Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

Jiang Shunchuan received the express delivery on the third day.

Jiang Shunchuan stared at the unidentifiable express box for a while. He had never been so excited about an express delivery before. He had joined the fan group since yesterday and had a rough idea of ​​what the gifts were each time.

He guessed that it might be a mobile phone chain or keychain made by the young anchor himself, and a mobile phone case was prepared for it.

Jiang Shunchuan took a knife and prepared to open the cardboard box, but he stopped suddenly before he could move.

Thinking that the blade might damage the contents, he threw down the knife and opened the box with his bare hands.

Inside was a photo frame, placed upside down.

Jiang Shunchuan took out the photo frame and straightened it. The moment he saw the front photo, he seemed to be completely still.

Slowly, his neck, face and ears turned red, and his eyes seemed to be attracted and fixed on the photo.

The first reaction is white, bright white.

The young anchor was wearing a white shirt and pleated skirt that were full of youthfulness. The shirt was not tucked in, and because it was too big, it completely covered the skirt.

A pair of white, dazzling legs are suspended under the table, with the sitting part squeezed by the edge of the table, revealing a sense of flesh, all the way to the curved arch of the foot and slender bony ankles, occupying most of the picture.

She supported herself on the table with one hand, her fingers were white, slightly larger than those of a normal girl, and more slender, with dark blue veins faintly visible, extending all the way upwards and disappearing.

Jiang Shunchuan raised his gaze and met the pair of beautiful eyes in the photo that were looking at the camera.

It is moist, clean and sincere, just looking at the camera simply, without being corroded or polluted by anything.

A strand of hair fell on the lips, but upon closer inspection it seemed to be hanging there, just like Jiang Shunchuan's heart that was hanging and dangling.

He wished he could turn into that strand of hair and get infinitely close to it...

With such attire, posture, and eyes that are so penetrating, it seems as if Jiang Shunchuan is the one who has become dirty for no reason.

Jiang Shunchuan was in a daze the whole day and began to look forward to the live broadcast time at 6 o'clock in the evening. He picked up and put down the photo frame in his hand several times.

Finally, he put it on the bedside table, but was still dissatisfied after a while.

He moved to the display stand where helmets were placed opposite the bedside, but felt that the distance was too far, so he stood up and lifted the stand closer to the bed. He also moved the helmet with the autograph in the middle away and solemnly placed it on the photo frame.

Jiang Shunchuan leaned against the head of the bed, his eyes fixed on the photo, and he finally felt satisfied.

Although this move is unreasonable for the overall layout of the room, Jiang Shunchuan never likes anyone entering his room, and the cleaning lady will not come in without permission. Such unreasonableness can be seen by no one except the person in the room.

Six p.m.

Song Xun started the live broadcast on time, but still felt a little nervous. He pursed his lips, smiled, and waved: "Hello, everyone."

The clothes for the live broadcast were chosen by 996, a light blue long skirt with a medium-length jacket on the outside, and her hair was braided into a pigtail and hung in front of her.

The scene of quietly looking at the camera makes people inexplicably feel that time is peaceful and quiet.

——Soft-hearted, woohoo.

——Has the anchor changed his style recently?

——I received the photos, hehe, my wife is pretty.

——I received the same message. It’s giving me insomnia.

The barrage of comments was changing very quickly, but Song Xun still saw Jiang Shunchuan's ID and welcomed him.

Some people below can't stand it.

——The host treats me too differently. Why doesn’t he welcome me?

——Nonsense, they have completely destroyed the gift list in just two days, I would even kneel down to welcome them.

Everyone in the barrage was talking about the new rich boss, but the rich man himself never spoke, nor did he respond to Song Xun.

Appears quite cool.

As for what Jiang Shunchuan is doing now, he is busy sending private messages to people asking for photos.

When Jiang Shunchuan thought about the photos in his room appearing in other people's hands, he felt like his heart was filled with a balloon, which was getting bigger and bigger and was about to explode at any time.

The force with which the fingers fell on the keyboard seemed to tear it apart.

——Buxi: Can you transfer the photos? I’ll pay for it.

——Do not transfer.

——Unremittingly: ten thousand.

The messages from both sides were sent at the same time.

Jiang Shunchuan stared at the chat interface with no reply for a long time and prepared to add another one.

In a second, a large paragraph of text popped out.

——I will send it to your door now. Just send me the address. I won’t waste your time. If you have such needs in the future, please contact me directly. I am an easy person to talk to.

——Buxi: Thank you.

Jiang Shunchuan sent private messages to the winners one by one according to the list of winners, and successfully collected the remaining four photos.

Feeling unsafe, I registered two more accounts and directly bought the top three gifts on the gift list.

Song Xun read out the gifts and thanks, and found two identical ID numbers over and over again.

Jiang Shunchuan didn’t appear until the end of the broadcast.

996: "In Jiang Shunchuan's mind, your early image was that of a person with a tragic life experience, but a strong and fearless character. At this time, you would not actively ask him for money, and even refuse when Jiang Shunchuan offered to give it to you. Be careful not to destroy your character."

If his true identity had been exposed at the beginning, Jiang Shunchuan would not have taken the bait later. However, he was not a fool with a brain full of water. He came to his senses within two months and tricked Meng Qing in the same way.

Song Xun changed into pajamas, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to organize words into his cell phone.

Private message in the background.

Qingqing: Are you asleep?

It took almost five minutes for the other party to reply.

Bu Xi: "Not yet, it's almost time to go to bed."

Song Xun wasn't sure if this was a disguised way of refusing to chat, or if he should just continue editing the message.

Qingqing: "Thank you so much for your continued support, brother." and added a crab emoticon at the end.

Another five minutes.

Bu Xi: "You're welcome."

Qingqing: "I didn't see my brother in the live broadcast room today [pouting emoticon]"

This time, it took almost ten minutes for the other party to send a message. Song Xun almost fell asleep. When he looked at his phone, he saw only two cold words.

Bu Xi: "Busy."

Song Xun sighed heavily and said to 996 while lying on the bed.

"Jiang Shunchuan is so hard to approach."

996: "You are just getting started. You expect results after just sending a few messages. You need to stick with it for at least a month."

On the other side, Jiang Shunchuan had just come out of the shower and was about to watch the live broadcast recording.

During the live broadcast, he was busy messaging people to buy photos, and then he was busy using his small account to brush up the gift list, so he just recorded the entire live broadcast and planned to watch it later.

As a result, as soon as I picked up the phone, I saw a private message pop up in the background, sent by the anchor Qingqing.

Jiang Shunchuan lost his grip on the towel he was using to wipe his hair and it fell to the ground. He had no time to care about anything else at this point. He sat down on the computer chair, his thin lips straightened, and clicked on the private message.

Jiang Shunchuan was not a shy person, but he thought very carefully about a simple question like "Did you sleep?" and took on the mentality of examining the question carefully.

It's already 10 o'clock in the evening. If he goes back to bed without sleeping, will people think that he has an unhealthy lifestyle?

But if he fell asleep, wouldn’t he miss the private message from the anchor?

Jiang Shunchuan deleted the edited messages several times, and finally chose one that he was satisfied with and sent it.