Soon, my teammates' mentality exploded and they started to scold them!

"Monkey, this stupid x, can you? Don't grab the position if you don't know how to do it!"

"Hague anchor Miao Renfeng?? How many of your fans are you? Are you live broadcasting? What's the room number? Is there a fan?"

"Monkey's 213!! Look how fat Xiang Yu on the other side is!"

When this guy saw that his teammates were scolding him, he immediately closed the dialog box, his eyes turned red, and he cursed: "Old guys, teammates are too trash! It's too much to eat, I really don't blame me! I can't carry it, I can't carry it!"

The live broadcast room suddenly felt booing.

"Shh~"

"Hurry up, we don't look at King of War, we just want to see you get a fifth-speed fan! Speed!"

"Yes, hurry up and fight the fan! My sports car is ready! As long as you dare to fight the fifth-speed fan, you will immediately have ten sports cars!"

The guy's face turned red: "What's the hurry? Tell you, I'm not lucky today. I started for six minutes and didn't have a few critical hits! The real girl is playing like a fake monkey."

Zhang Fan stretched his neck and looked at his live broadcast room. Unexpectedly, there were more than 10,000 views online.

Zhang Fan muttered: "It's so fake, zombie fans, this is it, so many people still see such trash technology?"

He was not very happy and looked at Zhang Fan with his head tilted, "Who are you talking about?"

Zhang Fan showed no mercy at all: "I really want to eat."

"Are you more awesome than you?"

"Come on here? You can change Guan Yu."

"What do you say if you can't do it?"

"Is that OK? You're not losing anything?"

He looked at Zhang Fan suspiciously for a while, then nodded, "Mist grass, I believe you once, but I have to turn off the live broadcast first. This live broadcast just now lost more than a thousand fans."

"Hehe." Zhang Fan grinned, took the phone from his hand, and asked, "Brother, haven't you asked what your name is yet?"

"Where are you in the lower Miao Renfeng?"

"What's the gap?" Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment and said speechlessly: "Brother, your name is a little bit of a thing."

Miao Renfeng was a little anxious when he heard this: "It's Miao Renfeng, it's wind, it's not a crack! Your ears are so bad? Do you believe it or not, I asked two hundred brothers to fuck you?"

"Okay, I care what gap you are looking at? Look at Ang!" Zhang Fan smiled and pulled off the topic, while starting the game again.

To be honest, Zhang Fan was obsessed with this game before and played it day and night for a while, but later he felt a little tired of it and played less.

But although I haven't played much, my technology is still there, and my technical awareness is really no worse than ordinary technical anchors.

So, after the game, I saw Zhang Fan riding a horse around the canyon, rushing around here, stealing two wild boars there, and then supporting him everywhere.

Although Guan Yu, the bird hero, has basically been destroyed now, the mechanism is at the t0 level after all, with quick support and strong team fighting ability.

Zhang Fan hadn't played much for more than a month, and he didn't have a hand. He rode the Red Rabbit Horse and killed a special kill in the canyon. He was super amazing in five minutes and directly defeated the opponent. In eight minutes, the economic gap between the two sides had exceeded 7,000, and then the opponent surrendered directly.

In a game, when it was mid-stage, Zhang Fan heard Miao Renfeng shouting about fog, grass, fog, grass, fog, grass, fog, grass, fog, grass, and grass, so excited that he almost drooled.

Men, especially for men who share common interests, it is actually very simple to bring feelings closer together. After a game, the two of them are already familiar with each other.

After one shot, Zhang Fan glanced at him squintly, "How is it? I, a former retired KPL player, can I still be able to pass the strength?"

Miao Renfeng nodded repeatedly, "Yes! Brother, you have no idea about your skills. How about it? Are you interested in coming to my studio?"

Zhang Fan was a little surprised: "Your studio? What's the matter?"

"Don't the studio understand? I have my own studio in Haibei. Brother, I think you are dressing up and looking for a job in the city along the coast of Yuezhou, right? Why don't you just come to my studio? I will protect you from now on and take you to have something delicious and spicy."

"It's delicious and spicy, haha, what kind of studio is it?"

"Well, it's just a training! Help the lost little sister become the king, and you can charge some benefits by the way. Maybe she can still keep you in a accommodation."

"It's nonsense, I'm not interested."

Zhang Fan immediately shook his head and refused.

If you use it as entertainment, it will be very pleasant, but if you use it as a job, it will be very sad!

Miao Renfeng didn't persuade him much, nodded and said, "Okay, you have to have this idea when you look back. Contact me at any time. My number is 189xxxxxx."

"Um."

"Okay, no more, I have to continue live broadcasting. I promised to be the king for a day and I can't go back on my word!"

Miao Renfeng said, and continued to turn on the camera and started live broadcasting.

Zhang Fan ran to the connection of the carriage and smoked a cigarette, then returned to his seat and continued to sleep.

When I woke up, it was already dark outside. When I looked at my phone, it was past 3:00 a.m.

I looked at Miao Renfeng next to me. This guy had already left the air. He was sleeping like a dead pig at this moment. His crooked head was leaning on Zhang Fan's shoulder, his shoes were taken off, and one foot was placed on the back of the seat in front. His socks and nose were measured to have not been changed for at least ten days. It was dark and had a strong smell of sour pickled vegetables. Fortunately, most of the passengers in the carriage were asleep at this moment, otherwise they would probably have been fumigated to death.

"If it weren't for seeing you calling so many times during the day, I would have to take off your socks and stuff them into your mouth!!"

Zhang Fan muttered, got up with his nose pinched, and walked out.

The carriage was very quiet, so quiet that you could hear the sound of snoring and the sound of the green-skinned train "thumping" driving.

Zhang Fan smoked a cigarette at the connection of the carriage and felt hungry. He took the bucket noodles from his luggage bag and planned to soak a bucket to make it convenient for him to deal with it.

But just as Zhang Fan was standing at the boiling water and preparing instant noodles, his eyes suddenly set and turned to look at the three young men at the connection of the carriage.

These three young people were carrying backpacks. It seemed that they all bought seatless tickets. They were both eighteen or nineteen years old, and at most in their early twenties. They had long hair and were wearing black and fat sweaters. While smoking, the three of them lowered their heads slightly, and their eyes were glittering in the carriage.

Zhang Fan's eyes were facing one of them, and the man immediately turned his head, lowered his head slightly, and did not look at Zhang Fan.

In his heart, Zhang Fan couldn't help but be more careful with these people.

In Zhang Fan's impression, these people seemed to have just gotten into the car, and looked like they looked scattered and didn't look like some good people.

The so-called appearance is born from the heart, and most thieves are thieves, and I have never seen a few thieves look handsome.

And these three young people looked like thieves and pickpockets.

Zhang Fan finished the noodles silently, then returned to his seat to continue sleeping, but this was all superficial. In fact, he was no longer sleepy at this moment, his eyes slightly opened a slit, his right hand clenched his phone, and he always paid attention to any movement outside.

Sure enough, about ten minutes later, the three young men could no longer hold back and started to take action.
Chapter completed!