It was YQSP's promotion night.

After Qin Yan was about to shut down the broadcast, he used the team's official blog to post a funny news.

"The Locust Emperor and the three locust mothers have all been promoted, locust children, are you happy (dog head)."

Qin Yan's behavior of bringing the black nickname given to them by MLGB fans to post on Weibo without any scruples really made the fans who followed them happy.

They were about to go to bed, but they woke up laughing.

Netizen DNF Yan Miao: "The army of locusts is gathered here!" ”

Netizen Hongguang Emperor Zhu Youxiang: "Qin Huohuo doesn't sleep, where did he go to wave?" ”

Netizen Qingtian Langlang: "Are you rushing?" Free together. ”

Netizens are blowing their butts and butts: "Come on tomorrow's competition, and win another solo championship, I'll call you dad!" ”

Looking at the surge of replies in a short period of time because of the weirdness of his messages, Qin Yan decided to reply to each one and interact with the fans.

Chatting and chatting, it was already a little late.

Qin Yan fell asleep.

The next day, the whole team, except for Ma Shishi, entered the state of preparing for the singles competition.

Tonight is the final of the solo exhibition match, and we still have to pay attention to the waves.

For breakfast, Qin Yan drank a whole cup of Aunt Chen's freshly squeezed soybean milk in one go, maybe the crumbs were not filtered clean, Qin Yan felt an itchy throat.

So the thing coughed very indecently and directly, and the voice was loud.

"Xiao Yan!" Meng Guanyue called Qin Yan angrily.

"Ahem, cough, I just finished drinking soy milk and held back a mouthful of old phlegm, who wants it?" Qin Yan asked.

"Die!"

Qin Yan was driven to the toilet with his head in his arms.

Because I didn't train very early after playing the singles game yesterday, it was rare to get up early today.

It's not that there are no anchors who start broadcasting in the morning, but there are very few.

After all, the general golden time is 7 o'clock in the evening, and many people have to go to work or busy in the morning, or they are sleeping, and the flow of people at this time is relatively small.

However, if you can absorb more of this traffic in the morning, then you can still live a nourishing life by starting the morning shift.

Qin Yan rarely starts broadcasting in the morning, but now he gets up early, and he has to play games anyway, so he just starts broadcasting.

"Brother Yan, let's play together!" Yuan Maomao pulled Qin Yan.

"Yes." Qin Yan didn't refuse, just to see how hot it was in the morning.

"Whoa, whoa!"

Yuan Maomao cheered again.

She really likes to play four rows with Qin Yan.

There is an important reason she does not say.

There is another reason, and that is because the combination at this time seems perfect to her.

Hmph, Ma Shishi's dead zombie is not in the convoy, and everything feels refreshed.

Qin Yan posted a notice to all members of Aite in the fan group, and then sent a notice after the broadcast started.

There was no advance news, and the sailors who happened to be free in the morning were stupid.

What do they see?

Qin Huohuo is on the air!

Just have nothing to do, let's rush!

As soon as he entered, he saw that Qin Yan was already sitting in the training room and was about to start playing the game.

“？？？？？”

"It's rare to be so early today!"

"Didn't you say that esports doesn't have an early class?"

That's right, most of the Chicken Club players spend their time playing games at midnight onwards, taking a shower and eating supper after getting off the plane.

After getting everything done, go to bed, and have to swipe your phone before sleeping.

At this time, it may be considered very early to go to bed at three o'clock, and it may be six o'clock even later.

Then I slept through noon, woke up and had lunch, and then prepared to start training at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and then clocked in to work until the early hours of the morning.

So last night, Qin Yan's routine was a wonderful e-sports thing, and this is why the morning train started this morning.

The flow of people and popularity are indeed much less than the prime time at night, but Qin Yan can also catch some passers-by who watch the live broadcast in the morning.

At this time, Qin Yan was debugging the microphone, and he couldn't help but think of some rules in the live broadcast circle.

For example, an anchor with a good size normally starts broadcasting at 7 o'clock in the evening, but one day for special reasons, it can't be broadcast at night, so he goes to the afternoon early.

Then, because his strength was really good, he divided the traffic of a more hangy anchor who was used to broadcasting in the afternoon after he started broadcasting.

Later, I heard that I had to go to someone's live broadcast room to brush a gift to apologize.

This is what Qin Yan heard from the live broadcast circle, this kind of rule is actually quite annoying to Qin Yan, but it cannot be denied that it exists.

Qin Yan thought at this time, he has evolved into an anchor with a decent size, and now he is still playing games and continuing to attract fans, he will start broadcasting in the morning now, will he move Station C to occupy the cake of some anchors who are on the morning shift cheese?

Shaking his head, Qin Yan thought that he hadn't signed a contract, and he wasn't a real anchor, so he didn't bother to care.

"Morning, practice guns with the players, play the final tonight, remember to come and see." Qin Yan said with a smile.

Just when Qin Yan was playing the game, he had a certain reputation at Station C, and the main broadcast time was in the morning, and a team of four-person anchors found that the popularity of their live broadcast room had dropped significantly.

"What the hell?"

The anchor who relies on live broadcast to eat is very sensitive to such data changes, which is equivalent to robbing his own small money.

So the leading brother of this four-person team clicked to the C station area on the computer watching the barrage, and found that Qin Yan, a big outlier, was actually on the air.

The world championship title on the cover of Qin Yan's live broadcast room made the eldest brother, who was also okay at station C, frown, but he quickly let go.

"Hmph, who should I be, obviously not the anchor of this time period, running to grab a job?"

"I don't know how many filial piety we have to give our brothers, the world champion is amazing?"

"The four of us can chase people everywhere in the game!"

Listening to the angry words of the eldest brother, the other three younger brothers and sisters all learned that Qin Huohuo, the uncontracted anchor, had actually started broadcasting.

The audience in their live broadcast room is a bit special.

Because the four people have formed a team for a long time, the fan viscosity is quite good, and one of the fans will have a high chance of being fans of the other three people in the team.

Originally, getting up early every day to start broadcasting was a good way to collect money, but now it's okay, Qin Yan has divided their traffic, and he doesn't know how many rockets to brush up on the morning class.

What a hairy boy who doesn't know the height of the sky!

Click in and take a look, Nima's, still with three girls, is it so pretending?

The four of them are immersed in their own live broadcast circles, and they have never had an accurate positioning for those professional players, because they have also killed professional players in the ladder with the cooperation of four people.

Coupled with the brainless touting of fans, it is more than enough to say that they are going to play professionally, so they will inevitably float.

It's not a circle, so they don't have any concept of what Qin Yan's world champion is.

Correspondingly, their fans may not be able to get out of this live broadcast room because of the high stickiness, they won't watch other anchors or games, and they don't know much about some higher-level worlds.

Now watching their favorite anchor be robbed of traffic, and the anchor said that Qin Yan was wrong for them to start broadcasting at this time, and they also thought it was wrong.

All right.

The rhythm is up.

The morning time in the area of Station C is really not calm.

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