[Notice] The full text needs to be overhauled... [I heard this is copywriting] I don't know what happened, but one day, Fang Yuanhang discovered that his small live broadcast room had gradually turned into a concentration camp for funny middle school students. In their exchanges, some referred to each other as "such and such star field", and some referred to various middle school "celebrities". Their nicknames were all kinds of mermaids, Dr. X, Spider-Man, and elves. . . . Even the rewards when you are happy are a certain product of a certain company of X Star, coral, wind essence, and half a wand (ten and a quarter inches, willow wood). . . . The barrage comments were garbled but came with translations, and the comments and chats were all about XX technology, magic, the end of the world, interstellar wars, and the destruction of the earth. . . . Seeing this, Fang Yuanhang was speechless in front of the willful live broadcast room, ╮(╯_╰)╭ Did my world travel through time without me knowing it? Ah ah ah ah, all three views are shattered, okay? . . .