Shifting focus from the chat column in the live-streaming room, one could see Guan Shing deeply engrossed in singing.
By her deanor, it seed she didn't take those insulting her seriously at all, but Xu Fan knew, this foolish girl was rely putting on a brave face.
Perhaps she didn't want to disappoint, didn't want to be seen as a girl who was good for nothing, right now she was stubbornly fighting against the entire audience in Yi Ge's live-streaming room alone.
"Foolish girl..."
Xu Fan shook his head, torn between laughter and tears. Did she really think that by ignoring these people, they would just leave her alone?
Such annoying people weren't so easy to get rid of...
"LV60 user Qianfan Guo gifts the host rocket*1!"
"LV60 user Qianfan Guo gifts the host rocket*1!"
"LV60 user Qianfan Guo gifts the host rocket*1!"
...
Xu Fan continuously clicked, sending a total of sixty-six rockets to Guan Shing before he stopped.
Yi Ge had brought tens of thousands of people, and Xu Fan wasn't naive enough to think he could talk them away with re words.
He didn't have a thod to talk them down, but fortunately, Xu Fan had a way to make them shut up.
On Douyu Platform, a rocket would usually keep the chat filled with "666" for several minutes. Now, with the sixty-six rockets Xu Fan sent, he believed the barrage of "666" would be enough to drown out Yi Ge's obnoxious supporters.
Just as Xu Fan had expected, the mont the sixty-six rockets were sent, the chat room, previously filled with swear words, was instantly overwheld with "666."
After all, clicking "6" ca with a chance to win a lottery. It was an opportunity no one would miss.
"Holy shit! Where did this tycoon co from?"
"Damn, does he think money is paper?"
Yi Ge's followers, who had been leading the offensive, saw their curses get drowned out by the flood of ssages and their faces turned dark.
Their target not yet reached, a tycoon suddenly appeared to save the day. Yi Ge's troops, known for slandering wherever they went, how could they accept this?
"Guys, don't panic! So what if he's a tycoon? Can he compete with the fighting power of hundreds of thousands of Yi's troops?!"
"Exactly! Tycoons are also human! Let's continue once the "666" dies down!"
"Yi Ge, this chick is pretty hot, we should secure so benefits for the brothers later!"
Inside Yi Ge's stream, a group of fans were gearing up, just waiting for the "666" to finish to continue their assault.
"Brothers! The rockets are done! Let's continue!"
"Let's go! For the sake of harassing the entire Douyu Platform, begin!"
They waited nearly half an hour, eyes almost popping out, and as soon as the "666" ended, the entire Yi Ge streaming room's audience boiled over again!
In their eyes, ruining Xu Fan, this tycoon, was more significant than making Guan Shing strip.
"LV60 user Qianfan Guo gifts the host rocket*1!"
"LV60 user Qianfan Guo gifts the host rocket*1!"
"LV60 user Qianfan Guo gifts the host rocket*1!"
"LV60 user Qianfan Guo gifts the host rocket*1!"
...
Racking their brains, figuring out how to insult this new beautiful host, they finally put together the content after struggling, but then they saw Guan Shing's public chat, Yi Ge's troops were completely dumbfounded...
This totally ruins it!
Damn, does this tycoon's family print money or what?
How can this be so bullying! After sending sixty-six rockets, he freaking sends another sixty-six. Is there still a chance to play?
"Damn, this is really frustrating..."
"It's over, it's over, Yi's army is gonna die in battle today..."
No matter how vulgar or shaful the bullet comnts you send, once you hit enter, they'll instantly get drowned out by '666's, making them equivalent to wasted effort. Fans in Brother Yi's live-streaming room could only grudgingly curse and dutifully delete their chat ssages.
A whole one hundred and thirty-two rockets, amounting to over a hundred thousand Huaxia Coins, were spent by Xu Fan in one go, without even pausing for breath.
He wasn't one to feel the pain when spending money; if these guys wanted to continue playing with him, he wouldn't mind splurging all day.
In the monts before the '666's had finished flooding, Xu Fan logged out from Douyu Platform and sent a WeChat ssage to Guan Shing.
"In a bit, don't say anything, let handle it."
"Okay, I got it, thanks for the rockets."
"Silly you, what's there to thank between us?"
"You said it, for gifts, one must give thanks."
When she saw the WeChat ssage from Xu Fan, warmth surged in Guan Shing's heart. From the first barrage of rockets, she had guessed that Xu Fan would be the one to step up.
If Xu Fan hadn't shown up, she really might have not been able to withstand it any longer.
She wasn't a machine, incapable of ignoring all the abusive and foul language; she always ended up seeing so of it.
Being insulted like that and presented with those powerless demands, her mood couldn't be anything BUT terrible.
She had originally planned to log off after finishing the song, but Xu Fan's intervention made Guan Shing realize that running away wasn't the solution.
It was just a temporary retreat; if she wanted to continue down this path, she would et these kinds of people again in the future. Would she run away again then?
Guan Shing smiled, deciding to let him take over from there...
"Brother Qianfan, I can't handle it anymore, I'm going to chase after you!"
Even though she had already experienced Xu Fan's gifting style before, Miaomiao was still startled to see over a hundred rockets floating through Guan Shing's room this ti.
At the mont, joking in tone, she started teasing Xu Fan.
"But it looks like, your thod seems pretty effective."
You could see that Guan Shing's live-streaming room was purified to the utmost harmony under Xu Fan's rocket bombardnt, to the point where you couldn't catch any of Yi's fans' harassnt.
Still, Miaomiao thought, such a straightforward and brutal approach was sothing that only soone like Xu Fan could pull off, right?
After all, over a hundred rockets, those were real money...
While eating snacks and chatting with Miaomiao, about half an hour passed before the 666 spam finally ended.
Xu Fan, holding his phone, tapped on the screen, sending out three words.
Although there were still so people comnting, after a barrage of over a hundred rockets, Xu Fan, whose level had surpassed a hundred, said sothing that could not be ignored by anyone.
"Is this fun?"
Just three simple words, but in the eyes of Yi's fans, it was more humiliating than a slap to the face.
What does it matter if there are hundreds of thousands of fans and hundreds of thousands of voices?
In the end, they are still thoroughly played by others.
In the past, with a shaless attitude and internet thuggery, causing trouble everywhere under the leadership of Yi, a rotten apple, they were unstoppable.
But today, Xu Fan's slap had them obediently bowing their heads.
Still, there were disgruntled voices in the live-stream room, but compared to the previous torrent, it had diminished imnsely.
Their words were weak and laughable.
Xu Fan chuckled lightly, then ssaged: "Do you want to continue?"
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