Chapter 27 The Sixth Live Broadcast

"I really should have some quick-acting heart pills with me." Channel manager Medila said to his assistant after hanging up the phone.

The assistant nodded in agreement, and said, "Teacher Fate is really good at it. He can always create such a big scene every time he starts broadcasting."

Medila still had sweat on his forehead, but he smiled and said, "After ten minutes of broadcasting, the chart-topping revenue exceeded 50 million. Even if it were put on the most popular war game channel in the entertainment area, it would still be second to none!"

After Medila made the arrangements, he said to his assistant, "Move the interstellar roaming lines reserved for the Knowledge video area over here, and connect all of them to Fate. Then transfer two groups of super managers to take charge. It's only been ten minutes, and tonight will definitely have a big ending!"

"You have to be careful, be careful, be careful, don't let the last gift ranking accident happen again, where the anchor was kicked out of the live broadcast room!"

"Do you understand?"

"Yes! Yes!" The work area was filled with responses from employees. They immediately started to move. The customer service hall was covered with sound-absorbing mats, so all the bugs moved around without making any noise. Only the bugs in the same uniforms kept switching positions and coming and going in a hurry. It looked like a shadow clone conference was taking place in the hall.

Medilla returned to his office, closed the door carefully to make sure nothing leaked out, and turned on the frosted mode of the transparent glass doors and windows. His solemn official tone instantly disappeared, and he jumped up and down on the spot, his face flushed, and he clenched his fists and shouted excitedly, "yes!" "yes!"

Just now!

Under the Entertainment Division, the regional manager personally called him and asked about Medila's work status. Specifically, he asked if a big streamer had been poached from the gaming division recently? Or was a big streamer re-entering the game with a new account and was recognized by his old fans?

【Knowledge】The channel’s monthly turnover was only 200 million gold rupees at its peak. Just two days into this month, the virtual currency turnover suddenly exceeded more than a quarter of that amount overnight.

The family behind the account that made the list also has shares in StarNet Entertainment. They called him many times to inquire about the matter, and the regional managers were relatively gentle and polite in their responses.

He used the excuse of asking whether they had recruited a big anchor, but in fact he was hinting to Medila to be honest. Even if he wanted to achieve good results, he'd better not deceive those people with good connections.

People who don’t know would think that our government is not doing legitimate business and has started to specialize in cutting off the rich and powerful!

After Medila gave a thorough explanation and showed the financial report and the data of the previous five live broadcasts to the boss, the boss reluctantly believed that a new pillar of the team had emerged on the Knowledge Channel.

After making it clear that there was no trickery and it was not a data bug, the division manager immediately became more amiable. He chatted with Medila for a while, praising her performance and work ability, and the conversation ended perfectly.

Medila was very motivated at this time. With the recognition from the official branch manager, he immediately gave the green light to Mr. Fit from Golden Apple Benguo. He sat back at his workstation and happily entered Mr. Fit's live broadcast room with his trumpet to observe the situation.

The additional Star Travel lines immediately made the comment section of the live broadcast room smoother, and most of the audience crawled back from Fit's personal website forum and actively spoke up.

For a while, the comment section was ablaze with excitement, with a chat fever so intense that it was dizzying.

[If I hadn’t seen this red heart during the first live broadcast, I would have thought he was a gang of thieves who came here to speculate in virtual currencies and collaborate with the anchor to launder money and use illegal means! ]

【It’s been 20 minutes since the show started, and I’m watching this ranking competition for 10 minutes. I’m speechless. I don’t even dare to set the denomination of virtual currency like this when I play Happy Solitaire. Are we still using the same currency system?】

[Ah, the bugs on the high-level star are good. After spending so much money, the anchor will definitely chat with him privately later. Maybe he can get some private information! ]

[Not necessarily. This anchor is the most arrogant one among all the anchors I have seen on Starnet for so many years. He hardly interacts with the audience. Damn it. If he is not really good, who would stay in this chaotic live broadcast room and get beaten and scolded!]

