"Dear guys! Everyone was enjoying watching it just now. If you feel good, just clean up the satellites!" The prodigal son Wuqing shouted loudly in the live broadcast room, and then he saw countless satellites flying past in front of him, making the prodigal son Wuqing smile happily and smiled with his mouth tilted.

Prodigal Wuqing is a small anchor of the "Star" game on Planet TV. Because of his lack of strength, he can only broadcast live in two levels: Silver and Brass segments. This also leads to Prodigal Wuqing's subscriber not many fans, with only about 50,000 people. The number of people online while being able to stay in his live room in daily life is only more than 4,000.

Don’t think that there are many people. You should know that in this cosmic era, the daily number of online users in a top game anchor is the passing line for a daily number of people exceeding 1 billion, and the highest online record of anchors is as high as 19.8 billion... Planet TV is a company directly controlled by Chongqing Ying Heavy Industry. It is a unique leading company in the industry. There is no second live broadcast platform that can compete with Planet TV, so Planet TV does not need to create a large wave of agreement numbers like a fish or a cat in the previous life to decorate its storefront. All the number of online users is the real number of online users, and it does not exist.

Any false possibility ********** is only a small anchor at the bottom, but his reward income is much more than that of ordinary small anchors. Because the prodigal son Wuqing often likes to play the game of pretending to be a pig and eating tiger. He first pretends to be inferior to his opponent, and then uses various methods to praise the opponent high, so that the opponent can show a proud attitude, and then suddenly shows his true strength, completely confusing the opponent who was still proud just now. Finally, he has to use various languages ​​to mock and humiliate the opponent. The angry opponent takes the initiative to block himself, or take the lead on the spot.

Although this method is very annoying, I have to admit that it really hits the itch of some viewers. They like to watch the game of playing pigs and eating tigers, and then put themselves into the game of prodigal son Wuru, winning the pleasure they cannot win in the game.

Therefore, although there are not many viewers of prodigal son Wuwu, they are very loyal and rewards very frequently. This will make the prodigal son Wuwuwuwu go all the way and begin to actively develop more routines of pretending to be a pig and eating tigers.

For example, just now, when dealing with the little loli who was obviously spending money to find a substitute to get a silver rank, Prodigal Wuqing first praised him very well, and then beat him up nine times. Finally, he pretended to be righteous and righteous, successfully scolded the other party and cried down the line, winning the barrage of cheers, and the result was that various gifts were constantly being swept. Prodigal Wuqing roughly estimated that this wave had actually earned nearly 10,000 Star Coins. According to the share agreement, Prodigal Wuqing could get a bonus of 5,000 Star Coins, which was more than the previous week that Prodigal Wuqing earned.

Seeing such a high reward, the prodigal son Wuqing suddenly became excited. He planned to strike while the iron was hot, find another rookie to abuse it, and then take advantage of the situation to get another reward. So the prodigal son Wuqing entered the qualifying match again and began to match his opponent. Unfortunately, the prodigal son Wuqing matched the real silver rank masters in these two times. The prodigal son Wuqing was also very unfortunate to be beaten up by these two masters. As a result, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room dropped rapidly, which made the prodigal son Wuqing very anxious, and he urgently wanted to find a few rookies to abuse it, so as to pull back the number of people in the live broadcast room.

However, almost all the novices in the friend column of Prodigal Son Wuqing blocked the novices. Apart from going to the qualifying match, Prodigal Son Wuqing seems to have no better way to foresee new novices.

At this moment, the ruthless friend column of the prodigal son suddenly flashed. He clicked and saw that someone wanted to add his friend.

"Strange, how could anyone add my friend?" The prodigal son muttered in a low voice, but he still decisively agreed to the other party's friend application. Then he immediately checked the other party's information and found that this player named Peking University Madman was actually a complete novice player. He had never even played a qualifying match. Instead, he had played thousands of human-machine mode battles.

"Well! Old men, it seems that this is the legendary human-machine emperor!" The prodigal son Wuqing immediately became interested and said to his audience excitedly, "This kind of human-machine emperor is the most useless and trashy. They don't even have the courage to match players, and they only dare to fight human-machine. Why? Because Ai is too stupid, he can definitely win!"

"What I fear most is failure. Although I don't know why he wants to add my friend, it is simply natural for such a person torture him if he doesn't beat him well. The old guys look at him and see how I'm shaking all over, hahaha!" The prodigal son Wuqing laughed wildly, and at the same time, there were more barrage in an instant, and they were all clamoring to ruthlessly abuse this poor human-machine emperor.

"Hello, I am a novice player. I want to find someone to take me with me, but I just entered an id and found you. Are you a master? If not, I won't bother you!" After the prodigal son Wuqing added this friend of Peking University madman, the other party immediately sent such a message to the prodigal son Wuqing.

"Damn!" Seeing this passage, the prodigal son Wuqing was a little stunned. He originally planned to pretend to be weak, but he didn't expect the other party to ask this question first. If he still pretended to be weak, wouldn't the other party abandon him immediately? Then how could he continue to abuse the food happily?

[Anchor 666, just be a master!]

[Yes, my prodigal son is a master!]

[Damn! You don’t want the opportunity to show off when you are in front of you, please agree to him quickly!]

The audience on the barrage kept browsing similar barrage that encouraged the prodigal son Wuqing to agree. The prodigal son Wuqing made a decision in his heart and replied decisively, "There is no expert, but there are still 900 points in the brass rank, and there is still no problem to take you!"

