Pride & Lust (3)
Watching the live broadcast was really a coincidence.
Song Shu simply clicked into the animation software she often watched, and what she saw was overwhelming news about the debut of a virtual anchor named "Miracle", as well as a lot of clips.
After all, she was the wife he had spent tens of thousands of dollars on in the game. Song Shu couldn't resist the temptation and clicked on it.
The result disappointed him greatly. Miracle was indeed a boy. Both the suit and the voice were male.
Song Shu sighed. But then he thought, fortunately he is not a cross-dresser, at least his gender is directly told to him, so he doesn't have to be fooled again TT
Because he was so rich, Song Shu's bedroom was very big. Even when he curled up in bed, all he could feel was the coldness of money.
Money is so cold.
Song Shu rolled over excitedly, "555, I was so poor in the last world, and I'm not used to this world suddenly being so rich."
However, living alone with only the housekeeper visiting occasionally is still a bit lonely. This may be the trouble that comes with being too rich.
555 sharpening the knife: [When will you do the task? ]
Song Shu didn't pretend to be deaf this time. He thought seriously and said, "Tomorrow?"
555 is also tired: [You'd better do it tomorrow. ]
…
Song Shu was a little sleepy after taking a shower and curled up in bed, but when he talked about miracles with 555, he became curious about them.
Because they didn't know each other at all, even if the miracle was a boy, Song Shu could only feel the expected fucked-up feeling of "As expected". Even more, she was glad that she didn't know the other person and didn't have to worry about being gay.
In the first two worlds, his wife was almost turned gay. Song Shu really didn't want to experience the horror of "the one who was originally in love with you, but when you were about to be honest with each other, he took out something bigger than yours" for the third time.
It's not that he can't accept boys liking him. He likes boys, but he can politely refuse boys' liking as long as it doesn't bother him. It's just...! The idea of his wife changing her gender is really beyond the scope of Mori*wan*organization, which involves the pain of changing cognition.
Out of curiosity, Song Shu clicked on Miracle's live broadcast room, and a little fox jumped out in the middle of the screen, howling and holding a welcome sign.
The fox is very cute. It slowly tears a crack on the screen for the player, and then the sound of a miracle comes.
"Hello everyone, today's live broadcast will start on time, but please wait a moment, I need to debug the equipment."
During the debugging period, several white-haired foxes ran around in the live broadcast room, and the barrage of comments kept scrolling.
In the game, these are all available for players to choose, including the initial suit of the anchor Miracle, and players can choose freely. The opening animation and waiting animation will be different depending on the initial suit selected.
Song Shu also chose the fox at that time, but he chose the female protagonist, while the miracle here is a boy.
Song Shu continued watching.
Soon, a young man with fox ears jumped out on the screen.
Probably because the plot had just begun, Miracle's suit was still rudimentary. It looked good, but not too detailed. However, the facial capture and motion capture were very flexible, and Miracle itself had a good live broadcast effect, so it became a big hit on the first day of live broadcast.
Song Shu looked at the endless balance in his bank card and sent ten big rockets without blinking.
The platform of Miracle Live is a green software called Frog. The rewards are very simple and roughly divided into fan light boards, cheering sticks, cheering gifts, luxury sports cars, big villas, and super invincible rockets.
The big rocket is the highest level gift, and a big rocket costs 10,000 yuan. After the anchor gets the big rocket, a small speaker will be displayed at the same time: xx live broadcast room is launching a rocket, come and have a look~
Song Shu swiped ten in one go, and the live broadcast room was already filled with question marks. He looked at the balance that had not changed at all, and decided to swipe ten more.
[Invalid Chi Chi Balancing Principle] Send out ten big rockets for the anchor Miracle, come and have a look~
The continuous rain of rockets not only stunned the live broadcast room, but also the miracle. He was originally joking with the comments, but now he was completely frozen, forgetting to read the thank you for the gift, and was fixed on the screen.
"boss……?"
=What the hell? ? Which boss?
=Oh my god? 20w? ?
=20w! I spent my annual salary in one day
=My heart is broken, I don't even get 200k a year here
=Fuck, I have some conspiracy theories. Our Miracle was only born a few days ago, how come there is such a rich boss? ? Could it be that a competitor is behind Miracle? ? Is the next step to refund minors?
The issue of underage refunds happens in every anchor circle. Some anchors are even forced to broadcast "for free" until now because the amount of money they need to refund is too large.