[Who understands? The award-giving celebration party on the day I was promoted to colonel was not lively in the live broadcast room. I was chased and scolded by more than 100,000 crazy card-learning dogs. Damn it, the peak moment of my life was actually being chased by a group of people of the same sex. I couldn't stand it and almost became a psychopath! ]

【Hahaha, you know what, did you read a post on the forum this morning? There was a post by a military school student who described himself as a middle-level bug. He used to be shy and didn’t know how to talk in college. Every time he participated in the campus league, he was always disturbed by his opponent’s trash talk and lost the game. But hahaha, he said that since he joined Teacher Fite’s live broadcast room, his eloquence has improved dramatically. After the campus league yesterday, although he was still one step behind, his trash talk made the high-level opponent on the opposite side cry. I laughed to death. The poster also thanked the high-level bug instructor of the card school who exchanged trash talk with him on the Internet at the end of the post.】

【Hahahaha, the most amazing thing is that this post was reported, but the moderator refuted the report. I won’t tell you who broke the defense! 】

[#Please, you high-level people have really bad mentality! #——This is a post for pointing the way, thanks. 】

[Fuck, the super moderator didn't block this red heart, is that true? Is that true? ? It's actually a legal reward? ? ? Awesome! ! In addition to the game area, I can actually see super streamers in other areas who make tens of millions of gold rou every minute! ]

The comment section was a mess. If you glanced at it wrongly, you would no longer be able to see the comments that discussed the previous story content. Anushka simply blocked all the comments and patiently read today's story from the beginning.

It’s not even half past nine now, and the host hasn’t written much, just five or six hundred words, so it won’t take long to read carefully.

Anushka had just finished a temporary mission to suppress a riot of star beasts, and was still sitting in the cockpit of the armor, with a tactical microphone in one ear, listening to her comrades reorganizing the team on the channel, assigning the next task of suppressing the blasting point, and dividing the valuable parts of the dead star beasts, while with a personal microphone in the other ear, she was listening to the pure music soundtrack in the Star Network live broadcast room.

On one side is killing for profit, on the other side is elegance and elegance.

The short and neat words reflect the emotions of the protagonist and the writer, which are calm and relaxed, as if they had both had a full meal of happiness.

Anushka stared at these words expressionlessly, her needle-shaped beast eyes, one gold and one red, slowly turned back into more "human" dot-shaped eyes. The rampant murderous desire caused by excessive killing in the mission finally found a breakthrough, and the negative energy and madness flowed out of Anushka's heart, no longer suffocating him, making it difficult for him to breathe and making him unbearably restless.

@Fit:

[……

Since then, my relationship with Fate has become closer and more friendly. It seems like a cosmic rule, as if God has stipulated that as long as we talk to each other honestly and are close to each other, we can overcome obstacles and enter Eden hand in hand with our souls.

All the pain, sorrow and confusion will be kept outside the door of this old school building that is about to be demolished. Inside the door, there are only Fate and I.

You and me.

…

I started to actively increase the distance between me and Fette, which was easy to do.

He admired my knowledge, and I liked his naked sincerity.

But sometimes, certain qualities that are in me, in my character, in my instincts, will not disappear just because I am interested in Fate.

I come from Cat's Eye. I have traveled for many years, but my temper and desire for control have never faded.

Once my attention was focused on Fate, I naturally wanted to interfere with him.

Just like all my friends, I use tricks to train and pamper my slaves to become beautiful and pleasing treasures.

Fortunately, fortunately.

What Fate saw was me, not Saint, not Mr. So-and-so, what he saw was his friend Carol.

The first time I subconsciously interfered with him was because he always smoked regardless of the occasion. I have a dull feeling towards tobacco and I would smoke one occasionally to try the flavor, but I was not addicted.

But Fitt is a heavy smoker.

At first, I thought it was one of the habits of female insects. The Ottoman campus is swept clean every day, but the best-selling items in the canteen are always cigarettes and alcohol.

He smoked too much. He smoked when he was busy, when he was rushing to finish his homework, and when he was free and playing games. The dormitory was just a place for him to rest and take a shower, and it was the only time he didn't smoke.

I hadn't noticed it before, but after going in and out together many times, I was so annoyed by the smoke that I wanted to wear a filter mask.

…

After I said the infringing words, Fate did not change his behavior immediately, and given his temper, he would not change.

He even blew smoke at me on purpose.

