Chapter 402: Team Little Overlord Wants to Fight 80 Again
So that's the only time when the live broadcast will be started.
However, it is usually after losing the game, so all kinds of barrages are mixed.
But the popularity is still high.
And this time, it was early that there was a live broadcast platform to find them.
The cooperation was very sincere, and in the end, the club signed a contract for everyone to broadcast live for two and a half hours that night.
Because SYJ still has to go to catch the global championship, there is only one day.
The news had already been advertised the day before.
The live broadcast room numbers of the five people were announced, and even when the live broadcast had not started, the live broadcast room was full.
I have already debugged the live streaming software for several computers.
Tang Jian, Cui Xingzhou, and Yin Haonan came down early and turned on the live broadcast.
In an instant, countless people poured in, and all kinds of explosions made the pressure on the live broadcast platform increase instantly.
The technicians behind the platform are busy, busy diverting the various lines.
But it's still a bit of a card-by-card one.
The three of them have already greeted everyone in the live broadcast room.
'Damn, why are you so stuck?' Obviously, there are three live broadcast rooms to watch. β
'Looks like two haven't come?' Isn't it better to wait for those two to come? β
'Upstairs, I think you're too naΓ―ve, reasonable, you may not know how popular the two people who didn't come are, I have several hundreds of people in the same group, all of them think the server is too stuck, waiting for me to broadcast it, and then said, when the god and Huimei are online, they will go to watch, do you think that when the time comes, will it be more stuck? β
'It's terrible, I just came out of the live broadcast room of the god of evil, and I haven't started broadcasting yet, so I can't get in. β
"Ahh I used to lose the game for three or four days, but now I feel like I'm losing, crying. β
'I fanned a local tyrant team, so I couldn't even see their live broadcast every day, and I cried. β
The barrage was dense, and the live broadcast room was quite stuck, and several people simply said hello.
There are still two people who haven't come down, and the three of them just open the game page and chat with the barrage while waiting.
Poke your head out and try to discern the information you want from the piles of barrage.
Tang Jian's voice sounded a little dissatisfied, "What? You guys are watching my live broadcast room and asking me why the captain and Sister Hui haven't come down yet? I won't tell you hahahaha. β
'Damn, bastard Tang Jane! β
'It's too badly beaten, is it a suspicious life that is scolded by the gods every day, so it is so indebted to others? β
Tang Jian snorted, "There are still a few who say that our brothers are not as popular as my captain and Hui Mei, all of them are stopped by Lao Tzu, are our brothers so unavailable?" β
'Hahaha, you're a bit self-aware, aren't you? β
'Are there any cards you don't have points in mind?' Hahahaha, I'm laughing to death. β
"Yes, yes, the invincible dead skin is shameless to follow Hui Mei to pick up the leakage combination [dog head]'
Tang Jian: "Hey, you guys! β
'No matter you, who wants to see you, hahaha, call down the good captain of Huimei, I want to see Huimei's prosperous beauty!! I wiped the screen of my phone clean today, I just want to lick!! β
As he said this, Qinghui and Xiao Er walked down the stairs together.
Qinghui raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.
When I slept until this time, it seemed that I hadn't had this treatment for a long time.
Xiao Er glanced sideways and glanced at Qinghui's small movements.