=Oh my god, if the refund is really requested by a minor, then wouldn’t the anchor be in big trouble?
= If it is really a refund for minors, excluding the platform's portion, shouldn't Miracle have to refund at least 100,000 yuan? ? I remember Miracle said on the first day that he came to work as a part-time virtual anchor because he was poor? Even the leather suits were made by himself
Song Shu wanted to leave after giving the gift. Just like that comment, he also gave the gift to Miracle because he thought of Miracle's background, but he didn't expect the comment to be about framing him.
In the live broadcast room, Miracle also began to react and stammered out his words of thanks, looking still very immature.
As a former supervisor of Miracle, Song Shu knew exactly how hard Miracle had worked to get to this point, and also knew how long Miracle had been preparing for the program effects on the first day of broadcast.
Song Shu thought about it and decided to explain. He posted a message: [I am not a minor, I just like the anchor. Come on^^]
SC stands for super chat, which means super bullet screen or eye-catching message. Audiences can pay to send SC, which will let the host see eye-catching colorful messages. SC is also divided into different levels. The more you pay, the more eye-catching the color.
Seeing Miracle's ears turn red and the clear boy's voice read out his ID and SC in an unsmooth manner as a thank you, Song Shu inexplicably felt a sense of accomplishment in raising a son.
【Put away your smile.】
Song Shu smiled foolishly, "It would be great if I could take this money into the real world."
555 stretched out his tone: [Mission points can be exchanged for ten times the money in the real world. ]
Song Shu paused, "Task points? Do we have such a thing?"
[Yes, but I haven't told you yet. Your current mission points are about three million.]
[The points for completing a world are about one million, and there will be additional rewards based on the completion of the plot. Even if you fail, you will still get a guaranteed minimum number of points. ]
According to the exchange rate of 1:10, 555 Youyou: [You are now a super rich man. ]
Song Shu: ! !
"Resurrection doesn't cost money?"
555 Rich Man Speaks: [Of course, money is the least valuable thing in the points exchange mall. ]
“……!!!”
…
"555, I want to do a mission. Of course, it's not for money. You know, I'm not such a vulgar person. I just love this job very much. I am willing to do every mission."
"As for being dissatisfied with the female lead's gender change, that's simply nonsense. I love my job the most."
Song Shu held up a squirrel pillow and said, "I, 2D-chan, swear that I will start the mission today."
It really doesn’t matter whether I have money or not. You see, I’m worth hundreds of billions, but I’ve never cared about money. I didn’t care about it before, and I don’t care about it now. I love my work the most.
555: [.]
If it had known earlier and talked about money, would it have needed to persuade Song Shu for so many days?
Song Shu glanced at the 99+ items waiting to be shipped on Taobao and once again felt the joy of being rich.
In real life, he is just a small rich man, but in the game he is a tycoon.
Thinking about it, Song Shu opened Zhixbao and donated 500,000 yuan to poor children and love breakfast. He still had a lot of money, so he would donate hundreds of thousands of yuan to different projects every day.
After donating, Song Shu started to smile foolishly again, thinking how good it was to have money.
After laughing foolishly for a long time, Song Shu picked up his phone and said seriously, "Tell me, what is the specific task?"
It’s all about money (crossed out), and he loves his job.
555: [You can open a small account and insult the marginal man. ]
Song Shu: “…”
Is this money something that must be earned?
Seeing that Song Shu was about to shrink back again, 555 Youyou: [You swore that you love your work. ]
Song Shu took a deep breath and registered the second account in one breath.
When I registered the secondary account, a lot of messages popped up on Fetion, most of which were from the class group, and some from a few classmates I usually hang out with.
Song Shu pretended not to see the messages, clicked into the registration page again, picked a random name, and even used the original frog head as his avatar.
"Just find someone to scold, right?"
[Those who are handsome and have few fans, you can scold them as you like. ]
Song Shu clicked on the male anchor section and looked embarrassed.
“It seems so wrong to curse people.”
“And why does it have to be one with fewer fans?”
[Because you are not only shady, but also cowardly. You have many fans and you are afraid of being chased and scolded. ]
“…That makes sense.”
Song Shu was indeed quite cowardly, and he was indeed afraid of being scolded relentlessly.
[This setting is also to prevent you from secretly crying in the middle of the night. ]
Song Shu blushed: "I won't...!"
Although it is said that it is enough to just go to the live broadcast room of a male anchor with fewer fans, but wouldn’t that mean he is unilaterally scolding others? No one will speak up for the anchor...
