Godly Auxiliary System

The confinement room in the house, the people who knew a little about it, the total darkness, the deathly silence, even a normal person would be able to shut out a shadow for a few days. If that person who stole the electric car could be as comfortable as returning home, then he was truly a genius.    

    

Of course, this little interlude happened in a flash, and after settling the matter, Ye Lee went home to sleep.    

    

The next day.    

    

Weibo was very popular.    

    

"Fighting Shrimp Platform reappear in the sky, the tycoon madly swipes through the air with his gifts!"    

    

"This week's pocket money has come again, no one disagrees with the gift."    

    

"The weirdest live broadcast studio in history has an unbroadcast popularity of over 3 million people"    

    

"..."    

    

The title above is quite clear and attractive.    

    

Just like the title of the 'Shock Division', it was a bit shameless.    

    

"Shock!" Famous host Han Yingying actually came twice within thirty days … "    

    

"Damn your sister's title party!"    

    

"Isn't it just two birthdays? I thought it was my first aunt …"    

    

"This Han Yingying is too shameless, using this reason to request a present, nowadays there are really too many brainless fat residences."    

    

"I'm laughing so much that I peed my pants. This female anchorwoman has been begging for more than an hour's worth of presents. In the end, it's not even comparable to a live broadcast studio."    

    

"..."    

    

After a certain female broadcaster received 200,000 rewards for sleeping on a live broadcast, the drop in smoke and ash created an even more bizarre piece of history in the history of live broadcast. It was a wild gift to the air.    

    

Ye Lee didn't know that his water friend was that awesome.    

    

For the rest of the day, there was nothing to do at the clinic.    

    

When night fell and they reached home, Ye Lee opened the broadcast room.    

    

The moment he turned on the live broadcast, the popularity of the entire platform fluctuated.    

    

Many of the medium and young streamers were keenly aware of the change in his popularity as they thought to themselves, "Oh no, that man has started broadcasting again!"    

    

After adjusting his Camera, Ye Lee looked at his continuously rising popularity, one million, one million and five hundred thousand, two million, and it was still increasing …    

    

Ye Lee looked at the numbers and got used to it:    

    

"Good evening, everyone."    

    

At the same time, a barrage of bullets erupted from the live broadcast room.    

    

"Singing God is finally online!"    

    

"Why did the streamer choose to leave yesterday? He's waiting for us to die."    

    

"Not listening to Singing God's singing for a day is unbearable!"    

    

"You weren't there yesterday. Something big happened in the live broadcast room."    

    

"You still don't know what terrible thing happened yesterday?"    

    

Ye Lee looked at the screen and was immediately stunned, "What happened yesterday?"    

    

The water friends were excited, the Singing God still didn't know, but they were all eager to announce the good news like kids who had just done something good.    

    

"Yesterday, Smoke Stub was beating the air with his super fire!"    

    

"Haha, that shameless woman, Han Yingying, wanted to compete for the rankings, but was stepped on in the end."    

    

"I've recorded the entire process. This is the link, quickly go in and take a look!"    

    

"This group of people are crazy. They talked for a few hours in the air yesterday."    

    

Ye Lee clicked the link to take a look, and then he became anxious, his expression becoming extremely strange.    

    

These people were too crazy.    

    

Someone had recorded the entire process of Han Yingying requesting tickets straight away while her ashes were falling towards the air. When Ye Lee finished watching it, he only felt holy shit.    

    

As it turns out, people are so bored after they've eaten their fill.    

    

At this moment, the Smoke Stub, which carried the aura of nobility, also entered the live broadcast room. He had always been on time.    

    

His friends were excited, and the barrage of bullets stirred up the following scene:    

    

"666, the ashes have arrived!"    

    

"Next, let's have Yan Hui Hao deliver her acceptance speech."    

    

Ye Lee asked: "What did you think about what happened yesterday?"    

    

Smoke Stub: "It's pocket money again, there's no place to spend it."    

    

Ye Lee, "..."    

    

Bullets:    

    

"We don't understand the world of tycoons."    

    

"So the question is, how much pocket money does Yan Hui Hao have in a week!"    

    

"I don't care about how many there are. I just want to kill everyone here, or be beaten to death by everyone here!"    

    

"Everyone is talented when you enter the live broadcast room. There's a lot of money and you even know how to lecture. It's great if the host can sing. He doesn't even want to go out anymore …"    

    

Watching the live broadcast of the Singing God every day had become a habit, especially listening to him sing, that kind of feeling was like falling into a dream, it was extremely infectious, and the key point was that there were a lot of people in the broadcast room, even though it was not started yesterday, but the scene was still very exciting. Watching the tycoon crazily brushing gifts at that shameless woman, it was even more exciting than watching a live broadcast!    

    

Ye Lee began to sing a song, one of "Sobbing Worry". It was sung very vividly, it was composed by a talented person who had gone on the music show and many people liked it, the lyrics were also very poetic:    

    

"A toast to the morning sun, a toast to the moon    

    

Wake up my yearning, gentle cold window    

    

So you can fly against the wind without turning back    

    

He was not afraid of the rain in his heart, nor the frost in his eyes    

    

A toast to home, a toast to the distance    

    

keep my kindness, urge me to grow up    

    

So the road to the north and south is no longer long    

    

There is no place for the soul to lie    

    

"…"    

    

When he was in the middle of the song, he suddenly heard a wave of leisurely whistling sounds, and the curtain of bullets instantly swished up to 666.    

    

"Awesome, you can even whistle?!"    

    

"The streamer is about to turn off the original singing!"    

    

"This is too much. The most difficult part of the song is the whistling part. I still can't play it."    

    

"Calm down, everyone, sit!" This is the basic technique, Singing God has even sung this song before, a mere whistle is nothing! "    

    

Water friends were extremely excited, the song was too nice to listen to, the restoration rate was as high as 99%, adding on the Singing God's unique voice, many people were brought into the music world, after a day of studying, going to work, and entering the broadcast room, just for this moment of enjoyment.    

    

It didn't feel like long after he closed his eyes, but it was already midnight.    

    

Ye Lee looked and said, "It's time to broadcast again."    

    

Small gift from the lower right corner of the screen.    

    

"Let the host sing another song!"    

    

"It's only a few minutes, the wonderful nightlife has only just begun!"    

    

"I protest, Singing God did not broadcast yesterday, today we should double the amount of time we have!"    

    

"I second that!"    

    

"+ 1!"    

    

"+ 10086"    

    

Many anchors did indeed say that they could make up for their time, but it was obvious that this move was ineffective against Ye Lee.    

    

Ye Lee waved his hands, "Protests are ineffective. Furthermore, at this critical moment, I have to tell everyone a piece of unlucky news."    

    

"What unfortunate news?"    

    

"What the hell, I suddenly have a bad feeling."    

    

"What does the host want to say?"    

    

When quite a few members of the audience heard this sentence, they suddenly felt that something was wrong.    

    

"Cough, cough …" Ye Lee coughed twice, he was a little embarrassed, then said: "I announce, we will temporarily leave the live broadcast world."    

    

The moment he said that, the bomb screen exploded.    

    

"What the hell!"    

    

"Host, don't tease me!"    

    

"My birthday, will Singing God not broadcast live from now on?"    

    

"Impossible, I don't believe it. Is today April Fool's Day?"