"I'm curious, does a lewd guy like Dog Gentle have a girlfriend?"

"Haha, I said, the anchor definitely doesn't have a girlfriend, and other big anchors often check the female anchor's room and interact with others, this guy knows how to touch porcelain. ”

"6666, Dog Gentle is using the time of pickling girls to teach us to touch porcelain. ”

"Dog gentle, don't be in a daze, hurry up and start the live broadcast of porcelain teaching!"

Glancing at the barrage, Xie Lang took a few deep breaths and said slowly: "Tomorrow, Ben Shuai will show up tomorrow to give you a porcelain lesson, and I am going to rest now." ”

As soon as Xie Lang said this, the barrage in the live broadcast room exploded again.

"Anchor, you're too short, aren't you?

"It's just that the dog is gentle and you're too short, no wonder you don't have a girlfriend. ”

"Hey, hey, hey, it's not only short, it's ugly, and the dog must be too ugly, so he always doesn't dare to show his face. ”

“233333。 ”

"Let's quickly brush the gifts, and strongly ask the dog to gently take off the dog's head hat and show us what he really looks like. ”

After speaking, the gifts in the live broadcast room frantically swiped the screen, completely covering the barrage of the chat box.

Xie Lang nodded, pretending to sigh, "Eh, do you know why I wear a dog's head hat?"

"I don't know. ”

"Why??"

"I just want to prove that even if I don't eat with my face, I can still be a big anchor. ”

"As long as I take off my dog-headed hat, I am afraid of myself, because as soon as I see my face, I will think: Oh my God, how can there be such a handsome man in the world? If I can, I must be reincarnated as a woman in my next life, and then I will find a man like me!"

"Hehe, no matter how much you brag about it, your legs are all given to you and you are broken, don't you believe it??"

"Dog Gentle is the most shameless and sassy anchor I have ever seen, there is no one!"

"We don't care, hurry up and take off the mask and show us what you look like, or we'll take it off. ”

"Yes, yes, if you don't show us what you look like, we'll unfollow!"

Xie Lang looked at the live broadcast room a little helplessly at this time, these viewers were really skinny, and they actually wanted to see their own appearance.

Just kidding, if they all know themselves, how will they touch porcelain in the future?

At this time, several super rockets were sent, and a few readers who rushed from the comment area posted a barrage: "We have seen the dog gentle, and he looks really super chicken.

Then, a large crowd of people below began to rhythmize.

Xie Lang was dumbfounded, and immediately spoke: "Who is that, who said in the live broadcast room that Ben Shuai is forced to take readers to piao? Please don't bring rhythm to Lao Tie, this is slander, Chiguoguo's slander! Do you think Ben Shuai is like the one who doesn't give money, even if I admit that I am handsome, as the saying goes, there are rules, how can I not give money to the other party because I am handsome, right?"

"The anchor is shameless, why don't you give money for prostitution, and strongly demand that it be blocked. ”

"People are shameless, the world is invincible, we are already immune to the gentle cheekiness of dogs! Don't say that he doesn't give money for prostitution, even if he takes readers to prostitute and is swept away, I also believe it. ”

"Wow, it's hard for me to do this. Xie Lang said with a smile: "How can you slander me for prostituting and not giving money." ”

"Okay, okay, no kidding with you, I'm going down now, tomorrow at 5 pm, the kennel live broadcast room will start on time, I will give you a live porcelain teaching, let's see you there." ”

"Don't go, don't go, dog, let's brag again. ”

"The dog is gentle, and we have to listen to you. ”

"Dog gentle, don't make us wait for a few more months this time!"

Xie Lang smiled slightly, waved his hand at the camera, and then turned off the live broadcast.

Early the next morning.

The school is calm, as always.

However, it is obvious that Xie Lang has become the object of discussion among many old students.

Early in the morning, there was some discussion on the playground:

"Have you heard? A guy named Xie Lang in the liberal arts class actually soaked in Wang Xian'er, do you know who Wang Xian'er is?"

"Who?"

"It's the granddaughter of the royal regime, the liberal arts school flower in this year's freshmen. ”

"Wouldn't it? What kind of strength does that person named Xie Lang have, is he an S-level or A-level member??"

"It is said that there are more than 80,000 C-level rankings. ”

"Damn, what are you teasing me, with such a poor ranking, how did the granddaughter of the Wang family fall in love with him?"

"yes, I'm weird too. ”

"Is that kid's strength hidden?"

All the students talked about Xie Lang's strength, but after the students in the same class as Xie Lang joined the discussion, soon, Xie Lang's hidden strength was ruled out.

The day of the orientation meeting is approaching, which is a great event for all teachers and students in the whole capital.

Although it was the first orientation meeting of Jingjing College.

Among the new students, all of them are elite college students from all over the country, so this is the first orientation meeting of Beijing College.

Everyone is as excited as they are beaten, and they seem to be thinking, what kind of performance will there be at this welcome meeting, or what kind of heavyweight traffic stars will be invited?

Ahem!

At this moment, Tang Ru, the old principal on the stage, coughed dryly and signaled for the playground to be quiet.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please let me tell you in advance that after this orientation meeting, the triennial World Martial Arts Competition will be held on this campus, and all members of the Martial Arts Association can sign up for the competition. ”

"Huh?"

When the old principal's words fell, there was an immediate commotion in the entire school field, and all the students showed excitement one by one.

", the World Martial Arts Championship is actually held in our school?"

"It's not a school, it's supposed to be in the back mountain. ”

"What is the World Martial Arts Championship, I haven't heard of it. ”

"I'm afraid this is only known to three-year-old students, right?"

"The World Martial Arts Competition is: anyone who practices martial arts from all over the world can participate, and the competition is divided into two tests: the primary test and the final test!"

"Similar to the exam we used to assess and enter the martial arts association, the competition is held once every three years, and there is no limit to strength, origin, or age, as long as it is certified by the martial arts circles in various places, you can participate. ”

"And then?"

"The primary test is okay, it is to go to the back mountain with the team assigned at the same time. There may be R himself, and there will also be M people, and then you will be scored according to your own performance over the past week, which may depend on your personal adaptability, and how to deal with danger in the future, and there will probably be some people who will be promoted. ”

"Damn, then our students are still participating in a fart, so if the SSS master comes, won't it be a minute to win a championship?"

"Yes, masters from all over the world will come here, you must know that the champion of the last edition was a black-clothed ninja in the island country, which is too awesome. ”

"No, the last champion was R himself?"

(End of chapter)