Chapter 179 Mom, I'm Bent!

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After returning from the company party, Jiang Siming started the live broadcast late at night. He didn't broadcast much in the past two days. He felt ashamed of the audience and made up for it late at night!

"I'm rubbing it! Myo God, you can start broadcasting!"

"It only started at night, I've been lazy recently."

"I'm going! There are more than 5 million people online when the broadcast starts tonight, and the popularity is 120 million, cow!"

"I haven't seen my husband Ming for two days, I miss you so much~"

"I was just about to go to bed at night when I saw the mobile phone push it, and I was completely drowsy all of a sudden!"

......

Jiang Siming's mood became very good when he saw these cute barrages.

On the contrary, the money earned by Yinghuan Company was not enough to make him so happy, perhaps because of his interest.

Instead, he is more willing to play games and chat with his water friends.

"It's been a bit busy these two days, so I've been delayed. I'll show my face and live broadcast tonight. I'll sing a new song for everyone later, and I'll accompany you."

Jiang Siming said and turned on the camera. Today, his face was a little red, and he drank a lot of wine.

At the company party just now, he was toasted by everyone at least several bottles of red wine.

Before Jiang Siming could not drink, a glass of beer would be poured.

However, the body after the transformation of the intermediate genetic medicine has greatly increased his alcohol intake.

After drinking several bottles, it was just blushing. The employees let Jiang Siming go ahead of time after seeing the amount of alcohol he had.

If you don't let it go, you won't be able to. If you don't let Jiang Siming go, you'll have to throw them all down.

The blushing Jiang Siming seemed to be more attractive, a kind of misty state of being drunk by a male god.

"Heart, heart, heart, heart, heart~"

"Colorful Colors Colors Colors Colors~"

"Did Myojin drink? He's blushing!"

"It was the first time I saw Myojin blushing, why did I feel so nervous as a man."

"It's over, Mom, I'm bent!"

"Gay +q576293213, get together in the same city!"

...

It's like the boys saw a peerless beauty in the quilt, this feeling is common.

In fact, girls are more lecherous than boys.

Well, why are there more male barrages...

Jiang Siming adjusted the camera and didn't play the game for the time being. Instead, he wandered around other anchors' rooms in his spare time.

It's already past one o'clock in the morning, and Douyu's big anchors have basically stopped broadcasting.

Only a few well-known late-night chicken game anchors like pigff, 17shou, and Xian are still struggling.

Most of the others are outdoor anchors, Sansanjiu, Fengfeng No.3, Zhengzhibo, etc.

There is nothing to do at night, do shows, drive luxury cars and flirt with girls. Jiang Siming is not interested in this kind of live broadcast.

However, many male audiences love to watch it. After all, they also have this dream of driving a sports car to flirt with girls.

That Qian Xiaojia, who had a conflict with Jiang Siming before, was also on the air. He was frightened to death by his rotten teeth. The live broadcast room was quite popular, with more than 10 million people and more than one million people online.

But Jiang Siming knows that this guy's popularity and online numbers are all based on big companies. It's too fake, hehe.

Jiang Siming simply went to the Huya platform to watch 4am.

The anchors of this platform live broadcast to other platforms for house rounds, which is strictly prohibited in the circle of major live broadcast platforms.

Because no platform is willing to watch its own big anchor go to increase the popularity of other platforms, which is tantamount to giving a gift to a competitor.

But Jiang Siming is different from ordinary big anchors. He has an agreement with 4am. If the superman sees it, he will not see it. He can't come out by pretending to be dead.

Click on the Huya platform, Wei Shen and the others are still in the live broadcast.

After winning the championship, Wei Shen and Xiao Jingming were all smiles all day long.

Of course, they didn't slack off from training, and they were still streaming and playing scrims every day.

Wei Shen Live, like Jiang Siming, doesn't like watching bullet screens very much, so when Jiang Siming entered his live broadcast room, he was still ignorant, chatting with Eye-catching Wang Duoyu and the others while waiting for the game to play.

"Brother Jiang hasn't been to the base for a long time, do you think he will be drained by his girlfriend?" said the eye-catching smirk.

"He hasn't started Douyu in the past two days. I think it's very possible. Poor Lao Jiang, I don't know if his body is still healthy or not." Wei Shen Gaga agreed with a smile and sympathy.

Little did he know that his live broadcast room had been occupied by Jiang Siming's army.

"Pig's head is floating. It seems that I have never beaten me."

"99999 Ming Group announced to occupy the 7911 live broadcast room!"

"Dare to mock my idol, come here, cut this pig's head in half for me to drink!"

"The pig head is sold out today, do you want a pig whip?"

"Mingshen is sharpening his knives, ready to kill pigs!"

"Are there any brothers of 7911? Why are all the barrages of enemy Taiwan?"

"7911 has been killed, and this place has been blasted by enemy Taiwan."

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Jiang Siming was too lazy to wait for them in the live broadcast room, so he picked up his mobile phone and sent a voice message in the 4am group chat.

Wei Shen and Jing Ming's cell phones both rang, and curiously clicked on them.

"Awei Amu, you two better pray that I don't come to the base recently, or I will

Let you know what life is better than death. "

As soon as this speech was released, Wei Shen and Xing Ming froze, and when they looked at the barrage again, their faces instantly drooped.

After leaving Huya, Jiang Siming returned to Douyu. He originally wanted to give Pigtou and the others some gifts. Now, he thinks beautifully!

Jiang Siming opened 17shou's live broadcast room. Team 17 has been training hard after returning from London. As the captain, 17shou also broadcasts training every day until the early morning.

Just clicked in, 17shou happened to finish a chicken in a single row, and the 15 kill results were very eye-catching.

As soon as he exited the lobby, 17shou saw how the number of people in his live broadcast room had soared from more than 800,000 to more than 2 million, and he understood after seeing it again.

"The world champion is free to come to my live broadcast room. It's really bright. I haven't thanked you for helping our 17 team several times in the final. Thank you Mingshen."

"You're welcome, I didn't help you, but I just can't stand those stray fish jumping around."

"Haha, that's a good point, especially the trash fish of the Korean team, all of them play dirty tricks. They will exchange their own routes in advance. Unless it is the finals, they will not fight when they meet. We have several 17 games. It's annoying when they are attacked together." 17shou felt a little regretful and resentful.

"It's okay, just continue to beat them in the next game."

"There's nothing wrong with this, by the way, the domestic spring split is going to start again next month. You won't want to not participate this time, will you?" 17shou asked curiously.

"Who said it, I will definitely go this time." Jiang Siming said without hesitation.

Just kidding, it was painful enough that he didn't go to the previous domestic league. He must participate in future games. This is the source of the high-explosive rate fragments~

"That's over, then we 17 can only compete for the runner-up." 17shou said half-jokingly, in fact, he came from the bottom of his heart.

With Jiang Siming around, 17 is really not enough for him...

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