I was a little angry and said very little that day. When the topic was over, I turned around and left.

But after I returned to the dormitory and sat for a while, reading a book and clearing my mind, I realized that something was wrong.

When Fate Wynn and Carol Sue became friends, they were two independent individuals with different personalities. They had no relationship other than friendship and did not need to obey hierarchy or orders.

That's why they can open up to each other.

After I figured it out, although I felt a little distressed, I still ordered a few boxes of high-quality cigarettes as gifts. Since he can't quit smoking, I'll just give him something good.

…

But unexpectedly, when Fate came back, there was not a trace of cigarette smell on him.

It was just like that day, he dragged a chair over and sat in front of me, then asked me with a playful smile.

Are you angry? Really angry?

…

I said nothing, but he sat up almost as I looked over.

Our conversation that night went smoothly and was once again heartfelt.

Fit is addicted to smoking because of the stimulants in cigarettes. He is always busy and in a hurry. If other people only have one time for classes, he will increase it to five times.

I have been able to live well here without experiencing the so-called social problems with my roommate. Also because of this, he gets very little sleep, and when he comes home it doesn't feel like he's sleeping. Instead, it's like a thief who comes to scout the place, lies down for a while, then gets up and leaves.

Fate said that his starting point was too low and he could only catch up by redoubled efforts.

Whenever he said these words, his eyes seemed to be filled with stars.

I like it very much.

So I said, yeah, then...

But Fate interrupted me, as he always does.

He said, however, if the smell of cigarettes bothers you, I would switch to a refreshing drink.

I was stunned.

When Fate made this decision, there was no solemn expression on his face, as if he was talking about an ordinary matter.

It is normal to change the habits that have been with you for many years.

I immediately broke out in a cold sweat on my back.

Fate was sitting opposite me and noticed that something was wrong with my expression, so he asked me what was wrong.

I pursed my lips and said after a long time, no, you don't need to do this.

Don't be like this.

Please don't do this, I said tremblingly in my heart.

Fate stared at me for a while and suddenly burst into laughter.

I stared at him blankly, a little confused.

He laughed and said in his annoying way, "What are you thinking about?"

No random thoughts allowed!

Fate reached out and knocked on the table in front of me, then grabbed the open Bible and slammed it shut.

The heavy clatter of books was like a door being pushed open and hitting the wall.

Fate said, okay, don’t think too much, I just went to the infirmary to ask, you sub-females are really weak.

Some have underdeveloped human bodies, some have underdeveloped organs, and some have underdeveloped senses of smell and hearing.

Fate said, I'm really afraid that if I smoke a cigarette, you will smell it a few more times and detect lung cancer. Thank you, but I don't think so.

He looked at me with a friendly and awkward smile, just like when he squatted down and asked me if I wanted to cooperate.

Fate said, I don't ask about your privacy, but if smoking really makes your bronchi and lungs or something uncomfortable and sick, I will find another way to refresh myself.

He waved his hands nonchalantly and said, there are many ways to refresh yourself, smoking is just one of them.

He said, we are friends, we should accommodate each other and get along with each other. I don’t want to see blood from the adjustment. Brothers can stand by you in your ribs, but they don’t mean they can stab you in the back.

Fate said, "Okay, Carol, don't think too much. I heard that the canteen has nicotine powder. Wow, isn't it more stimulating than cigarettes?"

He gestured with his hands with a smile and said happily: The course results will be out tomorrow. Then, I will buy some new products to have fun together?

I looked at him and thought, maybe I won't need to read the Bible anymore.

I said, get lost.

When he smiled, his canine fangs were exposed and his eyes were bright. He no longer looked like a wolf.

I like the way he laughs.

……]

"Kash, Major General Kashi -- Anushka Kashi!! -- are you screwed?"

"Calling, calling, soldier serial A567!!! - Zizizizi!"

Anushka's attention was drawn back by the piercing sound of microphone popping in his right ear. He frowned and took off his tactical microphone, which caused a little blood to flow out. His eardrum was almost perforated by his comrades.

Anushka used the fixed microphone in the cockpit to reply to her teammates: "It would be better if you and I were the only ones left dead in the team, so you called me like this."

