The live streaming platform that the original person signed with is called Mop.
Mop.com has an official partnership with the famous e-sports team ZERO.
ZERO is a top-tier domestic e-sports team with a huge number of fans. Mop also saw the potential commercial value of ZERO, so after signing the contract, ZERO has fixed live broadcast duration and frequency requirements on Mop every month.
After stretching, Panshu took a shower.
After taking a shower, turn on the live broadcast equipment.
A large number of netizens suddenly poured into the live broadcast room, and the barrage of comments flashed before Panshu's eyes in a dazzling manner.
Although the original body has many fans, they are not so crazy.
Ban Shu paused for a moment, then began to greet the netizens who entered the live broadcast room with a normal expression.
【Qiao Qiao is finally on air～】
[This is so funny, is this the Qiao Qiao who doesn't even dare to show her face? ]
[The sound is okay, but it will probably die in the light.]
[Let me see what the host I hate the most looks like, but I really love his voice.]
After a few seconds, Pan Shu finally reacted. She leaned closer to the microphone and asked slowly, "Juan Shen? Who is that?"
There was a moment of silence in the barrage.
Pan Shu nonchalantly tapped the microphone, lowered her eyes, and looked weary? Was it Cen Juan?
Cen Juan is one of her targets.
He is the top anchor on Mop.com.
Unlike his original self, he didn't show his face during livestreams, relying primarily on his voice to attract fans. But Cen Juan was in the gaming section, and he was a terrible gamer, relying solely on his enchanting face to dominate.
Of course, there is also his mouth that poisons people to death without paying for it.
Panshu felt that if Cen Juan became the host of the Tucao section, he would probably achieve another extreme success.
After seeing the words on the barrage clearly, Pan Shu finally understood the whole story.
When Cen Juan was live streaming last night, a fan who loved to watch the fun asked him in the comment section which female anchor on Mop he hated the most.
The host usually skips over such offensive questions or glosses over them with jokes.
But Cen Juan not only flipped over this comment, he also directly clicked on Pan Shu's ID.
Pan Shu picked up the phone beside her and opened Mop.com. Without even searching, the entry #TiredGodPoisonCommentsQiaoQiaoHaoNan# was high on the hot search list.
Click to watch, and you will see the replay of Cen Juan’s live broadcast.
Pan Shu clicked on the link casually.
I don’t know which netizen made the replay, but he also made a mark on the progress bar.
Pan Shu went straight to the place where Cen Juan was complaining about her.
The young man leaned lazily on the gaming chair, his fine black hair brushing against his gorgeous and seductive eyes. As his protruding Adam's apple rolled up and down, an inaudible sneer escaped.
"Most annoying?"
The boy thought for two seconds, "Qiao Qiao is so difficult? Is this the ID?"
The originally ordinary online name, when pronounced from his mouth, inexplicably took on a touch of tenderness and affection.
He sat in an awkward, slouched manner, his body hunched over like a boneless mess, which gave him a sense of casual laziness. His fingers were also incredibly beautiful. Resting on the mouse, his knuckles were white, and the blue veins on the back of his hand were as thin as pine trees, making his skin look a bit sickly pale.
For a few seconds, there was silence, with only the crackling of the keyboard.
Mixed with the crisp rebound sound of the mouse button being pressed.
Pan Shu narrowed her eyes and looked down patiently. The boy picked up the milk beside him and drank it slowly. The milky white milk stains were spread around his bright red lips.
He casually wiped the corner of his mouth with his fingers and chuckled, "It's a bit pretentious."
The boy seems to be a little nearsighted.
He leaned closer to the screen, his delicate features becoming even more enchanting. “Well, I’m saying Qiao Qiao is having a hard time.”
"Probably... the voice is the only thing I can come up with." The boy paused and continued, "But it sounds quite contrived. Yeah, I don't like it very much."
The boy's casual voice was transmitted through the microphone to the ears of every netizen who entered the live broadcast room.
[Is Qiao Qiao watching Juanshen's live broadcast? ]
[Help, I think Juanshen's voice is so gentle...even though it's quite venomous orz.]
【Qiao Qiao is really having a hard time, hahaha.】
【o. O】
Pan Shu turned off the playback and smiled softly. Her gentle voice was like a spring breeze leaving the shore, creating ripples on the emerald green lake. "So that's how it is."
"But he's really bad at the game."
The girl leaned closer to the microphone and spoke slowly, her voice containing a hint of ridicule, "Yeah, I said, he's really bad at games."
"There is absolutely no intention of revenge. I just thought so and said it like this."
After the live broadcast ended, Pan Shu was not surprised to find that her live broadcast room had become a popular recommendation.
And the topic that she said Cen Juan was bad at playing games also became a hot search.
But Panshu doesn't care about these.
In this mission plane, Panshu has a total of four targets.
Among these targets, Cen Juan is one of the easier ones to approach.
After more than a month of exercise.
In addition, with the fusion of Banshu's soul and this body, it can be clearly seen that there is no extra fat on her body, and her lines are smooth and slender. Although she cannot be said to be too outstanding, she is still a relatively eye-catching existence in the crowd.
Pan Shu put on a mask and a baseball cap, changed into long-sleeved shirt and long pants, covering herself tightly before going out.
The apartment I rented later was not only large and well-lit, but also had a good location.
It's not long before you go out and you'll find yourself in a shopping area.
Pan Shu walked into a supermarket and originally wanted to buy strawberry milk, but after walking around she didn't find any.
She grabbed a random salesperson and asked gently, "Hello, do you know which shelf the strawberry milk is on?"
The salesperson is a handsome young man.
When she heard Banshu's voice, her fair cheeks turned red instantly.
After a long pause, he stammered, "It's over there... I'll take you there..."
"Oh well--"
Before Banshu could finish saying "thank you", a slender white arm appeared in front of her. Banshu looked up and met the man's deep brown pupils as warm as jade, and was slightly stunned.
"I took a little extra, so I'll give it to you."
As soon as the man opened his mouth, his voice was as clear and low as the sound of jade colliding.
He has a rare scholarly air.
It was as if he was the only one standing alone on the dripping bluestone steps, holding an oil-paper umbrella and standing in the rain curtain.
Pan Shu stared at the man's back with interest as he walked further and further away.
Another strategy target.
Banshu lowered her eyes and stared at the can of strawberry milk in the shopping cart for a while, then bought some random things and went to the checkout counter to pay.
When I walked out of the supermarket, the sky was getting dark.
Large dark clouds covered the sky.
It seemed as if the rain would start to fall in the next second.
Pan Shu hesitated for a few seconds and was about to go back to buy an umbrella when a black Pagani slowly stopped at her feet.
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