"Xiao Tuo, what's wrong with you?"

Mo Jin stretched out his only hand and shook it in front of Takura Sakurai, who was in a daze and didn't speak.

"Oops!"

Sakurai Taku came back to his senses and found that his master had disappeared, so he hurriedly asked Mo Jin, "Where did my master go, why did he disappear in the blink of an eye!" Don't call me either! ”

"I went to the convenience store over there and bought a drink. You're okay Xiao Tuo, it doesn't seem quite right with your face. ”

Taku Sakurai shook his head and looked up at the murmuring water in the distance.

"I just thought back to what happened to my previous encounter with Master."

Mo Jin nodded as if he didn't understand, and asked again: "Before coming to the island country, didn't you say that you would take me to see your mother?" You also said that the omelet rice she made was particularly delicious, and I have been here for more than ten days, and I haven't seen you talk about it. ”

Taku Sakurai squinted and smiled: "She was in Sapporo recently, my grandmother's place, and when she comes back in two days, you will know that what I said is true - my mother's omelet rice is the best in the world!" ”

Mo Jin was skeptical, and he didn't question it because of his good nature.

He suddenly saw the figure in the distance waving to them slightly, and hurriedly said, "Xiao Tuo, your master seems to be calling us, let's go over quickly!" ”

The two packed their backpacks under the trees, and said goodbye to the spring scene of the grass growing and the warbler flying.

……

……

At the same time, thousands of miles away from the island nation.

An anchor who has been pigeon for a long time finally opened the streaming software, reopened the live broadcast room, and sent a notification of the start of the broadcast.

"Lei is lei, he is finally lei!"

"He's coming, he's back with countless eunuch reasons!"

After being off the air for more than two months, Zhou Fan's popularity has declined very much.

He vaguely remembered that before the broadcast stopped, there were more than 700,000 people in his room.

Now there are only more than half a million.

In the past, as soon as the broadcast started, there were many idle people who had nothing to do - he once suspected that it was a robot - and fans who watched the live broadcast on the Internet for 25 hours came to cheer.

Although the number of followers is still more than 500,000, 5 minutes after the broadcast, the popularity is still less than 10,000.

It's miserable.

Zhou Fan shook his head, but this was also expected by him.

In the game anchor industry, the competitive pressure is actually very high.

Don't look at it as a big anchor now, once the platform suppresses popularity, restricts the flow, and does not give the opportunity to get on the homepage, soon new viewers will not pour in, and old viewers will gradually lose after getting tired of watching.

When the audience is small, the income is low; When the income is low, it will be difficult to carry out activities such as lottery and treasure explosion, so the popularity will be lower; The popularity is low, the anchor can't get on the top, the money can't be earned, and he keeps losing money, which will cause the anchor to be in a bad mood, irritable, and the show effect is not good.

It's a very vicious circle.

Even if the anchor can suppress his mood and keep his mentality from collapsing so badly, he is willing to spend a lot of time pondering the live broadcast effect to attract the audience.

But because there is no recommendation, the popularity has never been able to rise, and there are no krypton sows among the attracted audiences, who are unwilling to reward and be popular, and cannot make a site-wide announcement, which will still make the anchor's heart fall suddenly.

In addition, there may be other anchors who come over to maliciously bring rhythm to do things.

Originally, when the volume was large, it couldn't be moved, but now that the volume is small, bullying you can still make your black fans happy, turn it into his program effect, and increase the cohesion of fans.

Of course, blatantly will definitely not dare to come, the war between anchors has always been without gunsmoke, but artillery fire is real money.

Does Zhou Fan have such an enemy?

Some.

It's just that he doesn't care about that.

All his eyes are on a more long-term place, rather than just thinking about being an anchor selling meat muffins and cutting leeks to make quick money.

Although sometimes Zhou Fan behaves like a greedy man and is a money slave, he doesn't really care about this thing.

Therefore, even if he sees his popularity fall like this now, what he thinks about is what happens to the fans who have given him gifts, opened nobles, and interacted with him in the barrage.

Although they did not appear in this live broadcast room, Zhou Fan hopes that their respective lives can have different highlights.

"Happy New Year, everyone~ I haven't seen you for a long time, I'm back again!" Zhou Fan greeted with a smile.

"There are no cameras at home, so let's do it first, let me see if there are any familiar friends, and I will send you New Year's red envelopes when they come out."

He interacted with the barrage with great interest, but the number of barrages was visible to the naked eye, and few people expressed their inner feelings.

"The pigeon anchor finally remembered the betta code?"

"Zhou Xiaofan, Zhou Xiaofan, I didn't expect you to be so angry in just a few months, seeing this scene, I am really ...... Happy! ”

Zhou Fan looked confused: "No, brother, what are you happy about, I haven't seen you before." ”

"Hmph, 186 days ago, I said a word in your live broadcast room, but you banned me for 180 days!"

"I remember this account clearly, just waiting for you to come back and apologize to me!"

“……”

Zhou Fan casually sent him a 360-day ban to send him away thousands of miles away, and then continued to watch other barrages.

There is everything, but generally speaking, Zhou Fan is still welcome to come back.

He went down to see if there were any fresh posts in the fish bar.

It's okay not to look at it, but when I look at it, my heart is suddenly touched and I am shocked.

There are still so many people who insist on clocking in every day!

He hasn't been on the air for more than two months, and there are still such fans, perseverance, how can this not be moving?

Zhou Fan took a deep breath and clicked on the link to view the content.

"Zhou Fan never comes back, every day he stops broadcasting, JJ is 1cm shorter!"

“-1。”

“-1。”

“-1……”

Zhou Fan counted a few pages, these dozens of floors, he really wanted to be right, he couldn't hold it even if he was an elephant human!

Quickly delete the post, and delete it until only the first post made by the landlord himself.

The sailors who just came into the live broadcast room were stunned when they saw Zhou Fan's magical operation.

Some people also began to talk about the recent popular incident: "Zhou Fan hurry up and turn on the camera, if you don't turn it on, Grandma Qiao will be married to you!" ”

"Grandma Joe asks to fight, does she want to be a tank driver?"

"Press F to enter the tank, I'm okay with you?"

Zhou Fan didn't care about these messy rhythms, and continued to flip through the posts of the fish bar.

He saw several emperors jointly posting to everyone to calm down.

He saw the photo that was secretly taken during the Winter Crown Cup match, and the following reply made him very heartwarming.

He saw that even if it was off the air for so many days, there were still people who spared no effort to post his memes and some of his operation highlights here.

"It's so good......" Zhou Fan blinked, and just now he couldn't help but be moved to almost cry.

"That's it, since I finally came back to the live broadcast, and it's the New Year, I'll give you some rewards!"

"As long as you get a card, you can follow a car! Any rank is fine, isn't it cost-effective? ”