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

The other party quickly sent a new message to thank him for his support.

"I will always support..."

Jiang Shunchuan seriously deleted the message he had just edited, feeling that this was a bit frivolous, and finally replied with a very formal "no thanks".

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

The young anchor replied so quickly that Jiang Shunchuan couldn't react in time.

He began to have trouble again.

You can't say that he has been buying photos from others and registering new accounts.

After a lot of typing, only two words were sent out.

——Busy.

Jiang Shunchuan continued to wait for news, sitting upright as if motionless.

This time there was no news for a long time.

Jiang Shunchuan frowned, observed the chat content, and found the problem.

He deleted and cut messages while replying without noticing the time passing, but when he looked at the time the messages were sent, he found that there was at least five minutes between each one.

The young anchor wouldn’t be angry because he was slow to reply to the message.

Jiang Shunchuan stood up from his chair, took out his mobile phone and started sending a message to explain, but suddenly he stopped.

What if the young anchor was just asleep, and he woke her up by sending this message?

No, no, forget it.

That night, Jiang Shunchuan tossed and turned, and even in his dreams he was wondering whether the anchor was angry because he was slow to reply to his message, or because she fell asleep too late.

Song Xun was awakened by a message alert sound.

I picked up my phone and saw that it was only eight o'clock.

Most people have started to wake up at this time, except Song Xun who likes to stay in bed.

Song Xun struggled to open his eyes and became completely awake after seeing the news.

He had the habit of blocking the message alert sound when sleeping, but for Jiang Shunchuan, the sound was always on.

It’s eight o’clock, not a minute more or a second less.

Jiang Shunchuan’s message popped up.

——Buxi: Good morning.

A somewhat serious smiling face followed behind.

Song Xun stared at the smiling face for a long time and replied.

——Qingqing: Good morning, brother.

Jiang Shunchuan would insist on jogging in the morning every day. He would get up at seven o'clock in the morning. After exercising, he did not bother to go back to take a shower. He sat directly on the stone chair sweating and started sending messages to the little anchor.

He thought everyone should be awake at this time, so he took out his cell phone.

The weather had started to get cooler, and in order to facilitate running, Jiang Shunchuan wore a short-sleeved sports shorts. He was sweating, and the cold wind blew, making him feel chilled to the bone.

He didn't care and just let the cold wind blow past him, staring at his phone.

The message came back a minute later.

Jiang Shunchuan stared at the message, and the flush from exercise came back again.

He likes the young anchor to call him brother.

Her voice was soft, with a drawn-out ending, as if she was acting coquettishly towards him.

Jiang Shunchuan covered his heart which was beating too fast and felt like he had fallen.

How can there be such a lovely girl in the world?

He started sending messages again.

——Buxi: Have you eaten?

After a while, a picture came from the other side. It showed a large white porcelain bowl filled with noodles, placed on the table.

——Qingqing: I just ate it.

Jiang Shunchuan didn't bother to read the message. His eyes were fixed on the hands that were holding the bowl. The nails were trimmed very roundly, with a faint blood-red powder. The hands fell on the white porcelain bowl, as clear as mutton-fat jade.

Jiang Shunchuan blinked his eyes with his Adam's apple moving in a useless way, and then noticed that the bowl in the photo seemed a little big.

The noodles inside were full to the point of overflowing, and the portion was more than enough for a grown man.

The thought was fleeting and Jiang Shunchuan didn't pay much attention to it.

Eating more means you are healthy. Nowadays, girls are obsessed with being thin and slim. If they don't have any flesh on their bodies, they will look creepy. The young anchor is doing very well.

She can even cook noodles for herself. She is virtuous and down-to-earth.

At this time Jiang Shunchuan hadn't noticed any problems. Until noon, the lunch the young anchor posted was still a bowl of noodles.

Jiang Shunchuan put down his chopsticks and was no longer in the mood to eat.

——Buxi: Why are you eating noodles at noon? It’s not nutritious.

The other party seems to be busy and hasn't replied to the message yet.

Jiang Shunchuan picked up the chopsticks and put them down again, looking at his mobile phone from time to time.

Jiang's father and mother, who were sitting across the table, looked at each other and also noticed that something was wrong with their son recently. They had never seen him obsessed with his phone before, and he was unwilling to put it down even to eat.

Father Jiang coughed and said, "If you have nothing to do, go to the company with your sister and get familiar with it."

Jiang Shunchuan didn't even raise his head: "I'm not going."

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. Don't even think about going back to that motorcade. I don't agree."

Jiang's mother spoke softly, unable to conceal her worry: "Be obedient and don't make mom and dad worry. Mom was almost scared to death when you fell last time."

They are not the stereotypical parents who do not support their children's dreams, but the profession of a racing driver is too dangerous. They saw their son and his car fall more than ten meters off the track on the live broadcast. The feeling of heart stopping was too difficult for the parents.

Jiang Shunchuan was upset when talking about this: "They were playing dirty tricks and deliberately made mistakes and knocked him down."

At that time, he had already lapped and was preparing to sprint to the finish line, but was knocked down by a driver from another team who was one lap behind on the inner circle, causing the other team to take the lead.

That person even provoked him in the end, and after returning, he was informed that all group sponsorship had been cancelled, and he would have to raise funds on his own to participate in future competitions.

We all know that this business is expensive. Without some financial support and sponsorship withdrawn, there is certainly pressure.

The man finally came to Jiang Shunchuan for help, but was not even allowed to step through the door.

Jiang Wan slapped his brother on the head: "Why are you being so stubborn? Just listen to me when I tell you to."

She is two years older than Jiang Shunchuan, and the two siblings look a bit alike. This look on a girl actually gives off a heroic vibe.

With the advantage of being two years older, Jiang Wan often used her sister's power to subdue Jiang Shunchuan. This is also the reason why Jiang Shunchuan has no immunity to gentle and lovely girls. Her sister's toughness indirectly led to Jiang Shunchuan's standards for choosing a spouse.

Jiang Shunchuan was about to fight back when a message suddenly came from his cell phone. He sat back down instantly and picked up the phone.

His behavior made Jiang Wan suspicious. Didn’t she know Jiang Shunchuan yet?

The older he got, the more lawless he became. His parents couldn't control him, and even his sister couldn't control him because he gave up just because of a piece of news.

There are problems, big problems.

Jiang Shunchuan leaned slightly to the side and turned on his cell phone.

——Qingqing: There’s nothing I can do. Something happened at home. Every adult has some pressure on themselves.

——Qingqing: But it doesn’t matter. As long as you persist, you will get through it.

In an instant, Jiang Shunchuan's mind emerged the image of a little girl who bore the burden alone, lived frugally to make a living, and was thin, pitiful, but strong.