In the process of tonight's happy live broadcast, the newly established YQSP team has accumulated the first batch of fans.

They are naturally very confused about this team, but because they like Qin Huohuo's live broadcast, they are also willing to pick up their mobile phones to pay attention to the club's Weibo.

Now, this group of fans can only be said to be not really fans.

They didn't have any spiritual sustenance for this team, and they only paid attention to it because of Qin Huohuo's propaganda.

After the team is operational, whether they can retain this group of people and whether they can attract more fans depends on Qin Yan's ability.

Tonight, Qin Yan, who brought the three girls to live broadcast together, received a gift of several hundred yuan.

Although this is a small change for a day's gift for some big anchors, it is already a big gain for Qin Yan, a small anchor at Station C.

After it was close to midnight, Meng Guanyue had already gone up to clean up the room, and She Yayi blinked her big curious eyes and ran to check Qin Yan's live broadcast data tonight.

She was certainly attracted by the treatment on the recruitment announcement.

The live broadcast salary can indeed be achieved at a very high level, but it is quite difficult.

Qin Yan is undoubtedly her predecessor, she just accompanied Qin Yan for another night, and She Yayi, who has not been broadcast live, is of course curious about some questions about the live broadcast.

Qin Yan patiently answered She Yayi and led her into this world where if there was no chance, then she would rely on her own efforts to eat.

If she can successfully join the team, She Yayi's source of income is live broadcasting, in addition to the club's salary.

"Starting tomorrow, there will be an offline trial."

"You and Sister Yueyue should go to bed early tonight, but don't have any night talks!" Qin Yan said earnestly.

"Got it, Brother Yan!" She Yayi's face flushed.

Because the conversation with Meng Guanyue was particularly speculative, if it wasn't for the live broadcast with Qin Yan tonight, She Yayi was afraid that she would have pulled Meng Guanyue into the room to chat about some whispers that Qin Yan couldn't hear.

She Yayi was about to go up, but found that Qin Yan turned off the tablet and continued to face the computer.

I want to continue playing the game!

"Brother Yan, aren't you going to rest?" She Yayi asked.

The previous live broadcast was perfect and joyful, but it didn't mean that Qin Yan wasn't tired.

The girls all know that for the sake of the show, Qin Yan, as the anchor, must frantically provoke topics in every game, and then the three girls take turns to answer.

I have to interact and chat with the barrage again, and it is impossible for Qin Yan not to get tired after some tossing.

But now after the broadcast, Qin Yan still has to play the game, so She Yayi will have doubts.

"Practice guns again, take a single row, and you go to sleep." Qin Yan smiled.

"Good work...... She Yayi jumped out of three words in her heart.

Qin Yan's current identity is undoubtedly the owner of the club, he is tired enough from the live broadcast, he still doesn't sleep, and he has to rehearse the gun alone, which is not what a normal boss should do.

Obviously, seeing a hint of She Yayi's doubts, Qin Yan said: "The trial training these days is actually a little disrupting my rhythm of gun practice, after playing with you, I have to stabilize it again, otherwise I will be chased by the sunspot again, how can I not kill people now." ”

She Yayi, who has watched Qin Yan's recording and broadcasting, naturally knows that the biggest rhythm in Qin Yan's live broadcast room is exactly what some brainless cloud viewers said about Qin Yan's.

One or two are nothing, and the seal is over.

But when hundreds of cloud viewers who were misled by small videos and so-called popular science self-media articles appeared, this was a terrible defamatory force.

Of course, Qin Yan didn't open the hanging, and a famous saying in the live broadcast room was that I Qin Huohuo didn't open the hanging.

But if the anchor talks about it, it's useful, and the rhythm is too easy to stop.

In fact, I was entangled by a greasy man in an Internet café last time, and then it happened that a few old brothers next to me witnessed the whole process, which is a better self-evidence, and it is also a very heavy offline self-evidence.

But you must know that even if those old brothers dictate what they saw and heard with their own eyes, and even recorded videos and posted them on the Internet at that time, it was almost useless.

Compared with those marketing accounts where traffic is king, how can ordinary people have such communication influence.

Whatever you post online, you will be overwhelmed all at once.

And when Qin Yan broadcast live, because of some pride in his heart, it is impossible to say that he held his live broadcast into a so-called self-proof conference that in his opinion, he broke his face.

After coming and going, Qin Yan could only hope that there would be more sane people.

But it's useless, because a lot of online messages will not be sent out if they are not angry, simply put, the people who eat melons and watch the show are definitely the majority, but it is the few troll messages that are the most abundant.

She Yayi is now a person who has seen Qin Yan's operation offline, and she still has a good chance of becoming a relatively rare female professional player.

In her opinion, those who bring rhythm are indeed ridiculous.

It's just that she is just as powerless to stop the rhythm of those disgusting people.

In a sense, because of the choice of this club, She Yayi will already treat Qin Yan and Meng Guanyue as family members.

The rhythm that Qin Yan was in would also disgust her.

"Then I'll take a look at you from the side, and I'll be supervising you!" She Yayi said and really stood behind Qin Yan's chair.

"Okay, stay up all night, and you won't try out with panda eyes when you get up tomorrow." Qin Yan chuckled.

Sure enough, when it comes to the problem of face, She Yayi can't help but care.

However, thinking that if he really became a professional player, then he should continue to play until late after training, She Yayi was relieved, and retorted to Qin Yan: "Staying up late hurts my body, then I might as well stay up all night!" ”

"Crooked, but I like it!" Qin Yan laughed, and at this time he also got on the plane.

"I only allow you to OB me for one game, and go to sleep as soon as you finish watching it!" Qin Yan gave the order.

"Brother Yan, you don't want to land into a box, do you?" She Yayi was skeptical.

In order to let her go to sleep quickly, She Yayi had reason to suspect that Qin Yan would do this.

"It shouldn't be ......," Qin Yan didn't give an accurate reply.

"Let's see how it feels."

After that, put on the headphones and enter the game state.

Qin Yan played seriously, and She Yayi also watched it seriously.

Before, she was at most in her own computer screen OB Qin Yan's game operation, but now she is the same as a few old brothers who stood behind and ate melons that time, she really acted as a wave of real observers.

Brother Yan likes P City very much......

Seeing that Qin Yan chose to go to P City again, She Yayi also realized that the team was likely to play P City tactics in the future.

She Yayi, who doesn't have a regular jump point on the ladder on weekdays, also set her main jump point for the next.

After that, She Yayi was lucky enough to OB the whole process of Qin Yan's killing out of P City.

The ferocious shooting point seems to be reckless, but in fact, there is a rushing room paved with smoke and thunder, a confident flat ground gun, and a life is harvested on the roof of the P City.

P City seems to be Qin Yan's home.

She Yayi's eyes flashed with excitement, just like a man admires a beautiful woman, she is not stingy with her emotions for real technology.

I suddenly thought of those cerebral palsy who were chasing and spraying on the Internet.

If you think about it, they really don't understand the world of masters.

The mouth is almost sharper than the barrel of a gun.

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