Godly Auxiliary System

A Business Owner by the side also raised his cup and toasted, "Doctor Ye, it's all thanks to you this time. Also, about the matter of you treating me last time, all of this is in the wine."    

    

"Not at all." Ye Lee drank another cup. On such a hot day, the beers and lobsters tasted rather good. No wonder so many people liked them.    

    

One cup after another, Ye Lee felt that he was getting a little drunk. The beer here was really good, he felt that he had forgotten something, but he could not exactly remember what it was.    

    

At this moment.    

    

Fighting Shrimp Platform.    

    

Singing God Studio.    

    

"The streamer is on his way. Let's go check out the other highlights."    

    

This prompt was a sign that the streamer had not yet arrived. Only when the streamer turned on the live broadcast would the scene on the screen appear.    

    

It was 8: 30 in the evening and the popularity of the room had reached 2 million.    

    

A lot of the audience members would enter the live broadcast room by inertia at this time.    

    

In the end, the two million spectators looked at the empty broadcast room and began to have a tacit understanding with each other.    

    

The chatterbox window below.    

    

"…"    

    

"It's already 8: 30, where's the Singing God?"    

    

"It should be broadcast at this time of the day."    

    

"Do you guys think that the Singing God has forgotten to broadcast this incident?"    

    

"No, it can't be. Singing God has already been broadcasting live for more than half a month. At most, he's late."    

    

"Let me tell you some unlucky news, the Singing God has become a pigeon."    

    

"It can't be, it can't be. I don't believe it."    

    

"Wake up, it's almost 9 o'clock now. I bet ten shrimp pills that Singing God won't be online today. Daqing is already dead."    

    

"…"    

    

"…"    

    

The barrage of bullets left the audience speechless. Some of them suddenly realised that Singing God seemed to have forgotten about the live broadcast.    

    

The original Singing God had always been a diligent little prince in their hearts. Although he would occasionally be a few minutes late, and every night at this time, the broadcast would start. Although the singing would only take a few hours, it was still the time most audiences enjoyed.    

    

This kind of feeling was as though he had finally found a novel that he liked, only to end up with a freaking author that was even worse. Was there anything more damnable than this?!    

    

At the same time.    

    

Fighting Shrimp Platform and the other hosts in the entertainment division all felt an inexplicable sense of relief.    

    

"That man didn't seem to be broadcasting today."    

    

"Tonight's popularity has increased quite a bit. It's quite comfortable."    

    

"I've decided to broadcast it for two more hours tonight to celebrate!"    

    

The group of medium and small anchors had tears in their eyes as they looked at the hundred thousand people in their room. It was really rare, originally at this time, as long as Singing God started broadcasting, the audience would only have a few tens of thousands left, that demonic song had already conquered everyone.    

    

Singing God Studio.    

    

The ashes from the cigarette fell into the live broadcast room.    

    

Quite a few of the water friends in the screen below cried out in alarm.    

    

"Smoke Stub is here."    

    

"Yan Hui Hao is here to listen to the song again tonight."    

    

"I'm delighted to see that. I guess Yan Hui Hao must be completely dumbfounded by now."    

    

Smoke Stub looked at the status displayed on the broadcast screen and was a bit surprised. He then asked uncertainly, "A pigeon?"    

    

Fellow:    

    

"This time, it seems, it is."    

    

"I didn't expect that Singing God could also know pigeons."    

    

"Everyone disperse. The Singing God is now tied to the bed by me. It won't be broadcasted today."    

    

"Can't you have a little face upstairs?"    

    

"That's a bit uncomfortable."    

    

"He slipped away."    

    

"Looking at the other hosts' broadcasts …"    

    

Many of the audience spoke and then disappeared.    

    

Then, ten minutes passed.    

    

Singing God Studio was currently popular, at 2.5 million!    

    

Bullets:    

    

"What the hell is going on? His popularity hasn't decreased, but has increased instead?"    

    

"Is there something wrong with the group of you? Didn't you say that the Singing God won't come today?"    

    

"After watching it for a while, the other hosts only felt bored. I'm back. I'll stay in my room and watch the recording."    

    

"…"    

    

At this time, Smoke Powder was also watching the recording. Although Singing God was not online, hearing songs at this time of the day had become a habit. If he did not listen for a day, he would feel uncomfortable all over.    

    

Some of the anchors who had just logged off were shocked when they saw this scene. They felt as if they were in the dark.    

    

At this time, the Singing God Studio ranked second on the broadcast rankings and the one ranked first was Han Yingying's broadcast room.    

    

However, there was a broadcast room that was not broadcasted directly. It made people feel like they were f * cking sh * t. They had gone live very hard, but the other side hadn't done anything. The audience members were all happily chatting in the air.    

    

The screen continued to chat, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.    

    

"Oh no, Han Yingying seems to be competing again, brothers, our chrysanthemums are going to explode!"    

    

"It's not the end of the month. Why are you competing for the leaderboard?" Some of his friends were confused.    

    

Immediately, he opened the list of gifts to see, and saw that Han Yingying's gift was rising rapidly, opening up Han Yingying's broadcasting room, only to see Han Yingying begging for a present, and said pitifully: "Various masters in the audience, please remember to take a walk, Yingying's birthday is today, if you want to take first place, even a day is fine."    

    

After all, how many f * cking birthdays are you on? Last time, you even said your birthday when you went on the leaderboard at the end of the month; and this time, it's your birthday, why don't you just go up into the sky?    

    

The brainless fans immediately went crazy:    

    

"Yingying is the most beautiful, I'll give you all the little gifts, dammit!"    

    

"Yingying don't worry, if that person isn't here today, we will definitely get you first place!"    

    

"Happy birthday, Goddess Yingying!"    

    

Han Yingying looked at the crazily rising presents and smiled sweetly: "Thank you everyone. Last month was my date of birth, but this month is actually my date of birth.    

    

"…" They finally understood that this Han Yingying was planning to take advantage of the fact that Singing God was not around to make a list of gifts.    

    

And even more brainless fans supported this idea:    

    

"No, Yingying is the best!"    

    

"Yingying, I love you!"    

    

"Yingying, you can do it!"    

    

On the gift list, the temperature of Han Yingying's broadcast immediately soared. Although the previous time's K586 did not appear, there were still a few other rich people who were supporting Han Yingying. On the other hand, at this time, the ranking of the Singing God Studio had become precarious.    

    

Singing God Studio:    

    

"Brothers, it seems like we're about to be set ablaze."    

    

"This woman is too shameless. She has her birthday twice a year."    

    

"I have nothing to say …"    

    

Many of the spectators treated Singing God Studio as belonging, and now that they saw this woman using such a method to compete, they immediately felt very uncomfortable.    

    

Some people said:    

    

"Let her fight. Since Singing God hasn't come online, we don't need to miss a day like this."    

    

"That's right, it's just a virtual ranking …"