PUBG Online Romance Of The Century

Chapter 18: Who this sacred female anchor is

Edited by Divetus and Noks

The three of them played consecutive matches until 11:00 p.m. Lu Xiuhe was the first to ask, "Xiao Yan, you're still not done livestreaming ah?"

Only then did Yu Yan discover that it was already time to end his livestream.

"...How about we stream one more match?"

"Okay ah, then keep going."

Yi Chen glanced at his watch and unexpectedly raised his eyebrows.

As expected, time really flies by while playing games. He had an overseas video conference in half an hour.

"You guys play, I still have some business. Going to leave first."

Yu Yan paused his action of clicking on the match button and hurriedly replied, "Okay."

When he finished saying that, he seemed to have thought of something and quickly opened the livestream app on his phone.

yanxyan: You've sent enough meteor showers from before. If you want to play, please send me a private message at any time, and I'll let you jump the queue!

yanxyan: Don't smash presents anymore.

Yi Chen paused his action of sending gifts for only two seconds upon reading the message, before just going ahead and pressing the "give" button.

The livestream received another meteor shower.

Yu Yan: "..."

[Boss is so generous!]

[Boss is using his own strength to support the whole stream by himself]

[Is this a nurturing boss? Every time I come here, he puts in 2000. Boss, can you keep it up?]

1: It's fine. Logging off, you play slowly.

Yu Yan was still in a dumbfounded state. He only saw that the other party's ID had instantly turned grey and he had immediately gone offline.

Lu Xiuhe asked, "Is Boss there? Are you lacking people hanging off your leg? Like the kind that just graduated from undergrad."

As soon as Lu Xiuhe's voice fell, Yi Chen's game avatar also went offline.

"Fuck me, 1 is truly a noveau riche. Smashing meteor showers every time he comes in. If he continues to do this a few more times, wouldn't we suddenly become rich?" Lu Xiuhe said, "Xiao Yan, come on ba, let's continue."

Yu Yan snapped out of it and said, "Forget it, let's stop streaming here for today ba. We'll play again tomorrow."

Lu Xiuhe: "?"

[???]

[Didn't you just say that you were going to stream one more match?]

"After a whole day of streaming, my eyes are a little tired." Yu Yan closed the game. "Tomorrow ba, sorry."

His livestream hours were considered very long amongst all the anchors. From morning to night, except for the meal times in the middle, he would basically just sit at the computer table.

So the audience didn't try to embarrass him any more. A string of "888" appeared on the barrage.

As he just prepared to end the stream, a string of bright words suddenly appeared in the stream.

[Autumn Will No Longer Come has sent a little star]

Seeing the familiar name, Yu Yan paused a bit and after a while said, "Thank you for the little star, Autumn Will No Longer Come."