The next day, at Donghai International Airport, Xie Lang glanced at the compatriots who were constantly coming and going, and smiled indifferently.

"Damn, this trip to Zurich has wasted 150 points of Lao Tzu. ”

Xie Lang checked the remaining porcelain points, it originally cost 100 points to exchange for LeBlalan's skin, and then blew up Tang's manor, and spent another 50 points to exchange for the scientific hell cannon of the Demolition Ghost Talent, and there are only 130 points left at present.

Thinking that it had been interrupted for several days, Xie Lang hurriedly opened the background to check the situation in the comment area.

"Dog gentle, your sister, dare you leave your address in the comment area, Lao Tzu wants to send you a blade. ”

"I know, I know... Dog Gentle Address - Donghai City, he is a sophomore at Tunghai University, last time Dog Gentle took me piao.prostitute!"

"Fuck, how can there be such a shameless author in the world who actually takes readers to prostitute? I want to say: Please bring me one!"

After Xie Lang opened the backstage, the entire comment area was constantly swiped.

It seems that a lot has happened in the past few days in Zurich!

Among them, the topic of who is more popular between himself and KING, and which live broadcast effect is better, is even higher.

"KING IS AWESOME, PRESS THE GENTLE DOG'S HEAD THAT DOESN'T SAY ANYTHING TO THE GROUND AND RUB IT. ”

"I beg you, who is the gentleness that is silent?"

"With the question, what kind of garbage is dog gentleness, and it deserves to be compared with KING?"

In short, Xie Lang's constant comments are all rhythmic guys, all discussing themselves and things about KING, most of which are scolding themselves for rubbing KING's popularity and hype.

In addition, some self-media news also posted articles and wrote indiscriminately, all talking about Xie Lang's rubbish, how could anyone reward millions, saying that it was all Xie Lang's hype, and then saying that he was no longer good, and changed his career to be an anchor to make money.

Seeing those news headlines, Xie Lang couldn't help but want to laugh.

Nowadays, some news media dare to write anything for the sake of some so-called click-through rates.

When I got home, it was already 9 p.m.

In the past few days in Zurich, Xie Lang has been tired, but fortunately, everything went well, he was safe, and the dragon head was also stolen back to China by himself.

Then the next step is to hand over the dragon head to that guy, and what will happen after that is not his own concern.

Taking a comfortable hot bath, Xie Lang turned on the computer, read some comments about KING in China, and then called his mother.

Originally, Xie Lang's parents took the money Xie Lang sent back and opened a small restaurant, which was also very enjoyable and fulfilling in the town.

Among them, Xie Lao's mother asked Xie Lang what he wanted to do after graduating from university, and Xie Lang also said truthfully, saying that he was ready to write full-time and then work part-time as an anchor.

"What, son, are you still a part-time anchor?? Is it just the live broadcasts that young people usually watch, are they reliable, son, if you really can't do it, how about you come back and help your parents cook. Mother Xie asked.

"Cooking??cook??"

the groove.

Xie Lang suddenly rolled his eyes angrily, drank a saliva of water to suppress his shock, and said: "Mom, although your son writes for only a few hundred yuan a month, I didn't expect your son and I to do live broadcasts part-time to become popular, and this moonlight is a gift of hundreds of thousands, so I decided to make money while writing and doing live broadcasts." ”

"Wow, hundreds of thousands, so many, son, what else are you writing, just be a eunuch, and be an anchor with one mind." ”

Burst.

Xie Lang was almost so angry by his mother's words that he suffocated his internal injuries.

Is there such a wonderful mother?

Everyone supports what their son wants to do, but the mother is good, and she actually makes herself a eunuch.

"No, no, mom, since he was a child, your son has had a dream, that is, when his classmates watch movies in the cinema in the future, he will say:, the author of this movie is actually gentle without words?

"So... Your son is going to make money on live broadcast, and then the money he earns, I want to invest in my own, will be made into a movie, even if it is a bad movie, I want to fulfill my childhood dream!"

When Mother Xie heard her son say this, her face was full of relief, and she nodded, "Well, son, you have grown up and will support you in any decision, but now, your mother still has a request." ”

"Wow, Mom, you still talk to your son about your requirements, say, don't say it's one, a million sons will promise you!"

"Take a girlfriend for the New Year. ”

Burst.

"Mom, it's very difficult for you to make this request. ”

"Okay, you stinky boy, I just said that a hundred requirements are fine, and now my mother wants you to bring a girlfriend back for the New Year, so it's difficult??"

"Ahem..."

Xie Lang was so choked by his mother that he couldn't speak.

Soon, Xie Lang finally spent time under his mother's chatter, and after hanging up the phone, he started the live broadcast again.

This is Xie Lang's first live broadcast on a computer.

As soon as he started the live broadcast, countless viewers clicked in, and suddenly the popularity of the live broadcast room broke 100,000, followed by the black pressure barrage.

"It's coming, it's coming, Dog Gentle has finally started the live broadcast!"

"Brother Wenwen, wait for you to start a live broadcast once, and I will thank you for waiting for all the flowers. ”

"Dead dog, it's okay to break it for a week, but it's not even live?" you say, has it been stolen by Lord KING recently, and he doesn't dare to broadcast live?"

"Ahhh ”

"Daily check-in!"

“+1”

"The little prince of porcelain is on the line!"

[The affectionate boy gave the anchor 1 plane - Brother Gentle, I want to kill you, come on!"]

[The scum gave the anchor a rocket - the boss update, otherwise send the blade!"

Looking at the audience's complaints, Xie Lang touched the dog-headed hat on his face, smiled obscenely, and said, "Thank you for your gifts, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

Swish!!

[Xie Lang's little fairy gave the anchor 10 super rocket !!"]

"Huh?"

Seeing the gift, Xie Lang was slightly shocked, as if he didn't expect Wang Xian'er to also pay attention to his live broadcast.

She even gave herself a gift to attract popularity?

", the little fairy is here again. ”

"Dog Gentle, you have a female fan!!Anyway, Dog Gentle plays chicken and League of Legends, we have to see how you play Yasuo or eat chicken. ”

"Sell bamboo rats, sell bamboo rats! three yuan a piece, three yuan ten yuan!!"

"Anchor, do you take in your son? I want to be your son, you teach me to write well. ”

Xie Lang looked at those funny barrages and almost burst out laughing.

Nima, how strange these are, someone actually wants to be his own son, and let himself teach him to write.