Chapter 210 From Now on, Brother Cheng Will Have the Final Say in the News Agency War

At this moment, Enxi buried her little head in her mother's arms and closed her eyes tightly, completely oblivious to the way she had bravely smashed the doll just now.

After all, he is just a four-year-old child.

"Enxi, look, the big flying squirrel was caught by his uncle. Actually, the big flying squirrel is not scary at all."

Lin Cheng showed a big smile and raised the bat in his hand.

Enxi raised her head buried in her mother's arms.

As a result, the bat grinned and struggled desperately, exposing its fangs in its mouth towards the little girl. It looked particularly terrifying.

The little girl who was already on the verge of tears burst into tears all of a sudden.

"Enxi, don't cry. It's uncle's fault."

Lin Cheng suddenly panicked and wanted to reach out to hug the little girl, but realized that he was still holding the bat in his hand.

"It's all your fault."

Lin Cheng couldn't find anything strange, so he raised his left hand and knocked on Bat's forehead.

The bat that was still struggling just now seemed to be stunned and stopped struggling.

"Enxi, look, the big flying squirrel doesn't dare to be aggressive anymore."

Lin Cheng held the bat tightly through his thick gloves, leaving only one head exposed and shook it in front of the little girl.

The little girl couldn't help but glance up again.

Don't tell me, this bat doesn't look ferocious when it retracts its fangs. Instead, its big watery eyes and protruding nose look a bit ugly.

The bat did not move even after receiving an old punch from Lin Cheng. It looked at the little girl pitifully, with a strong desire to survive.

The little girl was immediately amused. She stretched out her hand to wipe away her tears, buried her face in her mother's arms, and muttered in disgust: "The big flying squirrel is so ugly."

Lin Cheng quickly walked to the window and threw the bat out. The guy flapped in the air a few times and quickly disappeared.

"Hey! The big flying squirrel has been driven away by uncle. If it dares to scare Enxi again, Enxi will come and tell uncle. Can uncle beat it next time?"

"Um."

Enxi pursed her lips and nodded, then put aside her grievances and followed her mother to change clothes.

After a while, the little girl Enxi changed into a cute panda coat and came out. She was jumping up and down, but she didn't look like she was crying just now.

"Lin Cheng, take Enxi over and stay for a while. I'll clean the house first."

Zheng Shiyan found disinfectant and prepared to thoroughly clean all corners of the room.

Lin Cheng felt that Zheng Shiyan was making a fuss out of a molehill, but Zheng Shiyan was persistent.

I don’t know if it’s because she loves to be clean, or because she’s cautious as a mother.

So, Lin Cheng simply took the little girl to look for Han Shuyan next door.

The sun shines gently on the balcony.

The little girl leaned in Han Shuyan's arms and spoke aggrievedly about the terrible experience just now.

"The big flying squirrel is so ugly~~ His teeth are so long."

"Just now Enxi was very brave. Enxi hit the big flying squirrel with Baolulu."

"Mom is also good at catching the big flying squirrel. Mom is amazing."

"Also, uncle told Enxi to shout 'Demacia' when she is scared in the future, so that she will not be scared anymore."

Although the little girl couldn't speak clearly in longer sentences, she still tried hard to describe the scenes in her little head, and from time to time she stretched out her short hand to make gestures.

The tiger coat just now was already very cute, but now the little girl changed into a black and white panda coat, which was even more adorable. A small black and white dumpling was nestled in her arms, which made Han Shuyan's heart melt.

She listened carefully, just like when she listened to Lin Cheng's chatter.

The originally dull little girl would act like an ordinary child in front of Han Shuyan, immersed in her own world.

Looking at this scene, Lin Cheng felt inexplicably warm.

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After lunch, Zheng Shiyan took the little girl back to rest.

Lin Cheng was going to go back and live broadcast for a while while he had time.

Hmm~~~The sun is just right. If you don’t go on a live broadcast to become famous, how about you continue to slump on the balcony and be a waste?

After returning to the room, I first went to get a glass of water, and then slowly logged into my live broadcast account.

Due to the temporary launch, there were very few people in the live broadcast room.

Lin Cheng: "Brothers in the live broadcast room! I, Lin Cheng, the most handsome boy in Douyu is here! Those who miss me raise their hands, those who love me cheer, and those who scold me, get out!"

"He~~~~tui! A mouthful of thick phlegm greets you."

"I'm knocking! Brother Cheng, can you be more low-key when you go online? Such a shameful appearance makes me want to smash my fan sign."

"Brother Chengzi is the number one professional player who makes fans feel embarrassed."

"It's my birthday! It starts broadcasting on weekend afternoons? Can your fucking live broadcast be on time?"

"Usually the live broadcast is not active, arriving late and leaving early is common. When the broadcast is started, he often conducts surprise attacks like a guerrilla. This anchor is really outrageous."

Lin Cheng drank water slowly. Since there were few people in the live broadcast room, he was not in a hurry to start the game and simply interacted with the barrage.

"Brother Chengzi, we have a barbecue stall next week, can you win?"

Lin Cheng is very confident: "It's not a big problem. According to the current ranking, we may have to face T1 in the playoffs."

"KT is the standard power bank for barbecue stalls. Forget it in the regular season, T1 in BO5 is even more powerful."

Lin Cheng disagreed: "What is a royal power bank? The day Brother Cheng first played, he smashed the power bank sign on KT's head with his own hands. Let me tell you, from now on when the news agency fights, Brother Cheng will have the final say? "

"Nothing wrong, KT is SKT's power bank, not T1's power bank."

"This guy is getting more and more rude. You have the final say in the news agency war? Where do you put Brother Li?"

"T1? Just an online marketing team. Li Xianghe? Just a mid-lane who shoots commercials every day."

"Brother Cheng, please keep a low profile. SKT still has a lot of fans in China."

Lin Cheng sneered: "Who am I, Lin Cheng? Do I have to be timid when speaking and doing things? I am not one of those dog-licking commentators who have to look at the number of fans of the other party before saying a dirty word."

While talking, Lin Cheng opened the webpage, "Besides, how many fans can T1 have? Can they rush me?"

Open T1's official Weibo and take a look.

Wow! Nearly 1 million fans.

Although Lin Cheng does not use Weibo, he cannot escape from Douyu's live broadcast room.

If T1 fans are really pissed off, I am afraid they will come to the live broadcast room to curse every day.

After the world game last year, Lin Cheng had the honor to see the grand scene of RNG's mid-lane player Xiaohu's live broadcast room.

Even if the room manager is super god, he can't stop the knights from filling the screen. It's too outrageous.

"Ahem! What were we talking about just now? The war between the news agencies, right?"

Lin Cheng coughed dryly and changed the subject, "I think the two sides are evenly matched. Although our KT is in good shape recently, T1 has a deep foundation after all. I haven't played a BO5 game, so it depends on the on-the-spot performance.

And T1 also has legendary players like Faker. I grew up watching Brother Li's games and have always been a fan of Brother Li. I respect him very much. Don't let me lead the rhythm."

Lin Cheng's rapid change of expression stunned the fans in the live broadcast room.

"Fuck! This is too real, isn't it? He changed his tune immediately after seeing the number of T1's fans."

"A true master of face-changing."

"Brother Orange: T1? How many fans can this broken team have to attack me? Oh my! 1 million! I can't afford to offend."

"What do you mean we set the pace for you? Brother Orange said that he had the final say in the war between the news agencies, but now he puts the blame on the fans?"

"Good fellow! You are the first one to put the blame on your own fans."

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