As soon as Yun Miao opened his mouth, the speed at which the barrage of comments passed through the live broadcast room seemed to slow down a lot, but there were still people arguing. However, Yun Miao also knew that there were so many people in the live broadcast room, and it was impossible for everyone to listen to him, so he did not wait any longer and spoke directly.
"I've seen what everyone was discussing just now, and I have something to say about this."
Yun Miao looked at the live camera with clear eyes, without any feeling of guilt.
"I don't know who started those negative comments. I hope everyone can stay calm."
"I'm just a singing host. I want to bring all the songs I like to everyone, so I stand in front of everyone. Regarding my identity, relationships, or other things, these are all my personal privacy. I think no one wants their privacy to be pried into. It's very rude."
So, did the anchor come from the ghetto?
"Are you saying this to deny that you're from the ghetto? You're right, people from the ghetto are just low-class trash."
"What are you talking about, dog? Are we from the slums eating your rice? Or drinking your nutritional supplements? Keep your mouth shut!"
"Hey, garbage is garbage. As far as I know, most people in the slums only have basic optical computers, which can't even access the Star Network. Where did you steal that optical computer?"
[Please be more polite. They didn't provoke you...]
【……】
In the blink of an eye, the barrage of comments sped up again, and it was obvious that the quarrel had started again.
The expression on Yun Miao's face had darkened and his look had become very serious.
"First of all, I want to say one thing. I've never denied anything. Secondly, the people in the slums also rely on their own hard work to make a living. They may only be able to live in the slums with scarce resources for various reasons. Some have sunk into despair, but many more are still striving to live. They strive to escape their tragic fate, willing to endure more hardships to break free from the shackles of fate. I don't think you have the right to criticize them for working so hard and calling them trash. In my eyes, you are worse than trash."
Every word Yun Miao spoke was powerful and resonant. As soon as he finished speaking, a mecha full of technological elements suddenly flew across the interface of the live broadcast room. It flew around the entire interface, leaving behind a circle of beautiful fireworks before disappearing. The timing was just right, as if it was cheering for what Yun Miao had just said.
[Maple Leaf gave the anchor a mecha as a reward.]
Yun Miao immediately saw the message on the livestream system and was stunned. Wasn't this person's timing too good? And if I remembered correctly, a mecha cost one million star coins? Who was this person?
Previously, the netizen named Li Jin gave a reward of a brilliant galaxy. Yun Miao even suspected that the other party might have accidentally clicked the wrong button. He had originally planned to contact him later, but he couldn't get in touch with him no matter what. Now another rich man came along. This is really challenging Yun Miao's heartbeat.
But before Yun Miao could say anything, the live broadcast room was flooded with gifts again.
[A local tycoon suddenly appeared, no, it was a super-rich boss! ]
[The anchor lady said it very well, and all the rich and powerful people are giving you thumbs up. ]
[Don't listen to those people, we love anchor girls no matter what their identity is. ]
[Some people just can't stand seeing others do well. Could it be that someone hired some online trolls to deliberately stir up trouble?]
【……】
Netizens started posting comments, and one of them, which came with special effects and colorful lights, stayed on the interface for five seconds. It was obviously the fan who had just posted the mecha.
【Ignore it.】
These four short words are filled with the aloofness of a wealthy and powerful person.
Yun Miao was stunned for a moment before he spoke with a mixture of laughter and tears: "Thank you Feng Ye for the mecha, but the gift is really too expensive..."
You are worth it.
These three simple words prevented Yun Miao from saying the rest of the words.
After hesitating for a moment, Yun Miao thanked the fan named Fengye again before returning to the previous topic.
She looked at the comments in the livestream room. Because of the gifts that had just flooded the screen, the negative comments had been pushed to the point of being invisible. They didn't seem to be showing up yet, but Yun Miao had no intention of letting them go. Instead, she said sternly, "My livestream room doesn't welcome anyone who insults or slanders others without reason. So I will immediately remove those people from my room and permanently block them. I will also keep a record of your comments and hand them over directly to the Federal Star Network regulatory department for handling."
"Remember, StarNet is not a lawless place."
After Yun Miao finished speaking, he didn’t want to continue broadcasting. He said goodbye to the audience and turned off the live broadcast.
After a long sigh, Yun Miao put away the live broadcast ball and hurried back to his room to drink water. He had been live streaming for two hours, singing and talking, and his throat was about to smoke.
But she walked too fast and didn't see that when she entered, Butler Wu, who had just walked out of Feng Chengyuan's room, gave her a strange look.
In the evening, Yun Miao did not have dinner with Feng Chengyuan because Feng Chengyuan needed to treat his legs in the room, so Butler Wu brought Feng Chengyuan's portion directly to the room.
"It's time for dinner, General."
Butler Wu brought dinner to Feng Chengyuan. Feng Chengyuan simply took a few bites and put down his chopsticks. Butler Wu did not persuade him to eat more because he knew that if the food did not suit his appetite, Feng Chengyuan might rather take nutritional supplements.
After dinner and a short rest, Butler Wu pushed the instrument for treating the legs over and began to give Feng Chengyuan routine treatment.
Feng Chengyuan has long been accustomed to this aspect. His legs have been numb for half a year. The current treatment is only to prevent the muscles from necrosis and atrophy. He almost no longer thinks about the possibility of his legs recovering.
However, this time, when those numb nerves were stimulated, Feng Chengyuan felt a tingling sensation like a needle prick for a moment. It was not severe, but very obvious.
Feng Chengyuan was stunned, and his fingers clenched into fists in an instant.
"Admiral, what's wrong with you?"
Butler Wu, who was waiting on the side, noticed Feng Chengyuan's strange behavior and immediately asked.
Feng Chengyuan frowned and said nothing. He raised his hand to signal Butler Wu not to speak, while he carefully felt whether the tingling sensation he had just felt was real.
However, the brief tingling sensation disappeared too quickly, and it disappeared before Feng Chengyuan could even sense it. He waited for a long time, but still felt nothing.
Was it just an illusion?
Feng Chengyuan couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or not, he just felt a little complicated.
However, just when he thought he had just misperceived it, the same tingling sensation as before appeared again.
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