Godly Auxiliary System

They were all joking, this tycoon didn't play according to the rules, did he really not want it?    

Mia's eyes widened and her chest heaved up and down. She was depressed in her heart. Who is this? Is she not even comparable to a singing host?    

The people in the live broadcast room noticed that the tycoon disappeared from the fan club, which meant that he had left the live broadcast room.    

"F * ck, this bro is awesome."    

"Host, this rocket has been fired. I refuse to accept it. Just give it to me."    

"Give it to me!"    

There was a scramble within the barrage of bullets, but suddenly, someone was puzzled.    

"Wait, what did the tycoon mean by listening to music?"    

"Holy shit, the Singing God's broadcasting!"    

"Wow, I really came back!"    

"Let's go!"    

"Listening to the song, I slipped away!"    

The audience, who were scrubbing their screens, suddenly noticed this matter. They did not hesitate to cross out the live broadcast studio.    

His popularity dropped from 35w to 28w in an instant!    

"Wait, you guys come back!" Mia shouted.    

Yet it does not stop the decline in popularity.    

"Host, goodbye. Although your legs look good, I prefer listening to songs!"    

"Give up, Mia. I'm a man you'll never be able to get in your life!"    

"Host, they've all left, but I've stayed behind. Although I don't have the money to make presents, I'll give you a free fluorescent stick every day. Can you give me a WeChat?"    

"…"    

Mia was so angry that she was about to cry. Just what is going on?!    

"..."    

The Singing God Studio, the popularity continued to increase.    

In this period of time, the Fighting Shrimp Platform had increased the flow of people by a lot through various channels, and very quickly, the popularity of the Singing God Studio had broken through the 100w mark.    

After Ye Lee finished singing, his popularity was still rising.    

The barrage continued.    

"Nice!"    

"Like you, the first chin of the national uniform. You're finally back!"    

"It's still a familiar feeling, a familiar smell that made me feel wet …"    

"F * ck, you guys are too evil. You can get wet listening to Singing God's songs?"    

"I said my eyes are wet. What are you thinking?"    

"Hehe, what were you thinking about just now? What was I thinking about?"    

All the brothers in the screen could speak.    

In a certain streamer's chat group.    

A crowd of signed streamers were chatting with each other.    

A game area host: "Did you guys hear? That person, he came back …"    

An entertainment district's host: "Is there a need to hear about this? I lost thirty thousand people in a f * cking live broadcast, I'm about to cry from anger! "    

"How infuriating, but there's no other way."    

"Maybe this is the super popular streamer."    

"I didn't expect someone who's been missing for three months would be so terrifying. It's so scary …"    

"What else can you say other than 'terrifying'?"    

"…"    

At this moment, a rather popular old streamer spoke up.    

"He's been missing for so long. Although his popularity has broken through the 1 million mark, haven't you noticed that there's not even a single person delivering an airplane in this live broadcast room?" The fan club from before is also gone! "    

With that said, the other hosts noticed.    

"That seems to be the case."    

"If we don't broadcast live for a few months, the fan club will definitely be wiped out."    

"If this continues, it'll get cold."    

"Let's take the opportunity to cool down early. If this goes on, I'll have to avoid this person's broadcast time."    

"Big Brother, when do you think he'll be cold?"    

"I'm not sure, but what I'm sure of is that this kind of popularity is just an illusion on the surface." I'm not sure, but I'm sure that this popularity is just an illusion on the surface.    

Everyone was hoping for the Singing God to cool down. In the past three months, they had no idea how comfortable life had been, but now that the Singing God had returned, it was like a mountain was pressing down on their heads. Dividing cake was the same principle.    

At the same time, the super popular streamer would also attract most of the traffic, causing tons of pressure on the small and medium-sized streamers. Therefore, the average medium and small anchors would choose to avoid this time period, or to broadcast from morning to night, using diligence and time to bridge the gap.    

Loving the young anchorman, starting from you and me!    

"..."    

"Smoke Stub sends a super rocket, go to the live broadcast room and receive your present!"    

Just as he finished speaking, huge banners suddenly appeared in the broadcast room for Fighting Shrimp Platform.    

The hosts were all dumbstruck.    

"Big Brother, didn't you say that no tycoon would give you gifts?"    

"Oh my god, this is too real. The broadcast just started and it started with a super fire …"    

"I'm speechless."    

"I'm convinced."    

"I'm scared, I'm scared …"    

The host, who had analyzed the situation earlier, was also embarrassed. "This …"    

"..."    

"Thanks for the rocket as a gift!"    

Ye Lee realised that the familiar rich guy was here again, and immediately thanked him.    

The barrage was 666.    

"Yan Hui Hao is here too."    

"Once the boss made his move, I took several treasure chests."    

"Singing God, I took three hundred shrimp pills from the treasure chest. I will give you two hundred now!"    

"You, upstairs, are only worth this much."    

"Holy shit, I didn't get any of you. Are you devils? It's only been two seconds …"    

"What's this? My hand speed is not a joke at all even though I've been single for more than 20 years."    

Ye Lee was a little emotional in his heart. Although the purpose of his live broadcast was not for money, he never thought that he would actually get a rich person's fan.    

"Next, we'll start to order songs according to the procedure. What would you like to hear for today's first song to be sent to Brother Smoke?" Ye Lee asked naturally.    

Smoke fell: "From the heavens for another 500 years."    

Bullets:    

"Has Yan Hui Hao changed her taste?"    

"This song is a bit old."    

"I heard that the song is rather hard to sing."    

"It doesn't exist, there's no song my Singing God can't sing."    

At this moment, the popularity was still returning.    

Ye Lee was surprised, although there was a screen in between them, he still felt that something was amiss. Logically speaking, most people who came to do a live broadcast would usually have a few love songs, just like how they lit up a few E God's songs before the smoke fell.    

"Why did you pick this song?" Ye Lee asked.    

The cigarette ash dropping gave the impression of a maverick tycoon who would never speak nonsense if he could attack. At this moment, he typed on the public screen:    

"I'm not in good health, I'm going to undergo surgery soon."    

The screen was shocked. If it was a normal person, they wouldn't have had the heart to care about it. But now that Yan Hui Hao was sick, this situation was quite serious.    

"What illness do you need an operation on?"    

"From Yan Hui Hao's tone, it seems like she's prepared to borrow another five hundred years to continue living."    

"Smoke Stub, quickly tell everyone! What's the problem?"    

Some people were concerned about him.    

"Tsk, a bunch of retards. You want to sell white powder for money to buy Chinese cabbage? What kind of illness would not be able to be cured with money? "    

There were also people who hated wealth.