I’m Picking Up Pieces in PUBG

"Come here, let's rush to 400 million votes for Jane's proud votes, and see if they can catch up."

Jiang Siming was chatting and laughing, as if he could control the number of votes at will.

But let alone, when Jiang Siming spoke, millions of fans in the live broadcast room began to vote for Jane proudly.

One vote for you, one vote for me, the puppy will debut tomorrow.

In less than ten minutes, Jane's proud votes broke the 400 million mark.

"Stop, stop, don't overdo it too much, let's take it slowly, and save those who have tickets."

Jiang Siming called to stop, and Jane's number of votes really fell. Although it was still rising, the speed was already full.

Jiang Siming smiled with satisfaction, and then began to play games live.

On the other side, Wang Bo’s fans in the meal circle are all in a hurry.

Seeing that the Weibo night was about to end, the tickets they had finally swiped up were pulled apart.

As far as Wang Bo's votes are now, they have spent almost 10 million in pieces together.

"Jiang Siming is really a nosy dog!"

A Super Talk manager scolded fiercely.

"That is, if you are first, you can't let others grab the second?"

"Who does he think he is? It's okay. Let's continue to do it! My daddy gave 30,000 yuan in pocket money the other day, and I contributed all of it."

"We must let my family Bobo take the second place, and I will donate 3,000 yuan for the new year's money."

"It seems that the money is far from enough."

"It's okay. We have top ten super fans. They are all Wang Bo's richest fans. Mom and Dad are very super rich. Let's find them."

"Yes, yes, ask Tina and others for help! **This group of gaming dogs!"

...

Jiang Siming played two games and cut the screen at random, suddenly a little surprised.

Wow, Wang Bo is back to second place again, with 430 million votes, which is more than 30 million Jian proud.

"It's really rich, it's okay, go on, there are still tickets, come out to work, get up."

Jiang Siming greeted, and Jane's proud votes skyrocketed again, rushing upward.

Overtake Wang Bo again to 500 million!

"Stop! Don't do it for now, let's wait for them." Jiang Siming grinned.

The audience was so happy that the guy Myojin was too bad.

If you directly surpass the other party by a lot, people may not brush it.

But every time they surpassed that a little bit, they were itchy, and wanted to surpass so much that they had to spend money.

Jiang Siming enters the game again.

But Wang Bo's meal circle is already a bit weak.

"Just now Sister Tina said she couldn't do it. She overdrawn the credit card her dad had used for her. She swiped more than three million yuan. Her dad found that she had stopped using it.

"Sister Yaya has spent all her New Year's Eve and pocket money all these years. She invested a total of more than one million yuan, and now she has no money."

"Sisters of the top ten gold masters seem to have three left."

"Forget it, let Bobo take the third place. Anyway, it is the third place."

"Well, the Super Talkers also mean that. For this battle, many sisters were scolded by their parents, and some were beaten."

"For Bobo's ranking, it's nothing to be beaten up. Wait, I'll steal my mother's bank card!"

"Giry is really ‘men’! I take it, I’ll call your sister in the future!"

"...It's been over an hour, where's sister Giry?"

"I'm Giry's neighbor, I heard Giry crying at home and her parents beating her..."

"It's over, Giry is cold too."

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In the end, Wang Bofan had to give up the race for second place and chose to occupy third place.

After all, they are still children, and it is hard to imagine that there are so many rich people.

Jiang Siming played the game for two hours and found that Wang Bo's vote was still third, and he had hardly changed the number of votes.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Siming is a little confused, is it possible that he is brewing a big move?

At this time, a fan replied: "I sneaked into Wang Bo's super chat group. They said they couldn't compete for second place, but for third place."

"Oh? Really? Brothers, let's grab the third one, come and come, and vote for my son Awei."

Jiang Siming laughed very much. The audience laughed and applauded. Myojin, you are such a genius!

Well, before long, Great God's votes also surpassed Wang Bo, and came to third place, surpassing Wang Bo by just over 10 million. It seems that the gap is not big.

But for Wang Bo fans, it's like a bolt from the blue.

Just brushing Wang Bo's 400 million, they almost invited all the support that other fans could invite.

But now the second can't be kept, even if the third is robbed.

This makes them lose face, no matter what, they must brush their teeth back to third!

The fan circle made another effort here and rushed to third place, surpassing the great gods by more than 30 million!

This also makes them almost exhausted.

After tonight, many wealthy children born after 00 or 10 are so poor that the money to buy a hot dog is almost gone...

What makes them happy is that after surpassing the great god, Jiang Siming's side, there is no more movement, as if there is no strength to fight.

Indeed, after all, everyone only has ten tickets a day, and Jiang Siming's audience is almost completely wiped out.

The children cheered, thinking they were going to win.

But after Jiang Siming played the last game, he found that the time had come to 00:02. Whoops, is a new day here?

"My friends, your tickets seem to be refreshed."

Hahahahaha, what else are you talking about? Brushing is done!

The water friends laughed and started a new round of ticketing. Wang Bo's third place was swept down within a minute.

Jiang Siming is still bad, and the fourth place is not given to him. After the Great God is finished, everyone is allowed to brush Xu Xu. After brushing Xu Xu, theshy and the director are also used.

Wang Bo's ranking fell out of the top ten in one day, and the shadows were out of sight.

That night, the people in the restaurant circle were silent, and the atmosphere was once very embarrassing.

In the end, angry, they could only rush to Jiang Siming's live broadcast room and yell at them. Unfortunately, their weak combat power is not proportional to Jiang Siming's tens of millions of troops.

The Myojin fans drowned in a sea of ​​saliva and disappeared.

Some children even get sprayed and cry, think about it, they are such a young age, can the people who are sprayed be comparable to the grown-ups?

Go dreaming.

Jiang Siming didn't care at all about this battle of saliva. He sang a song leisurely, and then said goodbye to the audience.

By the way, I told my fans that if I haven't been online these days, if I see those Xiaobailian votes like Wang Bo rushing up, just let him go!

Fans are very loyal and say no problem, promise to do them!

Later, until the night of Weibo was completely over, there was no more little white face or so-called traffic star on the annual list of people.

In fact, the current traffic stars, to put it bluntly, are deceiving those ignorant children.

As long as the mature adults, who will pay attention to them.

If you make a fortune with children, you have to do it thanks to them.

Brown, tui!

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