Why do I feel like he only bullies the weak and fears the strong? !
Song Shu fell back on the bed, feeling heavy: "I will do the task, but I need to prepare myself mentally."
This sentence sounded like a promise, but 555 didn't say anything.
A minute later, Song Shu was playing with his phone.
Five minutes later, Song Shu put down his phone.
Ten minutes later, Song Shu fell asleep.
[………Fuck you!! Song Shu, get up! ]
Song Shu rolled up the quilt and pretended to be deaf, but finally he couldn't hold it anymore and 555 played the Great Compassion Mantra in his mind.
Song Shu picked up his phone with resentment, and first replied to his deskmate's Fetion message with hesitation.
Deskmate: [Have you estimated your scores? Which university do you want to go to? Or are you planning to study abroad?]
What happened to the principle of balancing? [I don’t know, I won’t go abroad, I’ll see when the time comes]
The Fetion ID was chosen by 555, and it conflicts with the ID on Song Shu’s frog platform.
After replying to this sentence, my deskmate did not send any more messages.
Before today, Song Shu had received many questions asking him where he was going to college, and Song Shu always replied that he didn't know.
Firstly, I really don't know and I'm too lazy to estimate the scores. Secondly, I want to avoid going to the same school as the people I hate. As for who the people I hate are, I believe the people I hate know it.
That annoying bastard had better get out of the country, Song Shu thought viciously.
…
When the deskmate received Song Shu's message, he bit his lip in distress.
Song Shu always couldn't explain it clearly, but everyone asked this because they went to the same school as him.
The software switched back to the anonymous APP, and the first question on the homepage was about Song Shu’s volunteer application.
Post: Please, can anyone tell me whether he is going abroad or not, and which school he plans to apply to?
0L: As the title says, I want to rekindle our relationship
There are many replies below, all of which are about waiting, and no one offers to help.
The classmate inexplicably felt a sense of closeness to Song Shu.
He clearly knew that Song Shu and he were just a little better than strangers, but when others talked about Song Shu, they always mentioned him, and there was no lack of jealousy in their words. The information he got was also something that others couldn't get. Even if those people were jealous of him, hated him, and wanted to get news about Song Shu, they still had to act cute and polite to get news from him.
Funny enough, he got more pleasure from these actions than from Song Shu.
Everyone knows that he has a good relationship with Song Shu, but only he knows that Song Shu doesn't really care about him.
It doesn’t matter, as long as Song Shu doesn’t like others, he will always be the “closest” person to Song Shu.
As for these people...
My deskmate smiled and said in the post like a charity: [Well, I just got the news, he said he will not go abroad.]
…
At the same time, Song Shu opened the Qingwa live broadcast platform, and under the watchful eyes of 555, he jumped to the male anchor's page, sorted randomly, and found several low-popularity live broadcast rooms.
The number of viewers does not exceed double digits.
Song Shu didn't want to choose and started to procrastinate again. 555 controlled his phone and passed all the live broadcast rooms one by one.
"?"
555 is concise: [Too ugly, does not meet the task requirements,]
To put it bluntly, there is a lot of water in online live streaming. Once the beauty filter is turned on, a face that only scores 60 points can be raised to 80 points.
555 is AI that can see the essence through data.
Seeing that none of the pages met 555's requirements, Song Shu was a little happy: "Then I don't have to do the task today?"
555 The green branches of the tree are about to create sparks with their little hands: [Wait a minute! ]
Song Shu coughed lightly and acted embarrassed: "I'll only wait for a minute." Great, I can delay for another day. But I must not show my joy too obviously, otherwise 555 will be angry.
In less than half a minute, 555 brought a live broadcast room to Song Shu's phone: [Scold him.]
"...Can you please stop talking so confidently?"
555 said again: [Scolding one is not enough, you scold this one first, and I will find others.]
Song Shu was a little speechless. He looked at the live broadcast room of the marginal man that 555 sent him, and then raised his eyes slightly - the number of viewers was 20.
There may be robots provided by the platform among the 20 people, and the actual number of viewers may be even smaller.
On the screen, the host is wearing a youthful blue and white high school uniform, with a desk in the background and a warm-toned desk lamp. Only one hand is in the frame.
A hand as smooth as jade, with long, white fingers and a few faintly bulging blue veins on the back of the hand.
Even though Song Shu is not a hand control person, she still thinks these are very beautiful hands.
