Chapter 10 Pure and Rare

Just like that, the number of fans in Xu Yuan's live broadcast room kept rising.

For a new anchor who has only broadcasted once, the rate of increase in followers is no different from riding a rocket.

Xu Yuan, who had no idea about it, was toying with the poor PRB92 pistol again after enjoying the feast. This time he completed the disassembly and assembly challenge with his eyes closed.

Until sleepiness comes, wash up and lie down in bed to sleep.

Eat when you are hungry, sleep when you are sleepy.

Such a life is probably a beautiful thing.

I woke up naturally, washed up again, and ordered a Chinese breakfast.

Xu Yuan picked up a fragrant and crispy fried dough stick and casually called up the background data of the live broadcast room.

After taking a look, he took a sip of soy milk, put it in his mouth and played with it.

"Gulu gulu gulu——"

Just as he was about to swallow the soy milk, he glanced at the data again.

"Looking at the speed of the increase in fans, there should be channels with high traffic promoting me."

After all, in a serious live broadcast room like Douhu Yuya, you can swipe your hand to rank first in the rankings, and you can also meet the host and have a meal, and maybe do some exercise after the meal.

Leeks don't grow that fast.

【Current fans: 1023】

What will be the theme of the next thriller game?

Moreover, the Chinese breakfast set that I ordered had four full fried dough sticks, and now there is still one left in the exquisite wooden basket carved in the shape of an orchid.

Xu Yuan thought about it and thought that the best possibility is to meet a big boss who is willing to be a good person.

[Teleportation countdown begins]

Therefore, Xu Yuan, who wiped the soy milk from the corner of his mouth, couldn't understand.

It's always a good thing to gain fans.

A serious landslide occurred at the ruins, and the entire archaeological team was buried. Even the bodies have not been dug out, so their whereabouts are unknown in official archives.

The time you stay in the personal room after each thriller game is not fixed. As long as you have rested, you will be arranged to start a new thriller game.

"Is it possible that among my first 17 fans, there is a big boss with more than 100 million talents? The big boss took a fancy to my interesting soul and 130-pound body, and made clear arrangements for me with a wave of his hand?"

Pure and rare.

Who has encountered this and not been frightened?

The teacher was left with a shadow in his heart and no longer dared to supervise naps alone.

Tossing the skull lantern?

Xu Yuan choked heavily.

A ghost who specializes in studying the differences between various civilizations, and occasionally talks about it.

The income data is based on statistics of the entire live broadcast, the popularity is not real-time popularity, and the coins cannot support black screen. Gifts can only be given to the thriller anchor who is live broadcasting.

Escape? Battle Royale? Decryption? Survival?

Being able to look forward to the next thrilling game to start early just because he is bored in his personal room is unprecedented, at least rare, for Xu Yuan.

"I don't know when the next thriller game will start."

Because he doesn't know what fear is at all.

During the Chinese New Year, no one visits or visits with relatives.

This thing obviously doesn't follow science. Xu Yuan, a good young man who has been educated in materialism for nine years, doesn't know how to mess with this thing.

After eating three fried dough sticks with soy milk, Xu Yuan burped comfortably, and then he felt empty and lonely from the bottom of his heart.

The two elders both left and never came back.

But the key lies in whether the player has had a good rest or not. It is up to the system to judge whether the players themselves decide.

It is a bottomless peace.

Nothing can be done.

But what can you do if you wave your hand for a thriller anchor?

Xu Yuan is not greedy, he just believes that his stomach will not be defeated by a mere fried dough stick.

What a waste of food, shameful!

Unexpectedly, as soon as Xu Yuan reached out to pick up the dough sticks, the thriller system started counting down.

Only fans, this is real-time data and will be updated every moment.

"Hey, you're here?"

Until three years ago, the two elders were invited to participate in a relic excavation project that had unearthed cultural relics with mythical overtones and unclear civilizational affiliations.

Xu Yuan did not do this intentionally, and he does not have severe social phobia, but it is difficult for him to avoid inadvertently causing fear to others.

Xu Yuan suddenly sat up straight because he received a prompt from the thriller system.

Think about taking a nap in a kindergarten. Suddenly there was a downpour, lightning, and thunder. All the other children were frightened and cried. Only an unlucky child named Xu Yuan looked up at the dark sky.

It's just as likely as the physical education teacher walking into the classroom and telling you that the math teacher is on leave and the next math class will be changed to physical education.

Not to mention friends.

Otherwise, you can practice target shooting and improve your firearms expertise.

What to do next?

He was no longer interested in messing with the pistol. He had already succeeded in disassembling and assembling it with his eyes closed. He also tried shooting in his personal room, but it didn't work. The system of the thriller game didn't allow it.

To be honest, Xu Yuan has never figured out since he was a child, how could these two elders get together?

Having spent so much time dealing with mummies and skeletons, I no longer believe in ghosts and gods.

Either Xu Yuan is self-effacing or he has no friends.

"I don't know how long I have to wait before eating another fried dough stick."

[Get thriller points: 10]

"But I haven't heard of any promotional activities to support newcomers on Thriller Live."

As for other relatives besides his parents, let's just say that Xu Yuan doesn't know what kind of grievances his parents have. Anyway, he has never seen any relatives since he was a child.

"I am ready."

As for the possibility of family and friends discovering that Xu Yuan has become a horror game player, they are trying to help as much as possible... From a strict perspective, this is not completely impossible.

He didn't do anything, he just took a nap, so how come his number of followers soared from double digits to four digits?

If there is no correct answer, how can you ensure that you get the wrong answer every time?

But anyway.

[Heat gain: 8]

Xu Yuan rubbed his hands, feeling a little expectant.

"Cough cough cough!"

The moment the lightning fell, his face lit up.

Xu Yuan's parents are both history professors.

Not to mention that they are incompatible, at least they can't fight each other. Anyway, it doesn't look like a combination whose brain waves can be adjusted to the same frequency band. But in Xu Yuan's memory, the two elders have always been a model couple.

, there was not even a quarrel.

It can be foreseen that the revenue from the live broadcast room of the next thriller game will be greatly increased.

[A new round of horror games is about to begin, players please be prepared and wait for transmission]

If you are not a good person by showing kindness without expecting anything in return, then it will be too difficult to be a good person.

[Coin income: 2]

The difference is that my father specializes in archeology, while my mother specializes in the less popular mythology and history.

It's not difficult to take it apart and put it back together, but it's troublesome if it doesn't work after putting it back together.

【3,2,1...】

"No, isn't this too sudden?"

Before he could take a bite of the fried dough stick in his hand, the gray mist that appeared out of thin air enveloped Xu Yuan tightly and teleported him to a copy of the thriller game.

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Chapter completed!