If the chest is uneven, how can the world be flat?

If the breasts are not huge, how can they gather people's hearts?

Whenever he thinks of the bold words of a flat-chested Internet celebrity, Cao Tianxiao is like being beaten with chicken blood, and his body is full of strength.

Although he has no appearance and no talent, he has the great ambition of becoming famous overnight, the lofty pursuit of the rise of waste materials, and the dream of becoming an Internet celebrity in live broadcast, Cao Tianxiao naturally can't give up easily.

The ancients said that it is difficult to be a man without poverty, and it is always innocent without a blow. Cao Tianxiao was poor, he was simply living in secret, and he tasted the hardships of being a man.

Three times twice the entrepreneurial failure, unlucky, the former slash youth, dreaming of blossoming on the bar, naturally turned a deaf ear to the teachings of the ancients, and thought about tossing around, still naïve to think that the time to shine, the card on the bar to bloom, is in the next venture.

Therefore, once again lost all his family wealth and sank into the sea of misery of usury, Cao Tianxiao ran to the trick live broadcast room again, and gave himself the nickname of "Cao Genti", which also won the sympathy and resonance of the majority of grassroots viewers, and started a live broadcast, dreaming of becoming popular and becoming an Internet celebrity with a monthly income of hundreds of thousands.

Cao Tianxiao firmly believes that he has never been sad and difficult Internet celebrities, and he will always be mediocre without hardship. Only a desperate person like himself can be open-minded during the live broadcast, try every possible way, endure a lot of hardships, even if he has walked through thousands of mountains and rivers, he must attract people's attention, and the probability of becoming an Internet celebrity is surprising.

Today is the Qingming Festival, and there is a bleak rain and cold wind, raging all the wilderness. There are even more terrifying electric dragons with teeth and claws, which is really quite unusual.

During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and the lightning and thunder are the most ecstatic. On such a day, Cao Tianxiao naturally can't miss it, and after careful planning, he will do things in the live broadcast room, so as to attract people's attention, ask for attention, and look forward to rewarding.

It was already late at night, and I saw a barren and grassy farmhouse courtyard in Yuanyuan Spring Village, still with flashing lights, which were particularly dazzling in the lightning and thunder. Especially at the moment when the lightning illuminates the door, a line of blood-red characters "Cao Tianxiao owes money and does not pay it back, and the sky thunders and kills the whole family!", which is so shocking.

What's even more frightening is that from time to time in this dilapidated courtyard, a man's hoarse screams or wild laughter can be heard, as well as incomplete singing, mixed with harsh electric sounds, which sounds particularly eerie and terrifying.

When 12 o'clock in the middle of the night came, an even more hysterical madness came as scheduled.

The easternmost one of the four dilapidated tiled houses, the lights that were originally as bright as day, instantly dimmed, and a trace of blue lights flickered on and off, and the whole room was strange and suddenly abrupt.

Suddenly, a strange figure jumped out of the backlit corner, jumping up and down, white hair flying up and down, navy blue Qing Dynasty ministers' uniforms swaying from side to side, especially the two arms raised to the shoulders, straight and straight forward, actually the Qing Dynasty zombies often appear in horror movies.

"Give me my life! Give me my life!" the zombie shouted, bouncing in the blue light, as if looking for a killer.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang!bang!" Outside the room where the zombies appeared, several men held umbrellas and slammed the door hard.

Don't say it, Cao Tianxiao keeps saying that he is looking for an enemy, and there is really a bitter enemy with him who comes to the door.

Cao Tianxiao was a thief, he was so frightened that he trembled, his center of gravity was unstable, and he fell straight to the ground without a sound.

"Cao Tianxiao, our neighbors have been putting up with you in the middle of the night, and you are still not allowed to live in peace, are you worthy of the dead ancestors of our Cao family?

"In the first few days, you cried wolf howls, singing and dancing nervously every day, and we endured it. But you kicked your nose in the face, and pretended to be a ghost in the middle of the night, your surname is Cao, do you want to be ashamed?"

