C60 Who Sang Cool for
"PVPing, now!"
A few large words popped up on the screen, and then a progress bar appeared below. Both sides were now "0," and the 10-minute countdown began.
"9: 59"
"9: 58."
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"Hello, little sister Wen Jing." Zixin waved to Xie Wenjing and Xie Wenjing's account was called "cute Wen Jing."
"Hello." Xie Wenjing did not take it to heart as she said this. She did not have the time to talk nonsense with Zixin and in her heart, she wanted the 100,000 yuan prize money.
Xie Wenjing's brain was still very clear. The other party had been broadcasting for so long. The plot was definitely deeper than hers and she had only been broadcasting for a few hours. If she followed her rhythm, she would definitely lose. If she wanted to win... The only chance of winning was to stick to his style.
"Brothers, if you have any requests, feel free to ask. As long as your brother's reward is in place, Wen Jing will definitely satisfy your brother. If the brothers in the live broadcast room think that Wen Jing can still do it, they can also jump ship over."
In Zixin's live broadcast room, there were people who started to scold Xie Wenjing, saying that she was too arrogant and did not have any manners at all.
Zixin was not angry at all and instead said some words to wash Xie Wenjing's face. She had been live broadcasting for such a long time. How could she not know what kind of live streamers people liked? Outstanding, beautiful, polite, and kind live streamers were the most liked by people. They were as aggressive as Xie Wenjing. She snatched fans the moment she opened her mouth and even wanted to rely on live broadcasts to eat. Maybe in the next life.
Sure enough, Zixin's progress bar started to increase. However, some of the people in her live broadcast room also ran to Xie Wenjing's live broadcast room. Most of them went to scold her.
Xie Wenjing's eyes stared intently at the public screen, and automatically blocked those cursing bullet comments. She only paid attention to the bullet comments that were useful to her.
"Dongfang Hong: Take a bucket of water and pour it on your body from the head. A [Money Gun] (equivalent to 300 yuan)"
"The person you are worried about is me. Finish a bottle of Coke in one go. Remember to shake it a few times. A [Magic Book]. (equivalent to 99 yuan) "
"Wang Sicong is my son: Put two pens in your nostrils for 30 seconds and don't drop them. One [High Energy Alert] (equivalent to 88 yuan) "
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"Okay, Big Brother Dongfang Hong, I'll do it now. Remember to give a tip. If the other brothers are happy, they can also give a tip to Wen Jing. Wen Jing thanks the brothers."
After Xie Wenjing said that, she immediately took a bucket of water and went to the camera of the phone. "Brothers, Wen Jing is going to pour water. When you see the happy big brother, remember to give a tip."
Xie Wenjing stood with her arms wrapped around her chest and her eyes tightly closed. The two roommates raised the bucket and ice-cold water poured down from Xie Wenjing's head.
What a penetrating coldness!
Xie Wenjing's entire body was drenched and the makeup on her face was even more extravagant. Half of her sleeves were tightly pressed against her body and the color and outline of her bra were faintly discernible.
The bullet comments were filled with excitement, and a wave of 666 flashed by. Other than the person who requested a Banknote Gun, other people also began to farm.
Many gifts that cost a few yuan, such as the collar, bikini, and Upper-Sign, were farmed. Among them were the Ferrari and High-Energy Warning.
On the progress bar, Xie Wenjing's side had already reached 14,000, while Zixin's side only had 500.
Xie Wenjing saw that her progress bar was so much higher than Zixin's and was very happy in her heart.
But even though Zixin was so much worse, she did not seem to mind at all. Previously she was still dancing and after seeing Xie Wenjing fighting so hard, she seemed to have become Xie Wenjing's fan.
"Younger sister Wen Jing is really too fierce. I have never seen such a hardworking streamer. I also want to follow her live broadcast room and learn from her." Zixin used her phone to display that she had indeed paid attention to Xie Wenjing's number and did not say anything. Supporting her head, she quietly looked at Xie Wenjing, looking like a "Buddhist" live streamer.
Hmph, don't think that I don't know that you are giving me the Ecstasy Soup. I will not believe you. That 100,000 yuan prize money belongs to me, Xie Wenjing. No one can take it away from me.
"The one I'm worried about is my brother. I'll drink Coke now. Remember to tip me." After Xie Wenjing said that, she took a bottle of 500ml Coca-Cola that her roommate bought. As per the request, she shook it vigorously and opened it with a smile. She swallowed the bottle in one gulp.
The carbon dioxide in the Coke bottle quickly came out and quickly expanded. The Coke almost rushed into Xie Wenjing's throat, making her throat itch. A part of it even rushed into the trachea. It was quite uncomfortable.
Xie Wenjing wanted to vomit, but when she thought of the 100,000 yuan prize money, Xie Wenjing closed her eyes tightly and did not let the Coke come out.
She swallowed the Coke bit by bit. The brown Coke slipped out of her mouth and fell on her chest.
Xie Wenjing really finished 500 ml of Coke in one breath. When she spoke, she let out a long burp. The pungent smell almost made her cry.
Xie Wenjing did not feel that she was humiliating herself at all. Her mind only had money. As long as she could get money, Xie Wenjing was willing to do anything.
Next, Xie Wenjing satisfied all kinds of weird requests that other people made.
She gave herself a heavy slap.
She ate a piece of toilet paper.
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Xie Wenjing did as they asked.
The rewards were not vague and did not stop. The progress bar on Xie Wenjing's side had already compressed Zixin's progress bar to almost nothing. Xie Wenjing already had 27,000 while Zixin only had 2000. There were only two minutes left. It seemed that Xie Wenjing had already steadily won the roll.
At this time, Zixin, who had been quietly watching Xie Wenjing's death-seeking performance, softly muttered, "It has only just begun."
