"Alright, carry him down, another one has gone crazy."
"Hi, there was a comment just now pretending to be Caimao's dad."
"They say Lei Xuan doesn't have abnormal aesthetics, he's just a bit avant-garde. I really can't imagine how avant-garde someone can be as avant-garde as him!"
Yan Ci had just parked the car when he saw this sentence flash across the barrage.
His face suddenly turned black.
Is it possible that he is indeed Lei Xuan's biological father?
It’s just that at Mr. Lei’s age, typing is a bit slow?
*
The towel on Yan Xianjue’s wrist.
It was he who chose it with his mother and Yan Xianjue.
It can’t be too thick, it won’t look good.
It can’t be too thin, it won’t absorb sweat.
The pattern cannot be too dark or too light.
The fabric cannot be too soft, nor can it be too hard.
It took me a whole afternoon to choose!
Yan Ci felt like he had looked through all the towels he might use in his lifetime.
In the end, I chose the brand I usually use at home.
A product line was specially customized for him.
The xj label above refers to Yan Xianjue's name.
Of course, this product line, customized according to Yan Xianjue's preferences, is also released to the public.
And the sales were surprisingly good.
Not only does Yan Xianjue not have to spend money on this every month, but he can also make a small profit from the brand.
There are people in the barrage saying that it is a fake!
Yan Ci said that he could not bear this grievance.
*
Yan Ci was driving when he learned that there were internet trolls in the live broadcast room of the variety show that Yan Xianjue was going to record today.
He was not in a hurry at that time. After all, the troll army was questioning Ji Xi, and it was Ji Xi who had a bad reputation. What did it have to do with his speech?
He just kindly forwarded the message to former police officer Ji Heng.
Then he slowly entered the live broadcast room while driving.
As soon as he entered, he saw the comment that made him angry.
He hummed softly and moved his fingers.
The next second, in Ji Xi's live broadcast room, one spaceship after another roared past.
All the comments on the screen were cleared.
Only a golden barrage of comments remained on it, which, in every sense, exuded the fragrance of money.
"Stupid, that's the real thing."
The audience in the live broadcast room had not yet recovered from the shock of the screen full of spaceships.
He was scolded by the golden barrage.
Wait until the spaceship special effects are finally over.
The barrage seemed to have been driven crazy just now.
Crazy Blowout:
"What the hell, what the hell."
"Brother Fu spent hundreds of thousands of dollars just to call me an idiot. It's worth it!"
"How many are there? Do you have a headcount?"
"I didn't see clearly, but there were at least a dozen or so, and they jumped straight to number one."
Yan Ci continued to post the exclusive golden barrage for Big Brother:
"Don't get me wrong, I just want you to shut up."
"After all, the live streaming platform belongs to me, so the money I spend will only return to my pocket in another form."
Live audience: "..."
"Draw your sword!"
"I knew the term 'hatred of the rich' would appear for a reason!"
The banquet speech continued slowly:
"As for the name-calling? I wasn't name-calling. I was just stating the facts."
Live audience: "..."
“There’s a sense of familiarity.”
"Is the code for this yc?"
"I just clicked on the homepage and saw...it's him..."
"Are you guys playing some kind of Riddler?"
"Oh, it's an esports player. He often says during matches that he's just stating the facts, then he'll criticize his opponents from head to toe."
More and more people clicked on Yanci’s account.
The e-sports players are certified openly, and the number of fans cannot be faked.
Even the pinned video is related to the transfer.
"So this is really a banquet?!"
"He just went straight to the big size?"
"Is this just idleness or madness?"
"Wait a minute, what was that poor student's name? Did someone just call him Mr. Yan?"
"Some people even call him Master Yan."
"So what's his relationship with Yan Ci? The surname Yan is quite rare, isn't it?"
Yanci continued to reply:
"Blind student, you've found the highlight."
The assistant director looked at the director with a frown on his face: "Director, there are not many viewers watching our live broadcast anymore."
The director glared at her: "Don't I know?"
The director racked his brains to think of how to divert the attention of the audience in the live broadcast room back to the teenagers who were choosing furniture.
No matter how high the traffic of Yanci is, it is not their show.
After the variety show is edited, the barrage of comments in the live broadcast room will not be included.
He was worried.
I saw that the number of viewers in the live broadcast room suddenly increased again.
He suddenly had a bad feeling.
The next second the premonition came true.
A group of small accounts that didn’t even change their system avatars came in.
"Lei Xuan just has a more avant-garde aesthetic, but those who don't appreciate it are in trouble!"
director:"……"
“Hahahahahaha.”
Lei Xuan suddenly burst out laughing.
*
Yan Xianjue, who was talking to his manager about extending his desk, suddenly turned around.
Shen Fangli stood up from the chair she was trying to sit on and almost sprained her waist.
Ji Xi's hand slipped while signing the electronic order, and the signature was immediately invalidated.
Yao Weiwan leaned on the bookshelf in a daze.
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