The black powder value of the system is skyrocketing like crazy.

Looking at the GSLs jumping in the live broadcast room, the corners of Song Wen's mouth are already more difficult to suppress than RPG.

"And seriously, my assistant is really playing a lot of food, why don't you take a different look at it, VN always rolls on my Q, like an actor?"

"I'm like your mother. 】

[Brothers all report a little bit.] 】

[Report! 】

[This clown can also broadcast live? ] 】

[Snake has this kind of professional player, and he really doesn't want to have a face. 】

[The team that will drop off immediately will not win the game, which can make this kind of clown come out and be grandstanding.] 】

[I was lucky enough to hit two skills, why did I scream? ] 】

Seeing the indignant appearance of the GSLs, Song Wen sighed helplessly.

"Okay, okay, don't report me, I'll take back what I just said, UZI can't be an actor."

He paused, looking a little puzzled.

"But why does he keep eating my blisters?"

Nami, who was rushing to the line, threw a blister at the ground.

Song Wen's face showed a look of sudden realization.

"Oh! I get it! Because this blister is too much like a bathtub! ”

【？？？？？ 】

【？？？？？ 】

In the live broadcast room, the screen is full of question marks.

Song Wen's outrageous way of starting a group directly shut down the brains of the GSLs.

"Look, doesn't it look like it?"

He threw another blister, and sighed.

"To be honest, don't talk about Brother Jujube, I want to drill when I see it."

"Don't always hack me, I'm really not Brother Zaozi's sunspot, Brother Zaozi and I belong to like-minded bath friends."

In the snake base, the operation staff frantically gestured to Song Wen, signaling him to quickly turn off the wheat.

Song Wenwen didn't want to deal with it, but seeing that the operation staff looked like they were about to rush over if they didn't turn off the microphone, they could only press the mute helplessly.

"What's wrong with brother? I'm going live. ”

The operator looked bitter and pleaded:

"Big brother, you are my brother, can we stop opening UZI's group, the super tube has been sending me a warning message, and the live broadcast platform has also said that the number of reports is too high, and they can't resist the pressure to close the live broadcast room."

Song Wen's face turned red, and his gentle appearance just now was swept away, and he said dissatisfied:

"What a reason! My live broadcast is so good, do you want me to be dumb? How many people do you say do fan lanterns? ”

"Nearly 700,000 ......"

Seeing that Song Wen was angry, the operation staff put on a smiling face again.

700,000 people, six yuan per person, is 4.2 million, deducting the platform's share, and they can have more than 3 million in the hands of their club.

This can be said to be a timely rain for Snake, which is strapped for funds.

This is just the income brought by Song Wen's only live broadcast.

Although the operation feels that these fan lights are all contributed by UZI's fans, and the live broadcast will definitely not have such a good effect in the future, but now Song Wen is indeed a cash cow that has brought a fortune to snake out of thin air.

The boss has spoken, this player is a talent, and he must be trained well.

For the snake boss, he is a businessman, black and red are also red, he can make money, and no matter how he earns it, he is not shabble.

Seeing that Song Wen didn't speak, the operation staff could only comfort in a whisper:

"You can be a little more restrained, after all, if the live broadcast platform really blocks us, it will be worth the loss."

Song Wen nodded helplessly, signaled that he knew, and turned on the microphone again.

"Brothers, scolding and scolding, what are you reporting me for? My live broadcast room is gone, where are you going to scold? ”

He thought for a moment and said:

"Forget it, I'll play the game well, I'll put on my headphones and stop talking."

Seeing that Song Wen seemed to be about to show weakness, the musicians instantly became anxious.

[Damn, buddy, don't, what's the point of you not starting a group? ] 】

[Huh? This is washed away by the GSLs? 】

[Dude, resist it, don't let me look down on you! ] 】

Song Wen looked at the barrage, shook his head, and sighed.

"I can't stand it, my soul has been greatly traumatized, and it is about to be washed away."

"Anyway, I really have to concentrate on gaming."

He turned around and moved out of the camera.

By the time I got back to the camera, I was already wearing pink headphones on my head.

Song Wen stared at the screen for a while, and his face changed greatly.

"Damn, who prepared these headphones, doesn't this look like a giant baby when you wear it?!!"

【？？？？ 】

【？？？？ 】

The barrage full of screens quickly swiped by.

The live broadcast room went directly black.

[The anchor deserted, come back later~]

[Hahaha,, I'm really sealed! 】

[Damn, I really thought he was going to correct the evil and not start a group, but it turned out to be such a play for Lao Tzu! ] 】

[I really didn't hold on to these pink headphones hahaha! 】

[Give me a smile to pee.] 】

[He really understands the effect of live broadcasting. 】

[@超管, don't seal it, hurry up and unseal it! ] 】

[What?] The female anchor of the rubbing edge is not blocked, and everyone is blocked when they play a game? 】

[@某牙, you can't wear pink headphones when playing games, right? 】

[Damn, the brothers flushed me with a certain tooth!] 】

Song Wen looked at the live broadcast room that was banned because he was reported, and looked a little helpless.

The operation staff sighed helplessly, and this time he simply didn't speak, just gave Song Wen a thumbs up.

He even really thought that Song Wen wouldn't start another group just now.

Until he saw Song Wen pick up the pink headphones.

That was specially prepared by Song Wen for their staff before the broadcast, and emphasized that he likes pink headphones, and it is best to wear two little pig ears.

The operation staff didn't understand it at that time, and even thought that Song Wen was still a kind and gentle child who liked cute things.

Maybe the things you did and the words you said at the beginning were really just young and vigorous.

But now he realizes that he couldn't have been more wrong.

This guy is a devil.

Song Wen manipulated Nami and gave UZI a bath while looking helplessly at the operation.

"The live broadcast room is closed, what now?"

The operation shook his head helplessly and said:

"The platform said that the amount of reports you have here is too large, so I will temporarily block you for half an hour, and wait for the popularity to drop a little before restarting the broadcast."

RNG base.

UZI CAME STRAIGHT TO THE UPPER ROAD.

The assistant on the lower road is an actor, he definitely can't go all the way with this Lulu anymore, he needs to develop, as long as he develops, then this game can still be won.

Little Dragon Regiment?

I develop first.

Pioneer regiment?

I turned down and then developed.

The Great Dragon Regiment?

Wait for me in a three-piece set.

WHEN THE BASE CRYSTAL EXPLODED, UZI SIGHED.

"There are actors who can't help it, why do they fight? Why don't you wait for me to develop? It's really disgusting, these guys. ”

[It's okay, puppy, don't be angry, the live broadcast over there has been blocked. 】

Seeing the hint of the barrage, UZI's temperature dropped a little.

Soon, however, another barrage floated out.

[It's on the air again over there, and it's still weird. 】

[What do you say?] 】

[Why is there no ADC on the other side?] Did you take a shower? 】