Comrade: “…”

Comrade: "The spoils have been divided. The most valuable heads and hearts are marked with your serial numbers. The logistics soldiers will come to collect them later. The next mission is Karaman Star. Do you plan to stay here or go with us?"

The comrade waited for a while before his good captain replied on the channel: "Go."

Just a routine question to my comrades:?

It's strange, every time they conquer a wild alien planet, Anushka only fights the first battle, killing the most ferocious aliens like cutting melons and vegetables, and the remaining minions are left to other comrades in the team to share.

How could a super sharp soldier who was so picky that he only ate the first meal suddenly change his personality?

The comrade in the armor cockpit wanted to tease his good captain, but a cold voice came from the tactical microphone: "Are you going to leave or not? If you don't take off, I will slide and rise on your armor turret."

Artillery comrade: "...Fly, fly, fly, start the engine now."

Good captain, start by putting on your armor and crushing your teammates.

On the alien battlefield covered in devastation and filled with flames and blood, one after another, armors as tall as Titans ignited their engines, glided up into the sky, and rushed into the clouds.

Before Anushka responded to her teammates, his eyes had never left the live broadcast room, but the story stopped halfway and suddenly stopped.

The anchor started writing from 500 words to 1,600 and suddenly stopped writing. The comment section was in turmoil with countless comments. Anushka waited for a while and felt strange. She clicked on the bullet screen blocking button and found out the reason.

[Why did the anchor stop? Did he go to the backstage to respond to the number one? ]

[Nonsense, of course! If you are the number one on the list who earned more than 50 million gold, no matter which channel you are on, the anchor will kneel down and call the sponsor. 】

[What the hell, let’s finish the story first! Shit! What brand did Fate smoke? This is very important, tell me! ]

[The truth of the universe, if you are close to each other, you will definitely enter Eden. Ah, I love it. But when I think of the roommates I live with, they are all real female insects. Ah, I am depressed. Who wants to be close to a stinky female insect? I can't stand it.]

[At this time, I want to tag the high-class people in the card school. They are all noble old men living alone in single rooms. They can't chew and don't understand the tacit understanding between roommates, right? Farewell! The superior bugs living in single rooms! Hahahahaha! ]

Anushka's eyebrows twitched when she saw the 'financial sponsor' 'sliding on his knees' to 'please' and 'must' say a few words. So is this the reason why his number one position was pushed down?

Anushka, who joined the army at a young age, is an absolute "old fashioned" in terms of the Internet. He has no idea that in the live broadcast industry, the number one can make demands on the anchor, so at the beginning, he didn't care at all about the decline in the number one position.

But now when he sees these comments, he always feels uncomfortable.

Anushka went to compare the recharge amount in her account with the amount of red hearts and sneered.

Coincidentally, at this time, his comrades asked him if he wanted to continue slaughtering the alien beasts.

It's just the head of a lord-level star beast.

Sliding on your knees, who are you looking down on?

"Go." So, Anushka responded to her teammates.

As his teammates took off one after another, Anushka manually pushed the start lever, the engine ignited, and the cabin shook slightly. Anushka projected the Star Network live broadcast room next to his tactical panel, and as the story continued to add words, he concentrated on controlling the armor to rise.

The armor took off, and rushed into the stratosphere with aviation fuel and unparalleled mechanical speed. It went from the ground to the sky in just 17 seconds. The high physical pressure instantly tore and removed all the blood-stained debris on the super S-class armor body. The Black War God, which was splashed with the dirty blood of the alien's broken internal organs, was as clean as new in the blink of an eye.

After the armor passes through the ozone layer, it will reach the sky ring. After passing the sky ring and entering the black hole gate that can reach another dimension, the Zerg's star network will be disconnected.

After the armor took off and drove into the sky ring, Anushka caught up with the main group. He used his free hands to quickly switch the StarNet account to the backstage chat and sent a few words to the anchor.

SVIP Standard A567: [Ignore his request. I will crush him when I return from my mission.] Unread

SVIP Standard A567: [You don’t need to kneel down for anyone.] Unread

---SVIP A567 has been offline---

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All the information about the armor is now checked in the Aviation Encyclopedia and the movie The Wandering Earth. If there are any bugs, please pretend not to see them...