[Using that mini-program well, now nobody needs to connect!]
[The person above is right, I just did a rough count and there were five or six waves of fans from other streamers. If we had opened up the co-streaming feature tonight, we’d have been so busy~~~]
Many netizens were still rational and understood Uncle She’s use of the mini-program to block others.
But there were also many extreme netizens who were indignant.
[This Uncle She is really full of himself, right? To co-stream with you is to show you respect, yet he sets up blocks? Tsk~~~~]
[Exactly, now putting on airs as if he’s some big-shot!]
[Drawing on bottles? It’s just attention-seeking gimmicks. Our Qiqi has won big awards in landscape painting; is this looking down on us?]
[To be honest, isn’t this impolite? Co-streaming among hosts is for bonding and interaction. What, is this to guard against wolves?]
As the live broadcast entered its last ten minutes, such comments did not decrease but instead seemed to increase.
At this point, the old fans sensed something was wrong.
[What’s going on, why can’t we suppress this wave?]
[Yeah, it’s so weird, why can’t so many of us prevail over them?]
[Looks like they’re a paid army, just repeating the same few phrases over and over, someone’s got envy!]
Shen Yan, who was always watching the data, could no longer contain her fiery temper.
"Hey! Can’t these people speak properly? So what if we block, so what if we don’t co-stream! They even dare to hire a bot army!"]
This frustration was beyond containment!
In a fit of anger, Shen Yan typed a long message and sent it to Tang Shu’s WeChat.
The person intending to clean their desk looked at the message and their eyes suddenly turned cold.
"Someone wants to co-stream?"
Creating such a fuss for that?
Their cool voice, altered by the voice changer, reached the ears of the netizens, causing many to shiver on the spot.
[Crap, why am I suddenly feeling a chill down my spine?]
[Suddenly felt a burst of cold air, now I suspect my landlord has maliciously turned off the heating——]
[It’s over, it looks like Uncle She saw the comments and got mad!]
[These trolls are too brazen, Uncle She finally can’t hold back anymore!]
[Although I am also very angry, but! My excited little heart is suddenly beating so fast, Uncle She is going to roast someone again!!!]
[emmmmm, I’m also reminded of the last time we co-streamed, Uncle She just needed a few words to choke the other person.]]
[hhhhhh~~ Looks like Uncle She is in the terminal stages of "straight man cancer," he doesn’t mince words at all.]
The old fans got excited again, trembling as they began to type comments, and some even started sending gifts.
Airplanes, warships, fireworks flying all over the sky.
And after hearing Uncle She’s words, fans of other streamers also started to leave messages in bulk.
[Co-stream! Co-stream!]
[How can a live broadcast not be interactive? That’s not a good habit, host. Our Rui Rui is really likeable.]
[Our Beibei loves to eat hot pot and is even more likeable!]
Tang Shu nodded, "Co-streaming is fine, I’ve finished the work in my hand, but I’ll log off at eleven o’clock."
This was her rule; if it was any later, would she ever get to sleep?
She did not look at the comments anymore, her slender fingers hovered over the mouse and she closed the mini-program interface.
The sound of co-streaming connected almost instantly in the next second.