At 11:37 in the middle of the night, the city sank into the rain. Only the rental house in the east corner of the city still had the lights on.
The screen glowed with a faint blue light, reflecting on Lin Yuan's young but slightly tired face.
He was wearing the washed-out "Naruto" logo sweatshirt, his hair was messy and messy, his fingers were typing rapidly on the keyboard, and he was speaking as fast as a machine gun.
"Here comes the point, brothers!" He slammed the table, his voice suddenly rising, "Why did Zabuza lose? It's not that he couldn't beat Kakashi, but that he was doomed to tragedy from the beginning! You see - the kid wearing the mask is his real weakness! If a killer becomes soft-hearted once, it is equivalent to condemning himself to death!"
The barrage exploded instantly.
[The anchor is awesome! This analysis brought me to my knees!
[Ancestor of Naruto: The screen has been recorded and will be used for Douyu's defense next week]
[Old Lin, are you the reincarnation of Madara Uchiha?
Lin Yuan raised the corner of his mouth slightly and was about to continue outputting when a bolt of lightning struck outside the window and the sound of rain suddenly became intensive.
Immediately afterwards, the edges of the screen began to twist, as if something had torn a hole from behind.
"Huh?" He frowned and reached out to take a picture of the monitor, "Is it stuck again? The network is broken..."
But the moment he turned around, the live broadcast room suddenly exploded.
Old Lin! ! Behind you! ! Someone! !