"Brothers, I will give everyone a song, Cool. If there is a gift, you can give it to the baby." After Zixin finished speaking, she turned on the accompaniment of Cool. Her voice was especially loud, as if she had started a war song.
"The night is getting cold.
When the flowers fell to the ground, they turned into frost.
Look at it from afar.
Exhausting all the Twilight.
Don't think about yourself and forget yourself.
... "
Zixin's voice was quite pleasant to the ears. This was also one of her specialty when it came to live broadcasts.
The other side must have been driven crazy by me. Now, they are at such a huge disadvantage. You sing such a sad song and you still want them to give you gifts? What everyone needs is liveliness. It's a big movement. To think that you're still a live streamer with 20,000 fans. Shame on you!
"Brothers, give us all your presents. We will win in two minutes." Xie Wenjing carried a basin full of water. "The water is here!"
The basin of water was poured down.
Zixin was not affected at all. She was still singing leisurely and even jumped up. Her dress fluctuated like an otherworldly fairy.
"Yaoyao's peach blossoms are cool.
How could you give up in your previous life?
The heart of the sea was boundless.
And pretend that it doesn't hurt or hurt, and that it doesn't affect you at all!
It's all an illusion..."
At this moment, he even changed the man's voice. It was so real that it was as if the man really sang it, stunning the entire live broadcast room.
Zixin, who was singing, had her sharp eyes on the phone screen. She was waiting for something.
She had some skills, but it was a little too late for her to exert her strength now. I'm falling!
Xie Wenjing poured another basin of water on her body.
But at this time, in Zixin's live broadcast room, there were more gifts like bamboo shoots after the rain.
"Fanged Little Zhang, give out [Banknote Gun] x10"
"Guardian, Sweetie, give me the [Tiger Tooth No.1] x10"
"The Celestial Wolf Emperor Star sends out the [Magic Book]. ×15”
......
Other than these few big shots, there were even more people who gave out [Blood Bottle], [trophy], and [hotpot]. Furthermore, there were ten of them.
Xie Wenjing could only watch Zixin's progress rapidly increase. She caught up to her and 'invaded' her.
"Brother's gift is almost up. We have lost now. Whatever you want to see, you can tell me. You guys go and farm your presents first. When the PK is over, I promise I'll pay you back. Everyone, hurry up and give me your presents - - "Xie Wenjing's mind exploded as she screamed in pain in the live broadcast room. F * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck! She was so anxious that she stomped her feet.
On the bullet screen in the live broadcast room, the group of people who had just sent a wave of gifts spoke.
"Little Zhang Fangfang: You're such a loser, yet you still want to compete with our Zixin. You don't know your own limitations!"
"Guard, sweetheart: With our 'Zixin's Guardian Team' around, you are the only one who has been broadcasting for a few hours. You want to beat Zixin? Dream on!"
"Heavenly Wolf Emperor Star: Zixin's Guardian Squad is invincible. We will rely on our unity to give Zixin the throne of the Fanged First Sister!"
"Zixin's first blow: Everyone come and shout our slogan. Get ready, get up!"
The bullet comments were instantly unified.
"Zixin will eventually become the Queen of the Internet!"
"Zixin will become the Queen of the Internet!"
"Zixin will eventually become the queen of the net!"
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Zixin, who was singing Cool, saw the slogan on the screen and felt extremely comfortable.
This was the conclusion she had come up with after broadcasting for so long. First, she told her fans not to move. First, she wanted to see how strong the other party was. If she could not beat the other party, Zixin would let her fans keep the gifts and wait until the next time she could win a "PK," then she would farm again. This way, her profits would be maximized.
When she saw that the gift Xie Wenjing risked her life to get was no match for her, she immediately sent a signal to her fans.
She would farm the gifts and take back the 100,000 yuan prize money!
Seeing Xie Wenjing jumping up and down again and shouting, Zixin was extremely happy in her heart and sang Cool even more passionately.
Even a small live streamer like you also want to snatch my prize money. Wash up and sleep. This Cool is a gift for you.
It was already the last 30 seconds and at this time, Zixin's progress bar was three times of Xie Wenjing's. The people who gave them gifts gradually calmed down and the outcome was already decided. It did not matter whether they brushed it or not.
"The cool night makes your longing into a river.
Turn into spring mud and protect me.
The light years brush across my lover's sleeve.
Pieces of beautiful fragrance flowed into the water."
Zixin's singing was still melodious and Xie Wenjing was about to cry at this moment. She had almost tormented herself to the point that she did not look like a human anymore, which was why she got such a small tip. She only moved her lips and easily turned the situation around! The 100,000 yuan was about to be in his hands, and he had been complacent just now. He did not expect that it was all in his calculations!
Listening to this song, Cool, Xie Wenjing felt that it was very ironic. It was actually used to mock her...
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Zixin was singing in a melodious voice. Her fans had already started to celebrate.
Xie Wenjing stood there like a fallen chicken. Her entire body was drenched and her hands were tightly clenched. Her white teeth were biting her lips and she looked like she was unwilling to accept it. But what could she do?
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Xie Wenjing closed her eyes tightly in pain. A line of transparent tears rolled down her face.
At this moment, there was movement on the live broadcast screen again.
"Qing Chen sent out the Super Space-Time Warship x10" (Super Space-Time Warship) 5000 canine coins, equivalent to 5000 yuan)
A row of Super Space-Time Warships flashed across the screen and Xie Wenjing's progress bar was almost the same as Zixin's.
"Qing Chen sent out the Super Space-Time Warship x10."
Qing Chen made his move again and after sending another 10, Xie Wenjing's progress bar had clearly surpassed Zixin's.
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"PK Time" is over.
