Xiao Yiju finally emptied her stomach, frowned, covered her stomach, and opened the door.
It has been ten days since he decided to become a successful anchor, but there are still only three people in the live broadcast room.
Two of them are suspected to be servants in the house, and one is the famous anti-counterfeiting live broadcaster Qiang Ge.
The day before yesterday, when he was live streaming, he showed off his figurines to two people in the room. As a result, Brother Qiang entered his room at some point and insisted that he was a rich second generation. His online name "I am not a rich second generation" was just an attempt to cover up his mistake.
Xiao Yiju was not convinced.
What kind of rich second generation is he?
He is so poor that he only has shares worth billions and 200,000 yuan in pocket money every month, but he still calls himself a rich second generation?
What's more, in order to spite his family, he had refused all family support a month ago and was ready to support himself completely.
So Mr. Xiao Wu is really not a rich second generation now.
Brother Qiang probably couldn't find any fake anchors to fight with recently, so he set his sights on him, the future star of the live broadcast industry, and said he wanted to compete with him.
Isn’t he just trying to use himself to appease the netizens in his live broadcast room?
Master Xiao Wu understands!
Xiao Yiju opened the door while muttering, and suddenly his eyes widened.
Where is his custom seafood bucket noodles?
How did he fall to the ground?
Even his Persian rug was stained.
Could it be that his bedroom was invaded?
How is that possible?
Even if the Xiao family manor is not the most heavily guarded place in the country, it’s almost there, okay?
But if there was no intruder, how could the instant noodles fall onto the carpet by themselves?
How windy is it?
The wind can’t selectively blow away all the abalone and lobster in the instant noodles, right?
Xiao Yiju carefully searched for clues in the house.
He finally discovered that there were small black handprints on the carpet that extended all the way to under his bed.
Finally he found me, little thief, where are you going?
Xiao Yiju was encouraged and pretended not to notice. He secretly grabbed a hidden knife in the room, bent down suddenly, and shouted at the bottom of the bed: "Little thief, get out!"
No one answered. Under the bed was a chubby baby sleeping soundly. Her belly was protruding high, and she was curled up in the arms of a full-scale action figure like a kitten. She looked both well-behaved and insecure.
Hearing Xiao Yiju's voice, the fat boy was not awakened. Instead, he hugged the figurine even tighter and said in a baby voice, "Mom."
Even the usually unruly Mr. Xiao Wu was moved by this cute voice.
It seems that Naituanzi regards this figurine as his own mother.
Xiao Yiju scratched his head. The invader was just a milk ball this big?
Why didn’t Dahei bark?
All the thoughts he had previously had in his mind, such as fighting to the death and impressing his brothers, were thrown out of the window.
Xiao Yiju carefully tried to pull the little girl out from under the bed, but she was holding the figurine very tightly, and there was no way to pull her out without hurting it.
It just so happens that this figurine is one of Xiao Yiju’s favorite custom figurines. There is only one in the world, and if it breaks, it will be gone.
Xiao Yiju sighed and said, "Let it be. Fortunately, it's summer now, so the little girl shouldn't get sick from the cold."
He carefully took a blanket from the bed and threw it on the baby's belly, then walked to the computer desk, wiped it clean and turned on the camera.
"Hey everyone, I'm 'I'm Not a Rich Second Generation' and I'm back."
Xiao Yiju gave a smile that he thought was very appropriate.
Although he only has two fans, Xiao Yiju is dedicated and will never neglect his live broadcast just because he has only two fans.
However, when Xiao Yiju saw the number of people in his live broadcast room, he was completely stunned.
Now, more than 3,000 people have flocked to Xiao Yiju's live broadcast room, and the number of his fans has increased to 500, and the number is constantly rising!
The subtitles kept scrolling.
Xiao Yiju swallowed hard.
Although he had been looking forward to everyone's attention for a long time, the increase was a little too fast, which made him uneasy.
[I'm not a second-generation rich kid, can you help me figure out when I'll become rich? ]
[Host, can you help me calculate whether my current boyfriend is a scumbag? ]
[Anchor, can you really tell fortunes? ]
【Was it just a coincidence?】
[No, where's the host's voice changer? The babyish voice just now is better than this one.]
......
"What are you talking about?"
Xiao Yiju had no idea what was going on and was completely confused.
【Master, how long will you keep pretending? 】
We all saw it just now.
[Brother Qiang has gone to the hospital for stitches.]
【Master, please tell me another fortune. 】
......
From the fragments in the subtitles, Xiao Yiju finally understood the whole story.
It turned out that during the time he was away, someone tampered with his live broadcast and predicted that Brother Qiang would fall, and Brother Qiang really fell.
The people in the live broadcast room now were originally those who wanted to watch Brother Qiang’s fight against counterfeiting. Unexpectedly, they saw the ironclad judgment of “I am not a rich second generation”, so they all flocked into Xiao Yiju’s live broadcast room.
Xiao Yiju opened her mouth wide. The biggest suspect now was obviously that milk ball.
But, a little kid, how can he be related to a so-called "master"?
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