Godly Auxiliary System

Ye Lee realized that he did not recognize the caller's number.    

"Hey, who are you?"    

"Mr Ye, it's me, Sun Yanghui. I've finally managed to contact you!"    

"Sun Yanghui?" For a moment, Ye Lee couldn't even remember what had happened.    

"You forgot, I'm the director of Fighting Shrimp Platform, the one who signed the contract with you last time." Sun Yanghui's tone was extremely helpless, and smiled bitterly at the phone.    

"…" Ye Lee suddenly remembered. The main thing was that it had been too long, over two hundred chapters had already passed, and even the author had forgotten about it.    

"What do you want?" Ye Lee adjusted his tone and asked.    

"It's this kind of Mr Ye. According to the contract we signed, although we don't require you to broadcast live according to the normal time and schedule, there is a minimum amount of time per season. However, in your situation, you haven't broadcast live for over three months …"    

Sun Yanghui laughed bitterly, this was also the first time he had seen such a strange thing.    

"Of course, my meaning is not as you want to pay for the breach of contract. What I mean is, can you fulfill the following contract and go up to make up for the length of time …"    

Even though the Singing God Studio had not been broadcasted for three months, it was still extremely popular. Superpipe would often see over a hundred thousand people chatting while looking at the air. The number of people who were watching the recording exceeded over ten million already, so it could be said that it had broken the history of the Fighting Shrimp.    

Therefore, Sun Yanghui had never mentioned to them that he had violated the rules. The platform only hoped that the Singing God would return to the broadcast room and bring them more benefits.    

"So that's how it is. Alright, I understand." Ye Lee thought for a while, although the penalty on the contract was not too high for the amount of wealth he had just returned from the gambling house, but breaking the contract was still a bad thing, and that would be a matter of his character and credibility, so he did not intend to break the contract.    

I just forgot about it. Yeah, that's it.    

"It's good that you remember. I hope you can return to the live broadcast room as soon as possible. Fighting Shrimp Platform will always welcome you!" Sun Yanghui said a few polite words.    

Afterwards, the two chatted for a while longer before hanging up.    

Returning back to the house, Ye Lee turned on the computer.    

Open a Web page.    

He opened his Fighting Shrimp Platform.    

The output account.    

When he entered the password, Ye Lee was suddenly stunned, his expression confused.    

He had encountered a problem.    

That was, he had suddenly forgotten his direct broadcast room password.    

What was this password?    

Ye Lee was completely confused.    

It had been so long that he could barely remember.    

Was it his birthday, or was it his bank account number?    

At this moment.    

Fighting Shrimp Platform.    

Singing God Studio.    

The Singing God Studio that no one had broadcast live still held some heat.    

13w people online.    

This heat was comparable to that of some small anchors.    

In the past, this heat was even higher, reaching several tens of thousands, and was known as a miracle in the Fighting Shrimp Platform.    

But now, as time passed, the number of people online was slowly decreasing.    

Many of the small and middle-sized broadcasters would even sneak a peek after the broadcast.    

Seeing that the broadcast room was still as dark as before, they all let out a sigh of relief.    

"That man has finally left the live broadcast world …"    

The Singing God Studio had changed into the past.    

He was like a gorgeous meteor as he streaked across the sky of the live broadcast world. He did not show his face, he did not chat, he did not act cute, and he did not even ask the audience to give him gifts … Relying on his melodious singing, he managed to forcefully get to the top of the hottest and gift list. In just a month's time, he went from an unknown anchorman to a super anchorman …    

He was a legend in the field of live broadcast!    

He was a nightmare in the hearts of many of the anchors. Many of them still could not forget the feeling of being in the heat of the moment and not being robbed. That dark time that had been dominated!    

However, no one knew who he was!    

Some speculated that he was a professional singer who had entered the live broadcast world.    

There are no singers to match it in the entire entertainment industry.    

The identity of the Singing God became a mystery.    

Fortunately, this mystery has now disappeared …    

Singing God Studio, from time to time, there would be some stray bullets brushed past.    

"On the 113th day of Singing God's departure, I missed him."    

"Although I don't know why Singing God disappeared for such a long time, I just want to sing a song about how things looked today …"    

"Many years later, I would be lying on a huge, rotten bed, on the verge of death. Looking back at my life, I feel that there would be nothing left to linger on anymore …    

The grandson suddenly ran in and said to me, "Grandfather, the Singing God Studio has started broadcasting!"    

I was excited, I kept patting the bed, quickly help me up, I want to brush Singing God's plane! "    

"6666!"    

"Brother's jokes are getting more and more melodramatic every day."    

"If the Singing God isn't here, then what's the point in playing such a prank …" The old hands who had roamed the Fighting Shrimp for many years were currently feeling very depressed. When he thought about how he could only record those moving songs again in this life and for the rest of his life, he felt an emptiness in his heart.    

"I didn't expect that it would be a man in the end. It's so unforgettable for me."    

"The three great unsolved mysteries of the world:    

The Enigma of Alien UFO    

The riddle of the Bermuda Triangle    

The Mystery of the Identity of the Singing God "    

"Heavens, I'm willing to use my ten years of lifespan to exchange for Singing God's broadcast once!" A certain water friend let out a fatal cry!    

At this moment, the entire live broadcast room's screen suddenly flashed.    

Soon after, a familiar chin appeared before everyone's eyes.    

"What the f * ck?!" The water friend looked at the screen, her face was filled with shock, and she had fallen into a daze!    

The entire broadcast room instantly shook.    

"Damn, are my eyes playing tricks on me?"    

"Oh my god, the broadcast is starting!"    

"Who can hit me and see if I'm dreaming?"    

"If you stick your head out of the screen, I promise I'll help you break it."    

"Singing God, is that you?!"    

"I've finally waited for you. Thankfully, I haven't given up!"    

Some of the water friends also started to sing.    

The tens of thousands of people in front of the screen, many of them were drowsy, they were just habitually going into a broadcast room to watch and reminisce. After all, many days ago, this was how they came to visit.    

At this moment, they rubbed their eyes with all their might. They felt as if they had fallen into a trance and could not believe the scene before their eyes.    

"What did I see? What a spicy man, he's finally back!"    

"I'm so happy. Singing God, quickly say something and tell me everything is real."    

"Oh god, oh my god, I'm going to brush a hundred glowing rods to celebrate …"    

"Upstairs, how can you be a bit more stingy? I'll brush a thousand!"    

"Pfft, don't even try to act cool with those upstairs. I didn't know that the glow sticks are free. I thought you guys were here to clean the plane …"    

In the live broadcast room, the bomb screen was surging. It was a happy atmosphere.    

However, at this moment, the friend's previous wish had collapsed.    

"F * ck, I was just joking around. This is too real. How could my ten years of lifespan end like this?"