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Chapter Fifty-seven: Go all out!(2/2)

Whether it's Zhou Meng, Fu Guang or Qing Cheng, this idea is in their minds right now.

If you have anything to say, let’s talk about it after we win!

"Brothers, let's support Orange and Brother Meng together, we can't let Brother Meng fight alone!"

Several people from Guangming Nine Keys also donated generously and took the lead in swiping ten or twenty planes out.

Orange is already on the verge of becoming a front-line anchor. With more than 2,000 VIPs in the live broadcast room, she is quite capable.

In addition, 70,000 to 80,000 people had just come to watch the fun, and many of these people were planning to join in the fun, and Orange quickly appeared on the list.

When Zhou Meng reached Group 6 1314 again, Orange's list exceeded two million, and civilian votes accounted for a full 200,000. After removing some of the older brothers with higher titles in the live broadcast room,

, the real ordinary tickets are more than 100,000, and every VIP in the live broadcast room spends more than 50.

This cohesion is definitely not bad on the Tiger Shark platform.

While Orange was a little worried about Brother Meng, she was also a little happy.

Popular votes are undoubtedly the most important thing that can show the popularity of an anchor. The per capita consumption in the live broadcast room is so high, which shows that her talent and live broadcast are recognized by many fans.

On the other side, when they saw Zhou Meng starting to brush again, Fuguang and Qingcheng and other big brothers also took action one after another.

"Brothers, don't leave any tickets for tomorrow's game. We are going to slap you in the face today. If anyone mocks us, we will mock them back!"

Tutu shouted very loudly in the live broadcast room.

Many big brothers took action, and the gift barrage alone completely flooded the public screen.

Under Tutu's call, nearly 8,000 VIPs in the live broadcast room also bought their tickets one after another.

"Brothers, I originally reserved this thousand for tomorrow, but looking at the situation today, it has to be done. Should I say it or not, ten planes will be sent!"

"Damn it, Tutu is right, he's been slapped in the face, why do you care about tomorrow's game? He hugged the brothers!"

Countless ordinary fans also began to give their full support.

For a moment, the gift bar in the live broadcast room began to beat crazily.

Not long after, by eight o'clock, Tutu's weekly star list had rushed from 350,000 to 4 million!

As for Zhou Meng, although he was a little slower on his own, he was still confidently swiping gifts one after another.

Anyway, it's only eight o'clock now, at worst it will be until twelve o'clock in the evening.

He can brush it every fifteen seconds from now on, for a total of four hours, but can Huayi do it?

When many old fans in the live broadcast room saw Zhou Meng's actions, they immediately remembered Meng's indifference when they faced Brother Ao in May.

In an instant, almost all the worried fans in the live broadcast room had an idea pop up in their minds.
Chapter completed!
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