On weekends, rare holidays, Yang got up at eight o'clock in the evening.

He looked at the prestige, and it had actually grown to more than 8,000.

Turn on the computer screen, and the video that I started uploading last night has not been uploaded more than a dozen percent.

Once uploaded, you'll have to wait for review before it can appear on the site.

Ning Weiwei usually doesn't get up until noon, so he directly opened the upload limit, and it didn't take long for the upload to be completed.

Then log in to Weibo, and the V authentication has been completed. The certification information is as follows:

Night God Night God: Yang Ye, the planner of "Game Weekly", the main game video UP.

After the certification and publicity of Ning Weiwei, Xiaoyezi and Sister Peach, the number of fans who follow him has quickly exceeded 10,000, and it is still growing.

Then, he logged on to the official website of Oriental Games and found last night's issue of "Game Weekly".

The number of video views has reached a staggering 800,000.

800,000, for some popular programs, is just a click of more than ten minutes after opening, but for "Game Weekly", the significance is extraordinary.

You must know that the previous issues of "Game Weekly" had only about 300,000 cumulative hits.

And now it's just one night past Friday, as long as you add two days of continuous fermentation over the weekend, even if the rise is slow, it is very easy to reach a million.

For the continuous improvement in all aspects, Yang Ye couldn't close his legs with a smile, and without saying a word, he entered the interface of the super player system and conducted a lottery that had been held back for a long time.

This lottery did not disappoint him, as long as it was not for the thank you patronage to produce something, it was impossible for him to be disappointed at all.

What appears is an item of normal quality.

Rhythm Pill: Gain extraordinary rhythm ability after taking it for an hour.

Rhythmic ability? What does this mean? Let me play games with more rhythm and don't bury my head in money?

Yang Ye didn't know what to do, so he casually stuffed it into his trouser pocket and tiptoed out of the door.

When he came to the door, he immediately sent a WeChat message to Xiao Yezi and asked her if she had come out.

Just last night, the two of them agreed to go out to play together today, and by the way, they had lunch together and talked about the company.

Xiao Yezi had something to do at two o'clock in the afternoon, so they made an appointment in the morning.

The agreed location is Yida Plaza in the center of the city, which is a huge commercial and entertainment center with a large number of entertainment, dining, leisure and shopping venues.

Xiao Yezi quickly replied to the message, saying that he had set off.

Yang Ye hurriedly sped up the speed of pedaling the bicycle.

The journey to Yida Plaza is more troublesome, he needs to cycle to the subway station first, then take the subway to a place, and then need to take the bus again.

When he sat on the bus, Xiao Yezi said that it was almost there and asked him where he was now.

Yang Ye looked at the slow and didn't wake up the driver's uncle almost didn't die in a hurry, and he couldn't wait to grab the steering wheel and turn into an autumn famous mountain bike god and gallop away.

He couldn't help but start thinking about it, when he has money, he must get his own car to drive, not to mention Audi, BMW, Bentley, Alto Bora, BYD.

He can drive, and when he was a minor, he stole the family's pickup truck. When I was eighteen years old, I took a driver's license directly during the summer vacation, but I never drove a car again after studying.

Just when he was thinking about whether to buy an SUV or a sedan, he suddenly thought that it was difficult to get a license plate in the East China Sea, not only to rank the number, but also to spend 100,000 yuan to get it, and suddenly it was like a bucket of cold water poured on his head.

Uncle Driver slightly opened his eyes that were squinting all the time (in fact, it was the same as usual).

At the traffic light, he took out the canned bottle and changed the cup, took a sip of old tea, and said to Yang Ye: "Young man, you seem to be in a hurry, today Saturday, are you going to work overtime or go on a date with your girlfriend?" ”

"This one...... It's not overtime. Yang Ye showed an expression that you understand, looking at the driver's uncle's eyes that were still squinting, and shouted frantically in his heart: Master! Please open your eyes! How can anyone drive with their eyes closed? I don't want to be here!

"That's right." The driver's uncle showed an expression that I understand, his eyes were obscene and his expression was ambiguous, and suddenly his temperament changed, and he shouted, "Everyone sit down." ”

"There it is!"

"It's time to start!"

"This is Master Liu."

The atmosphere on the whole bus changed, and the passengers, both standing and sitting, grabbed their belongings and then pinched the railing of the bus.

What the hell?

Yang Ye exclaimed in his heart, and vaguely, he felt as if he had an illusion, and a fine light suddenly burst out from the driver's uncle's small sesame seed eyes that could never be opened.

It's glaring!

The red light is out! The green light is on!

The roar of the engine suddenly sounded under the car, and Yang Ye only felt as if he was about to fly into the sky, and the entire huge bus seemed to have turned into an iron-hearted train man, and like a loaded cannonball, it burst out in an instant.

Stop it! This is not a car to kindergarten!

Yang Ye grabbed the railing on the side at the moment when he almost fell to the ground, and he felt that if this railing was so soft, it should have been pinched by himself.

He turned his head, and the passengers behind him were basically unsurprised, and there were many female creatures from eighteen to nineteen to fifty or sixty years old who were looking at the driver uncle with admiration.

A stretch of road that would have taken 30 minutes to reach the destination took 10 minutes.

"Master, ...... you?"

The car stopped, and Yang Ye looked at the driver's uncle with a look of adoration, and he suddenly remembered a legend he had heard before.

An old brother on the side helped: "That's right, he is the autumn name mountain bike god of the 101 line back then." Unfortunately, when the tunnel was opened, he also changed to the city road. ”

The uncle was silent, turned his back, lifted his loose white vest to reveal his big belly, squinted his eyes again, and moved his lips slightly.

"A square dancing aunt once told me that if she danced fast enough, her loneliness would not catch up with her; An uncle once told me that if he rummaged through the garbage carefully enough, he could find his lost self. An aunt who is a sanitation worker once told me that she has been sweeping these two streets every day for seven years, and she has not cleaned the blemishes in her heart; An uncle who touched porcelain once told me that as long as he acted realistically, he could cheat the time that passed in a hurry. ”

"And I, constantly chasing the car in front of me, can't catch up with my passing time."

"One generation of versions and one generation of gods, in the future, they will all switch to pure electric vehicles, and I will retire too."

Yang Ye instantly felt that he was shocked by the super power of pretending to be in front of him.

He stepped off the bus with a shudder.

He suddenly remembered a sentence, generation after generation version of a generation of gods, generation after generation of versions of B gods.

He very much hoped that in the near future, that would change.

A generation of versions of a generation of gods, and a generation of versions with night gods!