Wen Xiaoxin, who was immersed in recording, raised his head after hearing the sound, looked at the scene in the live broadcast room, and laughed out loud.

A small donkey was almost crushed by two people, and its wheels began to smoke.

The person with her profile picture was sitting behind her, holding up a piece of red cloth, while shouting in panic: "Dou! Ditch! Ditch!"

Xu Qingcheng, who was riding a donkey in front, kept cheering, "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

"Clang"

There was only a clang sound, and the two of them fell into the ditch together with the little donkey.

The entire live broadcast room burst into laughter, and several people on the microphone burst out laughing.

"Haha, this cartoon is so good! So good!"

Brother Sadness: "Haha, who can say otherwise? Now my cousin has met her match. This is the real anchor."

Lion King: "Cousin, you should learn from others. This is the master of the whole job. Learn from others, and the job will be top-notch. It is enough for you to learn."

The anti-fans in the live broadcast room rarely saw Wen Xiaoxin being fucked, and the barrages were extremely cheerful, which made Wen Xiaoxin learn how to do top-notch fucking.

The screen was still going on, but another screen was deleted in the Bad Sixteen live broadcast room.

On the road in the field, a man was pulling the tail of a cow, and the big buffalo was running like crazy. The old farmer behind him was hanging on with all his strength.

But the next moment, Niu Niu was holding Wen Xiaoxin's head, and the old farmer behind him was Xu Qingcheng's head.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of singing came, but the sound was not processed.

The old farmer with the portrait of Xu Qingcheng fell to the ground, but he still held the cow's tail with both hands and shouted: "Don't leave!"

Niu Niu jumped up and jumped around with Wen Xiaoxin's head on his head, followed by another burst of singing: "Let go! I won't leave!"

With this cheerful rhythm, people in the entire live broadcast room became interested one after another, and the comments were even more hilarious.

Ye Chen couldn't help but burst out laughing when he saw this funny cartoon-like live broadcast effect.

It can be seen that this Bad Sixteen is also an anchor who does all kinds of things, and he is very good at doing things.

Tang Xiaoxin saw that the rhythm was wrong. Although he couldn't receive gifts, he couldn't stop the likes. One person could get 3,000 likes. He quickly flashed the screen: "Black fans, stop watching cartoons and start likes."

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Seeing the floating screen prompt, people quickly took action.

Slowly, the five minutes were coming to an end. Wen Xiaoxin and Xu Qingcheng had been stunned. This was the first time they met such a well-organized anchor.

The special effects were done one after another, and were extremely rigorous. Fans and passers-by in the live broadcast room were dumbfounded.

Wen Xiaoxin: "Wow, this is fun, I want to learn it, I want to learn it, you have to teach me."

The pk has ended, and Bad Sixteen on the other side appears in the live broadcast room again, still dressed in red and wearing a red hat.

But still didn't speak, just nodded.

"Don't blame the host for the effect of the live broadcast. The bad guys will broadcast silently. Just announce the results directly and punish them."

Countless fans wearing little red riding hood lanterns flocked into the live broadcast room, obviously she was protecting her big brother.

But this was obviously not the result Wen Xiaoxin wanted, and she shouted angrily: "You are a bad boy, is this how you treat your boss?"

"On my first day after joining the union, you actually came to try to punish the boss. You should recruit me quickly and honestly. Do you have a problem with me as the boss?"

Wen Xiaoxin pouted angrily, staring at the camera with her big eyes.

Hearing this, Bad Sixteen felt a sudden rush in her heart. Immediately after her live broadcast, a rotating turntable was torn into pieces, and countless chains burning with flames collapsed.

Apparently the seal was broken, Bad Sixteen hurriedly said: "Oh my big boss, this is the live broadcast effect, why don't you teach me how to do it?"

The petite Bad Sixteen acted coquettishly in front of the camera, which made her guardian brother dumbfounded.

"What's going on? Is it possible that Feng Wu Jiutian Guild, Boss Zhang really gave it to the other party?"

"No, why did my cousin become Boss Sixteen?"

Bad Sixteen: "Does our pretty and lovely boss really have the same level of understanding as our employees?"

"Wow, I'm so pitiful. I originally came to meet the boss, but I didn't expect to fall into the boss's little book. It's so difficult for a little girl."

Bad Sixteen really squeezed out a few tears, and his eyes were filled with tears, which made Wen Xiaoxin stunned for a while.

Xu Qingcheng: "Okay, okay, don't embarrass others. You've made them cry. How can there be such a boss in the world?"

"People are teaching you how to do your job, so don't be so stubborn."

Xu Qingcheng was also stunned, and then quickly realized that the other party was indeed a TV actor, and this crying job was just as easy as it sounds.

I don’t know, but I’m really surprised what Wen Xiaoxin did to the other party.

"Okay, okay, I'll forgive you, but you have to teach me how to do the job, otherwise I won't pay you."

Bad Sixteen sobbed, "Good boss, my little girl must work hard and work hard to make our union bigger and stronger."

Zhang Dazhuang: "If you follow Xinxin well, you will definitely have a future. It is better than following me."

Zhang Dazhuang also appeared on the screen, and the fans were completely numb. Is this rhythm really giving the union to Wen Xiaoxin?

"My cousin is so awesome. She is neither a slanderer nor a boaster. She is a top-level trade union. She said she could use it for fun, and she actually got it."

"I feel sorry for the anchors under Feng Wu Jiutian. This is the rhythm of being played to death by my cousin. I even saw the scene of the top union falling."

Wen Xiaoxin directly ignored the rhythm of the anti-fans and said with some displeasure: "Hate fans, you are lazy. In five minutes, you only received 11.25 million likes, which is 10,000 more likes than the other party."

"There are 250,000 people in the live broadcast room, and there are only 12 million likes. Do you think you are all watching cartoons?"

It was the first time that Wen Xiaoxin was being manipulated by others, and she felt a little unhappy, but she was unhappy, but she couldn't lose her temper randomly, so she took out her temper on the black fans.

Anyway, it’s not just a day or two to fight against the anti-fans. What’s the matter? Fight against the anti-fans.

Have nothing to do? Criticize anti-fans. Are you in a bad mood? Criticize anti-fans.

"Since we are one of our own, the punishment will be waived. Just click on the relationship and take the time to teach me that cartoon."

Wen Xiaoxin was extremely generous and spared the other party directly and left Lian Mai's room. If the fuss continued, she really didn't know what the other party was going to do.

Moreover, a super first-line anchor is so shameless, crying whenever he wants, and shedding tears directly.

Wen Xiaoxin expressed that she was scared. She was really scared. This kind of anchor couldn't afford to offend him. At least in terms of overall work, he couldn't handle the other party so far, so he simply left.

"Hate fans, I'm going to Sichuan tomorrow, so I'll broadcast it here today, Goodbye."

After Wen Xiaoxin finished speaking, she downloaded the broadcast at the speed of light and directly pressed the power button.

"Sister, good night!"

After saying that, Wen Xiaoxin rushed out of the study room.

"I have to go to bed right away, and I have to set the alarm clock. Otherwise, what if they leave me at home the next day and don't take me to Rua Panda?"
Chapter completed!