I have a game live broadcast room that is about to close down.
But as long as it is broadcast, there must be people watching - the same ID, "I have eight-pack abs", squatting in the live broadcast room regardless of rain or shine, and reading "Big Brother 666".
The problem is, this person is the top student at the prestigious school next door. When he was sitting in the last row of the library watching my live broadcast, all the girls in the school were secretly filming him. And I am a game anchor who never even went to college. My true identity is a socially fearful young man who scolds "noob" at the screen every day.
What's even more outrageous is that I had a dream. In the dream, a middle-aged man in a suit called me "Young Master" and said that "the world of the past is now all on the Internet."
From then on, I was originally living in a rental house, but suddenly I was involved in a series of ridiculous disputes - my friend was raped by the entire Internet, and I relied on the skills accumulated through game training to lead my brothers in a passionate revenge; the daughter of my former enemy was my direct The most popular girl in the broadcast room spent 100,000 yuan just to ask me to teach her how to play games; and my die-hard fan of the top school student secretly pulled me into a mutual aid group - the group was full of top students, and they studied every day how to make me, an illiterate anchor, "pass the 985 exam"...
I just want to live stream quietly and earn some instant noodles money, but they insist on dragging me to make changes in the biggest world of the Internet.