But... no matter how beautiful his hands are, he is not a marginal man!!
Song Shu was just thinking about accusing 555 of treating him perfunctorily when the camera of his cell phone shook a few times and captured a face emitting moisture.
It seemed that he had just come out of the bathroom. His bathrobe was not completely gathered up, revealing his firm and well-defined but not overly knotted chest muscles.
Then the camera reflected a delicate and shy face.
The wet black hair was still emitting heat and dripping down, and I wiped it with the towel between my fingers.
Maybe it was because of her nearsightedness, the host needed to lean closer to see some of the comments, which also made the host's yukata open a little more. Under the not-so-covering yukata, her bulging chest muscles were white and soft, as if inviting others to get their hands on them and ravage them into various shapes.
"There are actually 20 people in the live broadcast room today. Thank you all for watching my live broadcast."
Song Shu could barely hold her phone steady, and suddenly the anchor came closer, smiled slightly and whispered: "Welcome 'Small Account 258369' to the live broadcast room."
"It's an ID I've never seen before. Is it a living person? Thank you for entering my live broadcast room."
The small number 258369 is Song Shu.
Song Shu's heart softened shamefully, and his hand, which had been pointing out, began to pause again. But if he stayed here, he would have to curse, and he couldn't do it...
After the host finished speaking, he sat down at the desk, spoke in a gentle voice, and answered a number of comments that could be counted on one hand.
Song Shu slowly closed his eyes. Cursing someone casually was too difficult for him.
Moreover, there were really not many people in the live broadcast room of this anchor named [Bi'an], and he was very gentle to the audience, who just welcomed him into the room.
[Bi'an] Did you know that he welcomed a troll?
Song Shu couldn't help rolling around and crawling around in the dark.
555 stared at him, his eyes stained with green fire conveying a message - scold me quickly!
Song Shu picked up the phone again.
Maybe it was because Bi'an used the function to clear out zombie fans, the number of people in the live broadcast room fluctuated and finally remained at a pitiful number of 5.
Song Shu counted and found that this was about the same number of people chatting in the live broadcast room, including him, there were exactly five.
……!
Song Shu couldn't bear it any more. He rubbed his face and tried to negotiate with 555, but 555 refused directly: "You were soft-hearted this time, and you will be soft-hearted next time. There is no room for negotiation."
Song Shu had no choice but to try typing, and finally deleted and revised it, and sent out only one sentence -
=Small 258369: On the edge?
555: [Increase the intensity! ]
Song Shu gritted his teeth.
=Small account 258369: Why are there only a few people watching?
[Didn’t you eat? Swear louder! ]
Song Shu went against his conscience.
=小号258369: It's so funny, it's almost on the edge but few people are watching, so pitiful
Because there were few people, [Bi'an] liked to read the barrage and interact with the audience. After Song Shu sent out these words, there was no movement in the live broadcast room.
Song Shu did not dare to return to the battlefield due to his guilty conscience. The only few people watching the anchor had already started to call him a psycho.
=What the hell? Are you jealous of someone who has a good figure and good looks?
=He's crazy, anchor, ignore him
=There are all kinds of creatures in the middle of the night. I've learned a lot.
=Small number 258369 has no parental education?
[Bi'an] looked a little reluctant, "It's okay, this kind of thing has happened before, don't be angry."
"Maybe he just came here to vent his bad mood, it's okay."
The cell phone kept transmitting [The Other Side]'s voice to comfort the audience. Song Shu rolled around in the dark on the bed, silently shouting - No, he is the dark one!! Don't speak for him, don't!
[The Other Shore]: "It's okay, there are only a few of them, the host has a pretty good tolerance."
“…”
Help, I feel even more guilty.
Song Shu thought about it over and over again, but finally felt uneasy, so he grabbed the phone and gave three big rockets in one breath.
Fearing that 555 would not allow him to do so, he cleverly sent another message for 5,000 yuan: [Haha, I just hate you, ugly people are more likely to do bad things.]
After doing all this, Song Shu put down his phone and lay down peacefully.
Okay, now my conscience doesn't hurt so much anymore.
Live broadcast room.
First he cursed, then he threw money at him while cursing. Song Shu's behavior was quite confusing. [Bi'an] was silent for a while.
[The Other Shore]: "...Thanks to the boss's trumpet 258369 for the big rocket and sc."
Other audience members: ………
No, where did this sick Dous boss come from? ?
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