However, they could all understand why Feng Yuxiu always wanted to go out and "eat a bowl of noodles".
People who practice martial arts tend to eat a lot and digest food quickly.
Feng Yuxiu was poor, so he usually ate a bowl of noodles outside. How much was a bowl of noodles for a martial artist? It was not enough to fill his stomach, so he naturally got hungry faster.
Even if you eat two kilograms of beef and mutton, you will still feel hungry after half a day!
Otherwise, how can we say that the poor are good at literature but the rich are good at martial arts?
Not only does practicing martial arts require buying a lot of medicinal herbs to temper and restore the body, but even in terms of food, practicing martial arts far exceeds studying literature.
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Feng Yuxiu’s live broadcast started again.
However, many viewers had not left before, tens of thousands of real viewers, so as soon as Feng Yuxiu showed up, the live broadcast room exploded.
"The anchor is back?"
"6666! Tell me, how much did you lose?"
"Haha, I'm afraid it will bankrupt me!"
"Don't cry, anchor, stand up, Lu, it's okay even if you lose everything, I'll give you a rocket~"
"Still challenging?"
"Host, keep going! I'm waiting for you to show us what real Chinese martial arts are. That Taekwondo is so pathetic. One kick kills instantly. I haven't seen enough!"
"How can you still talk about Taekwondo like that? Taekwondo is pretty powerful. My friend learned it. During a fight, he did a high, turning, and side kick, but was knocked to the ground by the other person. Then he blackmailed him for 80,000! Is that useless?! Is that useless?!"
“···”
Feng Yuxiu couldn’t even read the dense barrage of comments.
And he's not the kind of funny or lively person, so how can he get along with the audience? Hey, dream on!
“Stop talking nonsense!”
There were too many comments, and he couldn't keep up, so he just scowled and yelled, "Everyone, be quiet! There are too many comments, and I can't see the picture!"
"Next, I will continue to challenge various martial arts schools in Hong Kong, first those foreign styles, and then various domestic styles."
At the same time, he raised his head, his face full of evil, "Here, I'm also spreading a message to those martial arts schools. If anyone doesn't want to be beaten down by me, stand up and I will teach you real, authentic martial arts."
"Otherwise, one day, I will hit you on the head!"
The audience was stunned.
“Oh my god?!”
"Anchor, you will have no friends if you do this."
"No, he's so arrogant to his fans, and he doesn't even allow comments... This kind of streamer is the first time I've seen one."
"Grandstanding?"
"No, I think the host is just like that. And his words are very meaningful. Seriously... Hey, accept the tip, rockets coming~!"
They were all very surprised at Feng Yuxiu's attitude and words.
But this does not stop them from continuing to post barrages.
Then, Feng Yuxiu's face turned black.
Simply not allowing barrages to be sent made the live broadcast room completely quiet.
It was at this time that the technical staff of the live broadcast platform headquarters discovered that Feng Yuxiu was online again, and immediately reported it to other departments.
Then, right after the meeting, the senior executives, who hadn’t even sat down yet, ran to the meeting room again.
"Why did he come out?"
"Isn't this against the rules? Isn't this provoking trouble and intentionally hurting people?"
"Maybe he has a background!"
"So, do you want to sign or not?"
"Take another look?"
"I think I can't watch it anymore, lest it be snatched away by other platforms. Let's sign it first!"
"That makes sense. I think, to show our sincerity, we should just send someone to find him!"
"good!"
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Lin Bin, Mr. Jia Qian, and Taoist Master Wang were also watching the live broadcast in the group.
Seeing that Master Jiaqian was about to go to the martial arts gym to fight again, Lin Bin thought for a moment and sent a comment: "Brother Feng, I think you can wait for a while."
"how?"
Feng Yuxiu was puzzled: "Group leader, do you think I need a rest?"
"It's not that, it's that you need an assistant."
Taoist Priest Wang also said: "Yes, you do need an assistant to help you live broadcast with your phone. Do you think you will just find someone to help you live broadcast when you go to the next martial arts gym?"
"What if he runs away with your phone?"
Feng Yuxiu: "..., then I'll beat him to death?"
"But what you said does make sense. I really need an assistant."
The monk Jiaqian was delighted and asked, "Do you have any money?"
"No."
Feng Yuxiu was very single and calm: "So I can't hire anyone."
Lin Bin's eyes lit up and he responded, "You mean you have a target? Who?"
"Shan Ying!"
Hearing Feng Yuxiu's answer, Lin Bin and Taoist Wang were both slightly stunned, and then said "Oh".
“It turned out to be her.”
"She's indeed a good candidate, with fair skin, good looks, and talent, but she's not even related to you, so she might not agree, right?"
Mr. Jiaqian: “???, what are you talking about?”
"She'll agree."
Feng Yuxiu was full of confidence.
Then, he said to his phone camera, "I changed my mind. Before I challenge the next martial arts gym, I need to find an assistant to help with the live broadcast."
"I can't challenge you while holding up my phone, right? You won't be able to see clearly that way."
Feng Yuxiu had no intention of negotiating. Looking at the live broadcast screen with no comments, he smiled, "Sure enough, it's more comfortable to watch like this. No one's talking nonsense."
"I'm not discussing this with you, I'm informing you."
The audience in the live broadcast room were furious.
Many big guys who were preparing to give rewards were so angry that they screamed and cried.
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