Tong Xin is an ordinary young social worker. He has just left college. He goes to bed later than a dog and wakes up earlier than a chicken. Like countless peers, his only entertainment throughout the day is the Internet.
What's even worse is that because he was too tired, he even changed into a digital Yang Wei (tongjiazi). He didn't even have the energy to play games. He basically just watched something. Regarding games, he mostly watched highlights or live activities. The anchor's live broadcast or something.
That is to say, it is easy to practice martial arts these days, otherwise he feels that he should have died suddenly.
"Let's see what kind of videos there are today." When he got home from get off work, Tong Xin threw himself on the sofa, took a look at the distance of the delivery rider, then opened the live broadcast platform and found that none of the anchors he was following were updated. I accidentally switched to the homepage.
"It's weird, why are all these stupid people working together? Are there any offline programs on the broken website? Forget it, go to the homepage and take a look..."
Tong Xin muttered, glanced at the homepage, and immediately saw the promotion on the big banner, with a slightly weird expression.
After all, he is also a young man of the new era. He visits major live broadcast platforms every day. He knows exactly what kind of anchors will be given for banner promotions, etc., but he has never heard of this anchor this time. .
Curiosity a little bit, I was about to click in, but my phone suddenly rang...
"Hello?"
"Take out, open the window." The voice on the phone was full of breath. Tong Xin was used to this situation. He opened the window of his rental house on the 18th floor. As a gust of hot wind blew into the house, he heard The muffled voice from downstairs rushed up——
"Okay!"
"Well, you're ready!" Tong Xin carried the message for thousands of miles, and the rider downstairs immediately picked up the package. With the help of "Sakyamuni Elephant Throwing Skill", the fast food box easily rushed up to the sixteenth floor, and then It started to slow down when it reached the seventeenth floor. The moment it reached the window on the eighteenth floor, the package began to fall just in time.
Tong Xin fished the package in with quick eyes and hands, checked the package and confirmed that it was ready for "forced delivery". He waved to the rider downstairs. The man smiled slightly, picked up the remaining package, and started running with Qinggong. opened.
Tong Xin returned to the living room and reached out to open the large banner live broadcast room. While unpacking the takeaway, he looked at the screen. As the loading was completed, the first thing that reached his ears was a blast of BGM.
"No, are you playing such loud BGM during live broadcast? Do you know how to do live broadcast?"
Tong Xin muttered unhappily, but before he finished speaking, the anchor's voice came into his ears——
"Oh, this Kamen Rider kung fu is not good. What is it called? This is called dead strength. If it were us Yanguo people, we should have a set of hair extensions at this time. Even those who practice the Golden Bell Mask will not know how to do it. You deserve to be beaten like this because of your thick skin!"
"What the hell? Kamen Rider commentary?" Tong Xin was stunned for a moment, looking at the Kamen Rider being beaten by a man in school uniform holding a wooden sword, and glanced sideways at the name of the live broadcast room——
"The host will take you on a tour of the Eastern Kingdom."
"It's a travel live broadcast! Are you watching Kamen Rider live in Dongguo? But hasn't Dongguo banned filming Kamen Rider?"
Tong Xin muttered, and a thought suddenly came to his mind. Thinking of the superpowers in the Mi Li family and the violent fighting nation in the past few months, could this thing be real?
Feeling that the phone looked a bit unsatisfying, he walked into the house with his lunch box, turned on the computer, and used the settings to change the transparency of the barrage. He listened to the anchor's explanation and watched the audience's attitude -
[Anchor, do you understand? We at the Golden Bell just have to resist! Women are the ones hiding away! 】
[Isn’t the anchor just a good talker? You can do it? 】
[What kind of weird story is this weirdo? It feels pretty cool! 】
[The mass-produced machine has been in use for so long, why hasn’t the main rider come yet? 】
[Will there be a script arranged for this live broadcast? It will be the first to be promoted on the entire network. How much did you spend? 】
Although everyone is a model of a melon-eating audience, the anchor on the screen still behaves very calmly. Around him, you can see a large circle of Dongguo spectators watching the battle. Tong Xin can't help but sigh that the Dongguo people are so unafraid. Why is the population still so large?
It was at this time that the mass-produced Kamen Rider, who was covered in bruises and bruises, finally couldn't hold on any longer. With a cassock slash from Kaitan in school uniform, the entire armor completely exploded.
A young man who looked to be at most twenty years old was thrown from the explosion. After rolling on the ground seven or eight times, he put on a standard painful pose.
[Here it comes, the classic open mouth and close eyes! 】
[Where is the main rider? Why hasn’t the main rider arrived yet? 】
【The end of Kamen Rider is here! 】
Although the barrage still looked like watching a show, Tong Xin noticed that the number of barrage had begun to decrease.
There is no doubt that some people with a certain level of discernment like him have seen that the Kamen Rider who was thrown away was probably not an actor.
The injuries on his body were real.
In reality, there are not so many just-right rescues. If...
"Let me just say it. If you try your best to fight with monsters, you are courting death..."
The anchor's sarcastic tone came out from the speakers, and Tong Xin frowned slightly. At the same time, many barrages began to denounce the anchor's behavior of only selling words.
As a strong keyboard player, Tong Xin immediately tapped the keyboard and said:
【proceed if you can! 】
There was an endless stream of similar barrages, but the anchor only talked nonsense and did not take action. Seeing this, Tong Xin wished he could teleport to Dongguo immediately and pin down the school uniform ghost talk who seemed to have poor sword skills to the ground.
At the same time, he couldn't help but have an idea -
"The fighting power of the Kamen Rider of East Kingdom is so low. If I go to East Kingdom, won't I be able to become a superhero?"
There are definitely not a few people who think so at this time. After all, with the popularity of martial arts in the Yan Kingdom, the job positions have not changed much. Even if many people have martial arts skills, they can only continue to work hard and carry sacks, because anyone on the street can They can fight better than you.
However, the current situation in Dongguo at this time made them realize——
It seems that foreign countries are not as capable as us, right? !
…
In the East Kingdom, Feng Xue used a teasing tone to stir up the emotions of the audience while staring at the school uniform ghost talker. When the opponent had already raised his wooden sword and was about to kill, he finally took a step, and the hermit's power was also fine-tuned. At a moment, a young man with a height of 1.85 meters, wearing casual clothes and carrying a guitar behind his back, entered the camera. He took one step forward and came to the raised wooden knife. He held the wooden knife easily with two fingers. Immediately, a voice, although not too loud, appeared clearly in the ears of everyone present, but it also sounded simultaneously——
"You have to spare others and spare them, don't kill them all like this!"
(End of chapter)
