Game Designers: You Don’t Understand Charity

   "Hey, what's the matter with you?!" At this time, there was a sudden roar in the booth.

  Yun Feng and others turned around and found that there was some infighting among Yun Mumu's fans.

  A person who seemed to be the leader pinched the collar of a fan group member next to him. The latter had already taken off the support belt on his head and put it down.

   "But, if what Abel said is true..." The man showed a struggling look on his face.

   "So what?!" The man who looked like a captain said angrily, "Does it have anything to do with your real identity if you only push the anchor?"

   "Are those factors that have nothing to do with you so important?"

  The fan club fell silent.

"you…?"

   "Hey, is there something wrong with the atmosphere?" Lao Mo turned his head to look at Yun Feng strangely, suddenly startled.

   His face was still calm, but at this distance, Lao Mo could clearly see the surging emotions in Yun Feng's eyes.

   That's... anger.

  Yun Feng is really angry. Old Mo Ke hasn't seen him like this for a long time.

   "Yunfeng, don't be impulsive." Lao Mo said hastily.

   Yunfeng said in a deep voice, "I know!"

  Whether Yun Mumu's identity is exposed is actually not an influential factor in Yunfeng's plan.

   Let her live broadcast with a new identity, just to avoid some domestic public opinion and Yun Mumu's habits.

  It’s just that the provocative words in Abel’s mouth are really extremely sinister, and the people present are divided into positions abruptly.

  He still underestimated the xenophobia of overseas players.

  Yun Feng clenched his fists.

  He doesn't care how much this matter will affect Yun Mumu's overseas popularity. What he cares about is that the reactions of everyone in the venue at this moment must have fallen into Yun Mumu's eyes.

   This feeling, the feeling of being denied, is definitely not good.

  Yun Feng, the elder brother, knows very well that Yun Mumu's first live broadcast was just out of interest, and he didn't show his face. The live broadcast was just a common cartoon image program of a little white cat.

  When the live broadcast first made its fortune, it was even just to reply to the audience with barrage.

   Along the way, Yun Mumu insisted on impressing the audience with her own strength, not anything else.

  If she hadn't been involved in a series of incidents in Fengyun Studio, Yun Mumu wouldn't have faced so many undue doubts and criticisms.

   "No need to say anything more, if you want to settle the grievances, I will!" A cold female voice suddenly sounded from behind the stage.

  Amidst the astonished gazes of the players, a graceful figure had already stepped onto the stage, looking at Abel coldly.

  The voice was exactly the same as in the live broadcast before, no matter which side the players recognized the person coming.

   "Mu Mu! It's the anchor Mu Mu!"

   "A real person, it's so pretty!"

  Domestic players are excited, no matter what, meeting popular anchors is something to be excited about.

  Other overseas players fell into a sluggish state. They really couldn't replace the beautiful girl in front of them into Yun Mumu's image.

   "Hey, shouldn't you be a coward?" Abel sneered.

   "Stop talking nonsense." Yun Mumu took a step forward not to be outdone, "Give up your booth early, this competition will test me..."

   "I'm coming!" A figure stepped forward.

  In the astonished eyes of everyone, Yun Mumu was blocked behind.

"you?!"

   "Yunfeng!" Lao Mo cried out anxiously, "Do you know what you are doing?"

   The person who spoke, who else could it be except Yun Feng.

  Looking around at the crowd, as if afraid that they might not hear clearly, Yun Feng paused again and said in a deep voice.

   "This competition, I will come."

   "Brother, you..." Yun Mumu stared blankly at Yun Feng's back, speechless.

   "Huh? That's strange." Abel was taken aback for a moment, and then showed an exaggerated smile.

   "Yunfeng, you won't forget the content of our competition, right? It's a comparison of the number of kills, not the victory of the entire war."

   "This is a competition of strength!" Abel showed a look of contempt.

   "Or, our Commander Sura, really thinks he can beat us in terms of strength?"

   "What, is Mr. Yun the Sula No. 2 uploaded on the Internet before? Is it true?!"

   "Looking at it like this, it's probably true..."

   "But what you said is right. This game is about comparing the individual strengths of the two sides. What's the use of Mr. Yun in person?"

   "Stupid you, Yun Zong wants to seek justice for Yun Mumu!"

"Oh!"

  Accompanied by the turbulent discussion, many players' hearts have already reached their throats.

  At first, I thought the opponent was just looking for death, but now it's hard to say who will win and who will lose if they change their generals.

   "Heh, I'm too impulsive. What's the use of being a good game director? No matter how you say it, Abel used to be a great game anchor, and his individual combat power is not enough."

  Some people also expressed disdain for Yunfeng's behavior. As the leader of a world-renowned studio, this kind of decision is a bit reckless.

  Frank and the three of them met, and they were pleasantly surprised.

   "Yunfeng, do you know what you are doing?!" Beside the booth, Lao Mo said anxiously.

   "This is just a competition! It doesn't matter if you send someone else to play, even if you let me come, and it doesn't matter if you lose."

   "But if you lose, the nature will be completely different!"

   "Wait for this news to spread after the game festival, it will be a heavy blow to your reputation!"

   "Those people are eager to see such a situation, but you still jump into the fire pit yourself, I really, I can't blame you?!" Lao Mo shook his sleeve angrily, not knowing what to say.

  Yun Feng turned his head, looked at Lao Mo and Yun Mumu, and smiled.

   "Some things, I have to come forward, otherwise I won't even forgive myself."

   "Besides, whoever says I will definitely lose."

   Waved his hands, Yun Feng walked towards the booth under the watchful eyes of the two.

   "Don't forget, this is my game!"

  From his back, one can see endless determination.

  The other Chinese players stared blankly for a while before following up in a jerk.

   "Mr. Yun, we are with you!"

   It didn't take long for this almost child's play competition to form a team.

  On one side, there is a formation composed of Yunfeng and a few Chinese players.

   On the other side, there are some overseas players led by Abel.

  In this war-type game, the final result is determined by the number of enemies killed by the individual soldiers on both sides.

  Under all kinds of complicated gazes, this extremely deformed competition began.

   Game, fight.

   Map, Sinai Desert.

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