Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

Professional players do have a monthly live broadcast time requirement.

But who is Jiangbeiyu?

The club is invested by the Jiang family behind him, and he is the core of the team. He is not live broadcast for one hour a month and no one can care about him.

As for what no one is with, it is even more nonsense.

Who doesn't know that Jiangbeiyu's most annoying and unskilled teammate never brings a girl?

Ok.

Su Tang, who had just entered this world, didn't know.

The little girl tilted her head and listened, feeling that what the reincarnation said was quite reasonable.

She nodded, "Cheng Ba!"

Jiang Beiyu bends his thin red lips silently, and walks towards the training room with Su Tang.

Jiangbeiyu opened the computer next to him for Su Tang. After the computer was turned on, he opened the game and logged in to his trumpet.

He turned his eyes slightly and explained quietly.

"You don't have an account, use my trumpet first."

Su Tang said obediently.

Seeing the little girl nodding her head obediently, Jiangbeiyu couldn't help but squeeze her small face with her hands, and then withdrew her hand casually in the little girl's angry eyes.

"You should familiarize yourself with the key operation first, and I will open the live broadcast."

Su Tang has no objection.

Jiangbeiyu is a man called "God" in the gaming circle. Even if the live broadcast is not live for ten and a half months, the popularity still rushes to the front instantly.

Fans frantically brushed the barrage.

"Fucking, what day is it today that the **** of the island actually started a live broadcast?"

"Ma Ye...Island God, you still remember to broadcast this thing..."

"Island God, look here! I love you!!!"

Jiangbeiyu's sight fell on the densely brushed barrage, lazily pulling the corners of his lips and turning on the microphone.

"Bring a kid today."

Jiangbeiyu has always been self-willed, and seldom broadcasts live broadcasts. It is simply to play a game screen, and then close the live broadcast after playing, without showing up and making no sound.

Unexpectedly, today not only opened the live broadcast, but also turned on the microphone!

Fans suddenly fried the pot and called it "New Year".

"Ah ah, brother, are you talking? Brother, you can actually talk!"

"Fuck hahahaha xswl, what is the **** of the island, can still talk..."

"Is it Chinese New Year today? It's live broadcast and wheat is open again! What are you happy about Yu God! Tell me and share with you..."

"Wait, am I the only one who noticed that the **** of islands said to bring a kid?"

"Yes, yes, how come a kid suddenly appeared? Is it a relative of the God of Yu?"

Jiangbeiyu is in a good mood. He has always been too lazy to interact with fans, picking up a few questions on the barrage to reply.

"What does it mean that I can talk? Does my handsome face look like a dumb?"

"Well, there is a good thing."

"Children are children, not relatives."

He paused for a second and raised his eyelids lazily, his voice lazy but expressive of maintenance.

"It's the first time for the kid to play a side game, don't spray her, it will scare me away."

Barrage:

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my husband speaks too su!

"Ouuuuh what the husband said, never spray!"

"I'm sour, I'm sour, I'm sour, I'm sour, I'm sour!"

"What kind of kid is this, who can let the God of Yu to maintain such a maintenance, and not let the barrage spray..."

The barrage was suddenly filled with all kinds of wailing and confession.

Jiangbeiyu didn't bother to look at it any more, and turned to look at Su Tang, who was seriously testing his gun at the training ground next to him.

"Children, are you ready?"

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