"Cao Tianxiao, we are not rushing to kill everything. A big man, with hands and feet, what is wrong with doing something, singing and dancing to the computer, what kind of way to make a fortune?"

"This uncompetitive dog thing owes a lot of debt, shouldn't he be in trouble for a while and forced into a nervous disorder?"

"Well, this kid is a fool too. If you go to work in your own right, you won't fall into this step. In the middle of the night, don't worry about him anymore, and talk to him tomorrow!"

A few neighbors, the more you talk about me, the more you feel that Cao Tianxiao is pitiful, and most of his anger has disappeared, coupled with the wind and rain, he scattered in all directions.

Without the noise of everyone, Cao Tianxiao could no longer suppress the shame in his heart, and a terrible cry pierced through the night and spread into the distance, just colliding with a thunderclap in the sky, which sounded creepy.

The white-haired zombie Cao Tianxiao pretended to be bounced up in this thunder and jumped in front of the new mobile phone screen in this tattered live broadcast room.

I saw that on the mobile phone screen that was split into three pieces, a white-haired zombie with tears flowing down was miserable, his face was extremely distorted and deformed, and with this zombie suit, the evil spirit increased sharply.

There are more and more barrages on the mobile phone screen, and the number of visitors to Cao Tianxiao's trick live broadcast room has increased sharply. The zombie's dull eyes, staring at more and more barrages, there was no excitement, only resentment and despair.

"What about the zombie live broadcast? What a fucking disappointment, Lao Tzu rewarded you with a piece of shit!"

"No talent, no art, don't pretend to be forced, and have the face to start a live broadcast, hurry up. ”

"The anchor is so pitiful, he can die. Otherwise, you will die and show us! Uncle will reward you with 66 candies. ”

"Die, die! Commit suicide immediately, it can be regarded as an apology for canceling the zombie live broadcast!"

"Let's go recharge and wait for the suicide show!Class A is not scary, there is no reward, and no one is scary!

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Cao Tianxiao couldn't stand it anymore, fell to the ground in despair, and lay on the ground crying like a tearful man.

The child has been picked up by his father-in-law's house, and his wife, who is unable to face the reality, has left the country and left for the time being. In the face of millions of foreign debts, his salary of 4,000 yuan a month is simply a drop in the bucket.

Ant Huabei only has a quota of 1,000 yuan, and as soon as Cao Tianxiao gritted his teeth, he spent it all and purchased live broadcast equipment online. He made a desperate bet, like a red-eyed gambler, betting his entire future on the live broadcast.

However, a long month has passed, he only has more than 50 fans, more than 10,000 contribution points, and if he withdraws money, it will only be a few dozen yuan, and he can't even pay Unicom's traffic package for a month.

Thinking of such a desperate situation, recalling the knives thrown in by the tourists in the live broadcast room, Cao Tianxiao's mood fell to the bottom.

One million loans, three hundred thousand loan sharks, it is impossible for him to repay it in his life!

His wife and daughter also left him, and the original thriving express delivery business was forced by the creditor to change hands at a low price and repay the arrears.

He also carried out online writing for five years at the starting point, but unfortunately he often broke off and failed to sign a contract, and the rise of online literature has become a dead end.

Thinking of this, Cao Tianxiao was disheartened, a suicidal impulse that had been suppressed for a long time, overwhelming him, making him get up from the ground suddenly, holding the microphone in his hand again, and roaring in despair in tears.

"Relatives, my Cao Gen is tired of incomplete tones, my appearance is not enough, but I don't have the talent to make up, the funny and funny comparisons are all rigid, and I can't find a sense of rhythm when I shout microphone, I am really a big fool in the live broadcast industry, and an unlucky guy on the road of life. It's a big joke that I'm alive! Today, I'm in my live broadcast room, and I'm going to die for you!"

Speaking of this, Cao Tianxiao bowed left and right at his face, slapped himself a few times, and wrapped the microphone wire around his neck, ready to commit suicide.