Because it was not yet eleven o'clock, Meng Luo did not open his live broadcast room, but Qixin and the end of the night have the habit of opening a meeting in advance.

In their words, this mixes up some of the live time.

Meng Luo understood.

He knows that many big anchors have a requirement for live broadcast time every month, and according to the contract, they must broadcast live for a specified time every month.

He used to do this a lot.

But this time he didn't, firstly, because he also wanted to be formal, and secondly, he didn't sign a contract, and it doesn't matter when or how long he broadcasts live.

He opened Qixin's live broadcast room, and the computer was instantly stuck.

The live broadcast screen froze, and after a while, there was a reaction, and the result was an overwhelming barrage.

The live broadcast room of Seven Cores has been swiped again.

"Dragon cool, dragon cool, battle for dragon cool."

"Long Ku is mighty, Long Jiajun, strong airborne!"

Countless of the same words began to swipe the screen, and the live broadcast room of the seven cores was full, the barrage completely covered the live broadcast screen, and the gifts in the live broadcast room flew out of the screen in various postures.

I didn't expect it to be an old acquaintance, Meng Luole was happy, and opened the live broadcast room at the end of the night, but I didn't expect that it was the same screen at the end of the night.

He looked at himself again, and although his side was quite lively, there was no one to give gifts.

This dragon cool is really stingy.

Meng Luo made up his mind about Long Ku.

"Your good friend is here, Seven Cores." Qixin and the live broadcast had already started at the end of the night, and Meng Luo turned to the communication group of the five of them, joking about Qixin.

But he didn't speak, still typing.

"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't get along with him." Qixin was interacting with the people in the live broadcast room, and replied to Meng Luo's words in his hand.

"Alas, I remember that this dragon cool didn't leave the bamboo?" At the end of the night, he also used the way of typing, his mouth did not stop, and the characteristics of his live broadcast were blowing and pretending, and the kung fu on his mouth was the most slippery.

"Leaving the bamboo? When was this. Meng Luo asked, envious of these two people in his heart.

The strength of his live broadcast is no worse than these two people, but unfortunately, he can't speak.

It's not that he's afraid of being discovered through his own voice, it's that he doesn't have a microphone......

Although the computer in this orphanage is more than enough to play League of Legends, all kinds of configurations are good, and even Sun Lin left a pair of stereos at the beginning.

But there is a lack of microphones, not even headphones that can talk.

Meng Luo also found out about this matter just now.

"It's not you who did it, the last time he made such a fierce fuss, he was abused by you, and his popularity has not been good since then, and then he jumped ship to a certain cat. It's a little better. ”

At the end of the night, he happily replied to Meng Luo's question, there was a person who was worse than him, and he had a lot of balance in his heart.

"I didn't mean to."

After making trouble for a long time and having something to do with him, Meng Luo couldn't help laughing, he felt unpleasant when he saw Long Ku that day, so he was targeting this Long Ku at that time.

If he can bring him some unpleasantness, Meng Luo is very happy.

He, Meng Luo, is not a good person.

"Whoever asks him to give you two gifts and doesn't give me a gift should be punished." Meng Luo replied indignantly, he was still angry about Long Ku not giving him a gift.

Glancing at the time, it was already eleven o'clock, Meng Luo looked at Qixin's live broadcast room and estimated that he would not be able to stop for a while, and he no longer hesitated, and opened his live broadcast.

Electric Woodpecker Starts Live!

"The bird god is really live?"

"Damn, I thought he wasn't coming."

"Dragon cool, dragon cool, fight for dragon cool."

"Bird God, why are you broadcasting, I want to see you appear in the professional arena......"

"Mom sells batches, electric woodpeckers, Lao Tzu looks down on you, salted fish without dreams!"

"Now that the live broadcast is open, is the next thing to open a Taobao store, sell cakes, open a personal Weibo, and sigh about e-sports when you have nothing to do? Hehe, I'm not going to spend a penny for you anyway. ”

"Return the passer-by king, I'm a short-sighted and embarrassed waste!"

"Dragon cool, dragon cool, fight for dragon cool."

"Cao, you are sick, what people want to do is their business, you can take care of it? The black fans are all going to die, and I was disturbed to watch the bird god. ”

"Upstairs is right, Bird God, don't worry about these keyboard warriors, I want to see Yasuo, you use Yasuo!"

"No, blind monk, I want to see blind monk, dragon blind! Uh-huh! One library! ”

Meng Luo's live broadcast screen appeared, and it was instantly filled with a large number of barrages, and if you look at a few carefully, they are all questioning or supporting, in short, they are very noisy.

Longku's fans also pop up a few from time to time, but they are all overwhelmed by a lot of information.

quietly watched the barrage in front of the computer for a while, whether it was scolding him, supporting, or advertising, Meng Luo watched it carefully.

His mood was stirred by the familiar feeling.

In his last life, he was an esports player by profession, but his job was actually live streaming.

Playing e-sports in his world is far less earning than him doing live broadcasts, and even playing a profession can't support himself.

So he also likes live broadcasts very much, in addition to training and competitions, these necessary time, he often broadcasts live in the live broadcast room, making money is one part, and fun is another.

In this world, Meng Luo has never had much chance to broadcast live, and he has always been very cautious about this matter.

But now it's okay, he can do live broadcasts casually, don't worry so much.

"Come on, come on, do things, do things." Meng Luo said loudly into the computer, and this sentence is also his usual mantra at the beginning of each live broadcast.

But he didn't think about it until he was done.

I don't have a microphone.

"Damn, your sister, Lao Tzu wants a microphone, Lao Tzu's talent needs to be shown!"

Meng Luo was depressed, but he had to type in front of the computer.

"Hello everyone, I'm an electric woodpecker, I don't have a microphone here, I can't speak, next time, I'll do one with you, in-depth, shallow, let's communicate."

"Dirty, dirty, the bird god's car was caught off guard."

"Drop, conductor card."

"I don't have time to explain! Get in the car! ”

"I was relieved to see that the bird god still had the heart to drive."

Meng Luo in front of the screen smiled, and the familiar feeling returned.

Looking at the screen at this time, those troll keyboard warriors have disappeared a lot, an excellent anchor understands the rhythm, and makes the atmosphere in the live broadcast room better and better, rather than letting it go.

casually put on the music BGM, this is the playlist he just asked for from the nightfall, Meng Luo's words, very troublesome.

"Ready, isn't it?" Meng Luo looked at the audience's emotions and almost mobilized, so he asked Qixin them.

Qixin was a little embarrassed.

"Long Ku, it seems that he wants to make an appointment with us......"