Chapter 220: Spreading Rumors

"Damn! It's true?! I still adore him so much! ”

The two high schools were talking, and suddenly, the mobile phone in their hands was snatched away by a slender hand.

They looked up and saw Bai Yu's "gentle" smile, and they didn't know why they felt panicked.

Bai Yu held the mobile phone, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were cold.

"Excuse me, let me see."

The boys intuitively felt that they couldn't be provoked by this person, so they hurriedly said.

"Look, big guy...... But big guy, I think you're so familiar, have you ever been on a show or something? ”

Bai Yu ignored them and looked at the screen.

I just stared at it for a moment, and then suddenly I laughed.

He turned his head to look at Tong Yaoyao, who was sitting on the chair and shaking jiojio, narrowed his phoenix eyes, and his smile turned cold.

"It's really a rumor, you dare to say anything."

This is where it began.

It comes from the APP that Yun Zuofan sent to the little princess of the national costume before the start of the game with Linghu yesterday.

This little app is able to spy on Yun Zuofan's phone for a short period of time with his consent.

The purpose of starting is simple.

He was looking for a certifier to prove that Zhu Gusheng was a fake.

At that time, the little princess in the national costume was broadcasting live, and when she saw the news, she laughed excitedly directly in the live broadcast room-

"Ah, my male god is going to play ranking!"

"There's an enthusiastic viewer who wants me to take the remote operation, and I can broadcast it live to you!"

Her little face flushed with excitement.

Then when she saw Tong Yaoyao's ID, a smile appeared on her face.

"ID is so cute, I love jiojio~ It must be a cute girl with a sweet personal bel voice~ Playing Luban No. 7, it's very cute...... I see the male god! My boy Li Bai has a 100% winning rate! Ah, I'm gone! ”

The live broadcast room of the little princess in the national costume is very small.

She is a little-known little anchor of dried fish, and she is also a small fan in the "Jungler Dad Support Club" at Station B.

When she had nothing to do, she searched for videos of the anchors and jungler fathers crashing into cars in major live broadcast rooms and made clips.

But today she doesn't need to go to the corners to find materials!

The fragrant live broadcast is in front of her eyes!

She was excited in the live broadcast room and became a groundhog all the time, screaming "ahh

The fans in the live broadcast room are also fans of the jungler father.

She's almost a small gathering place for jungler dad fans.

A small group of fans are also screaming!

They themselves belong to the enclosure self-cuteness, because the jungler father does not open the live broadcast, the fan base is very scattered, and the number of people is not large.

The room was in the morning, many people went to work, and there were more than 300 people online in the room.

And most of these people are zombie fans.

It's the data that the system fills in and makes her popular.

There are only thirty or forty people online now.

are all girls who have a good relationship with her, little fan girls of jungler fathers.

The little princess of the national costume doesn't care about popularity, she can't make much money as a small anchor herself.

But she likes to live stream kings.

Every time I fight the king, my skills improve a little, and I always feel closer to the jungler father.

Pity.

The male god doesn't start the live broadcast, otherwise it would be great.

Many people who play low ranks now don't know about jungler dads.

She also has no ability to help the jungler father, if she has the ability, there are more people in the live broadcast room, and she can help the jungler father pull a few more people-

As soon as the little princess in the national costume thought about it, she saw a barrage full of exclamation marks floating on the screen.

"what I found!! I'm going to call my brother!! Ah, my boss, my boss!!!! ”

Then, the live broadcast room poured into the forty or fifty yelling big boys.

The barrage keeps brushing!

The little princess in the national costume and the soft girls in the live broadcast room......

Stunned!