Unable to comment, such words made Jiang Qiuqiu's fan circle tremble.
It was just an argument, but now it has risen to this height? !
A low-end fan of a low-end anchor? !
Who is this talking about
On the Qiuqiu fans side, everyone is still furiously waiting to erupt. In the afternoon of the same day, a new topic suddenly hit the hot searches in the Federation live broadcast circle.
#Federal People from all walks of life collectively cheer for Xiongxin! #
It's like a demonstration from a distance.
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As a student of the Federal Military Academy, Xiong Xin doesn't have that much free time.
He usually does a live broadcast during training, and occasionally does a special live broadcast on holidays. As a "diamond" on the public level of a military academy, Xiong Xin never relaxes.
So his reputation in Federation Live has always been very good.
Fans follow true masters, and most of Xiong Xin's fans are also positive people.
Except for that pinch, of course.
…
"I'm going crazy."
"The only person in this world who has the ability to drive me crazy is this Emily." Xiong Xin broke down, "Why did grandfather make such a marriage contract back then?"
"Don't you ask my opinion before making a decision? Look at what she is doing?"
"Oh boy, don't be so grumpy!"
"Don't be so irritable? It's a good game, fair and just, what does it mean for her to get involved?" Besides, is she qualified to get involved
"It's still not that Amy likes you and wants to vent your anger on you."
"...Grandma, what are you talking about? Venting your anger?" Xiong Xin almost laughed out of anger, "What's there to vent your anger on!"
"That anchor is already strong. Even if I really lose to her, it's still inferior to others. There's nothing to vent my anger on."
"Quickly ask her to withdraw all those strange pictures for me."
"No way!" A sharp female voice suddenly came from the communication side: "Brother Xiong Xin, is it because the female anchor is beautiful? So you are going to speak for her?"
"I'm helping you! I help my brother get the first place, and my brother is so fierce!"
"How did you go to my house?"
Depend on. Hearing this voice, Xiong Xin already started to feel sick, "Shut up, what about your brain? The only thing in your mind is good-looking?"
After speaking, Xiong Xin hung up the communication.
He logged on to Xingwang and took a look. After returning from training, things were already very bad. He thought he could restrain fans by posting a post.
I didn't expect that stupid Emily to say so many unpleasant things again.
There are also these weird retweets. Emily is the fiancée that the family has arranged for him, and the social circles of the two naturally overlap.
She likes to get things like this on weekdays, they are all family friends, whoever refuses her request, those elders are close to him, watching him grow up, naturally they are not stingy with a few compliments.
Not to mention that there are indeed many elites from all walks of life in the fan base.
Every year they would retweet it. In previous years, Xiong Xin only felt a little ashamed, but didn't think there was anything wrong.
This year…
He wanted to post something on his personal terminal to show that he didn't mean to protest, but after thinking about it, he found that no matter what he posted at this point in time, he seemed to have a sense of pity from above.
Therefore, Xiong Xin, who was tricked by his fiancee, was extremely anxious. He was afraid that public opinion and those strange fan pictures would put pressure on Jiang Qiuqiu, affect his performance, and make him invincible.
He obviously only wanted to compete in a fair and square manner, and then win or lose in a dignified way.
Although the possibility of failure is relatively small.
At this moment, he was so entangled that he didn't know that the photo-posting incident that he thought had ended unilaterally had actually just begun.
as well as-
In the end, it was not Jiang Qiuqiu who was crushed by a bunch of pictures, but himself.
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Jiang Qiuqiu's fan group and circle are full of low-end anchors and low-end fans swiping the screen.
[Low-end anchor, low-end fans? People from all walks of life celebrating?]
[Smile]
[hehe]
[If we don't go out to talk, we will pretend that we don't exist?]
With this notice, Merlin in the castle slapped the table and stood up.
"This Emily."
"Tucao me, complain about my favorite anchor!"
"Low-end fans, low-end streamers—"
"I think the anchor with her as a fan is the lowest end."