Although the ranking system of "Stars" is divided into several ranks, these ranks obviously cannot perfectly distinguish the strength differences of trillions of players. Therefore, between the same rank, there are rank points. Victory will increase points, failure will deduct points. If the points reach 1,000 points, you can participate in the qualifying competition. If you win, you can get promoted to a higher rank. This is the ranking system of "Stars".

The prodigal son Wuqing has 900 points in the brass rank, which is definitely a very high score, and is only one step away from the silver rank. In fact, the prodigal son Wuqing has also been on the silver rank several times, but later he was unlucky and fell down.

"Thank you guys! Thank you guys!" So, the other party Qian En Xie sent a team invitation to the prodigal son Wuqing. The prodigal son Wuqing happily clicked and agreed, and the two convenient teams started to form a double rank.

Because Peking University Madman is participating in a qualifying competition for the first time, the system is the most tragic player by default, and the players with only 0 points are matched this time, both opponents with the same double-rank are players in the brass rank, and the points of these two players in the brass rank are not high, and neither of them exceed 300 points.

So this double-row prodigal son won very easily. He controlled a star destroyer alone and exploded all the two warships of the opponent. The Peking University madman was very miserable, staying in the starry sky stupidly and didn't know what to do. In the end, when the prodigal son won, the Peking University madman actually killed less than 10% of the opponent's battle loss.

[6666! My prodigal son is awesome, one fights two!]

[That's it! That's it! My prodigal son is also a good person, and the newcomer wins!]

【What I see is so good, I'll give you a planet to hold it off!】

After the prodigal son Wuqing won, barrage began to be heard again. Wuqing successfully gained as many as two thousand star coins, making the prodigal son Wuqing happy like a monkey. Looking at the Peking University madman beside him who was winning, he inexplicably gained a little favor.

Next, the prodigal son Wuqing and the Peking University Madman made more than ten rounds, but all ended with the victory of the prodigal son Wuqing. Of course, all the credits were the prodigal son Wuqing, and the Peking University Madman just won by the side.

But the prodigal son Wuqing did not notice that the shells that the Peking University madman seemed to shoot randomly can always hit some key positions of the opponent, causing the opponent's navigation speed to slow down.

After more than ten games of battle, the prodigal son Wuqing's points increased by about 20 points, and the Peking University madman's points increased directly from 0 points to 250 points. So, naturally, in order to hold the thighs of the prodigal son Wuqing, the Peking University madman began to praise the prodigal son Wuqing in all kinds of stinginess.

What is the best master in the world? What is the strongest king? What is the prodigal son Wuqing's elder brother Wusheng's world? The prodigal son Wuqing's nostrils are almost tilted to the sky. I feel that this Peking University madman is a very good guy, otherwise I will take him more in the future.

However, what Prodigal Zi Wuqing did not expect was that after more than ten matches with him, the other party suddenly sent a message to Prodigal Zi Wuqing and said to Prodigal Zi Wuqing, "Boss Wuqing, you are too strong. I won if I don't even have the chance to fire. It's a bit boring to play like this. I'd better go to a few matches alone!"

"No! Let's continue!" When he heard that the Peking University Madman was leaving, the prodigal son Wuqing was suddenly anxious. He had won a series of consecutive victories with the Peking University Madman, and successfully increased the audience in his live broadcast room to 5,236. This is a result that the Prodigal son Wuqing had never achieved before, and the gifts he paid one after another were as high as 9,000 yuan. The Prodigal son Wuqing had already regarded the Peking University Madman as his money tree. How could it be so simple that he could let the Peking University Madman leave?

But the prodigal son ruthlessly advised him, but the other party's attitude was very firm, saying that he only wanted to play solo now, not double-ranking.

So, the prodigal son's ruthless head had a sudden inspiration and said to the Peking University madman, "Otherwise, I'll be alone with you, that's fine!"

"No!" The other party refused very simply, "Relaxed Boss, you are too strong. I must not be your opponent. I don't want to be alone with you."

"I'll let you! I can't let you do it!" The prodigal son Wuqing immediately replied confidently, "It's good that I'll let you shoot three rounds of volleys. After you shoot three rounds of volleys, I will fight back again, so that you can fully experience the pleasure of fighting. What do you think?"

"But even if Brother Wuqing, you let me shoot three rounds of volleys, I'm not your opponent!" Unexpectedly, the Peking University madman still rejected his request.

"Then you say that you want me to let you shoot a few rounds of volleys before you can stand alone with me!" In desperation, the prodigal son Wuqing could only use his trick.

"Seven rounds!" After hesitating for a while, the Peking University madman replied, "Brother Wuqing, if you are willing to let me shoot seven rounds of volleys, I will line up with you!"

"Seven rounds?" This time it was the prodigal son Wuqing's turn to hesitate a little. If there was a master in the golden rank to let him shoot seven rounds, he would probably win. Will the risk be too great?

[Isn't it just a seven-round volley? What's the big deal?]

[Haha, just this trash, let alone seven-round volleys, even 17-round volleys are not the opponent of my prodigal son]

[That's right! Promise him quickly. If you give seven rounds of volleys, you will win, and a star will serve you!]

A star is a gift worth ten thousand star coins, and the audience who spoke also knows this prodigal son Wuqing. He is a well-known rich fan in his fan group. He belongs to the type of person who is the one who is the only one. If you say you give a star, you will definitely give a star.

The result is naturally self-evident. Under the temptation of this star, the prodigal son ruthlessly and readily agreed to the request of the Peking University madman.
Chapter completed!