Host, Your Live Broadcast Room Has Exploded!

Federation Admiral Ming Wei belched, and belched. After fighting for the federal cause for a hundred years, he can always leave his name in history, right? You told me I couldn't! Will I die in front of the light? ! What? Because the top secrets of the Federation cannot be leaked, will I lose my name and identity if I die there? I'm not Sister Li! Unwilling to be reconciled, Mingwei bound to a live broadcast room and vowed to start all over again. As a result, she was reborn in the modern world of "prehistoric civilization" and became a poor little man who died of a heart disease not long ago. My father doesn't love me and my mother doesn't love me. I am a baby cabbage that no one wants. Mingwei complained pitifully to everyone in the live broadcast room. Everyone in the live broadcast room: Anchor! Stop pretending! Look back! Your vest has fallen off again! ——The moment when the horse falls—— Mingwei devoted herself to creating vests, but she never expected that one day they would collapse one after another. Until one day, the man looked at her gently. Man: Any more? Mingwei: ... Maybe maybe it's gone? Man: Who is this? (Smiling and holding up the phone) Mingwei: Is this me? It's definitely not me! (Hugs herself sadly) Everyone in the live broadcast room: Stop pretending! That's you!