miao," that calm and rational analysis, that outspoken rebuke with a very positive outlook, and that genuine, slightly silly exclamation at the end...

Like a few small stones thrown into an ice lake, although they failed to melt the entire glacier, they created a circle of tiny ripples.

What he needs is to decompress and have a moment of distraction.

And "An Xiao Miao" accurately hit his hidden needs - not low-level sensory stimulation, but the collision of ideas and a kind of...

The subtle comfort of being right.

As for the 100,000 yuan?

To Gu Lin, it was just a trivial fluctuation in the numbers in his account.

He gave the reward not out of impulse, but more like a recognition of value.

In other words, it is a precise "feeding" to that rare clarity and courage.

It's like seeing a piece of art that you like and buying it, that's all.

He stood up and walked towards the bedroom, his steps still steady, his back still tall and lonely.

L.

A letter, a symbol.

A number one who left silently amidst the bustling sea of stars.