The melon owner had a seizure, and I was taken in by the state

Eighteen, who was obsessed with metaphysical novels, was dizzy after being shaken by Xie Jiang. He nodded blankly, "Okay."

It's a little bit mentally retarded, but it can still use the Internet.

"Okay, wait until I hear his excuses, and then you can post it." Xie Jiang was immediately cheered up when he heard that he could go online. "Xiao Shiba, tell me honestly, can other people hear what's going on? I feel like their expressions change so quickly, it's like they can hear it."

"Impossible! This is the reward I got for leaving the Novice Village. There is no bug." Eighteen was sweating profusely.

Will it say that all its belongings are junk?

Certainly not.

"They're really good at acting, their expressions keep changing, seriously." Xie Jiang sighed in frustration, "It's so hard to make it in the entertainment industry. I'm a wealthy woman with 500 million in savings, so I'd better go solve crimes."

eighteen:……

Can't argue with that at all.

"Okay, go read your novel. Just remember to upload the evidence for me." Xie Jiang shook it off in disgust and turned his attention back to Cen Yao. He couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Teacher Cen, why don't you say anything? Do you disagree with what I'm doing?"

Song Mingheng glanced at Xie Jiang from the corner of his eye, and the corners of his lips unconsciously raised, but it was only for a moment that he lowered them again. He said coldly, "Teacher Cen, are you scared silly? No way, you actually believe in ghosts in this world. Are you trying to promote feudal superstition?"

other people:? ?

This is the real Yin-Yang Master, right?

"Teacher Xie is right and you did a great job." Cen Yao's back was covered in cold sweat and his legs were shaking even more violently.

"Teacher Cen, is Si Yan your classmate? Why are you so scared when you hear her name? Does her jumping off the building really have nothing to do with you?" Song Zhizhi walked to her fourth brother and looked down at Cen Yao.

The live broadcast traffic tonight is not low. If the law cannot bring him to justice, then let him die socially.

Without the halo of a star, his rivals’ extreme fans will not let him go. Let’s see how arrogant he can be.

"Who is Si Yan? I don't know her." Alarm bells rang in Cen Yao's mind. He looked up and explained confusedly, "I was scared by Teacher Xie. I didn't hear what she said clearly."

"It's so pitiful that you're deaf at such a young age." Lu Ziqian clutched Xu Chen's coat, poked his round head out, and said in a serious tone, "Every time I do something wrong and feel guilty, I like to pretend to be deaf and dumb."

Everyone: My younger brother also understands yin and yang.

"I really didn't hear clearly. Teacher Xie's makeup is too realistic. I've been afraid of ghosts since I was a child." Cen Yao's disgust flashed away, and his face was aggrieved. "Teacher Xie did the right thing. If you want to avoid being scammed, you have to be a little ruthless."

[Damn it, are they trying to imply that I'm trying to scam Xie Jiang?]

[Could it be that the others knew what I was going to do all along, and were secretly watching me make a fool of myself, deliberately picking on me?]

[Am I overthinking this, or is Director Wu deliberately using negative information about me to boost the popularity of the variety show? Si Yan has been dead for several years, so how could they know?]

[No, I need to think carefully tonight about how to successfully create a CP with Xie Jiang during the three-day live broadcast.]

[Si Yan's death has nothing to do with me. It was just raped, not a big deal.]

The voice, filled with fear and a hint of mockery, was like thunder, silencing the surroundings.

After a day of working together, everyone had developed a tacit understanding of each other. They all looked as if they hadn't heard anything, with only the disgust in their eyes revealing their emotions.

The barrage stopped, and the live broadcast window was clean as if no one was watching. After several seconds, it appeared like a lava eruption.

[Fuck! What kind of beastly talk is this? I'll be a blackmailer for the rest of my life. Thank you!]

[My fists are hard! Calling him a beast is not enough to describe him. I'm reporting him. Thank you!]

[Is Fatty Wu planning to push forward the Prison F4 group? He's still missing one more person.]

[Sister Hammer, can you please tell me all the other gossips at once? Our mammary glands are also mammary glands.]

[I've reported it, thanks. I've never seen anyone so despicable. The entertainment industry is like a garbage dump. Any garbage can become a star.]

[I can't think of how to scold him to vent my anger. I have reported him. Thank you.]

[You didn't think too much about it. Not only did they know you were going to scam me, but nearly 100 million viewers also saw it. Surprising or not.]

[The collapse was so bizarre, a direction I hadn't anticipated. As a hater, I'm holding them back.]

[Breaking news and collapsing a house is outdated. Blowing up one's own house is the real way to go to jail.]

[This type of collapsed house can't be cleaned even with bleach. It's completely dead and can be carried away.]

Because Cen Yao's self-explosion was too explosive, the number of viewers pouring into the live broadcast room exceeded the expected traffic, the platform's server was overwhelmed, and the live broadcast room crashed.

When Xie Jiang learned that the live broadcast was over, he shook Eighteen again and asked it to send out the evidence.

The entertainment industry is a very complicated place.

Fortunately, I have a golden finger, otherwise it would be really difficult for me to get by.

When the others heard that the live broadcast was over, they immediately abandoned Cen Yao as if he were the plague and returned to their own tents.

Jiang Yue stood under the solar-powered lighting, opened his mouth, and wanted to call out to Xie Jiang who was talking to Song Mingheng, but swallowed the words back.

What does Song Mingheng mean? He actually used snacks to trick his sister!

Song Mingheng, who was secretly giving snacks to Xie Jiang, glanced back at Jiang Yue with a hint of something. His nerves tensed, and his voice unconsciously lowered. "No more. If you want more, I'll ask Tang Yue for some tomorrow. They still have plenty."

"Teacher Song, you are so nice." Xie Jiang quickly put away the snacks, her beautiful and charming fox eyes curved up and she smiled.

[Song Mingheng is such a good guy, why didn't he let me touch his abs? I missed three chances. I regret it now.]

[His hands are no less impressive than Jiang Yue's, known as the Hands of God. I want to hold his.]

Song Mingheng's heartbeat was disordered. He unconsciously moved closer and gently held her hand. "Let's go back. You've been tired all day. Go to bed early."

I just kept muttering in my heart, I never saw her take the initiative.

Forget it, if she doesn’t take the initiative, I’ll just take the initiative myself.

"Is it really gone?" Xie Jiang looked down at his hand being held and asked blankly, "Why are you holding my hand if it's not there?"

Song Mingheng:? ?

She knows what it means to say one thing and mean another.

"No more." He let go of her hand as if he had been electrocuted, and turned around in embarrassment. "See you tomorrow morning."

Xie Jiang looked at his hands and then at his fleeing back, his face completely bewildered.

[Am I asking the wrong question? Why is he running?]

[Are you afraid I'll knock him out, drag him into my tent, strip him, and touch his abs? Even though I'm a pervert, I've never thought of treating him like such a beast.]

Song Mingheng: ...

Can't hear, can't hear.

Cen Yao, who was still half lying on the ground, had no idea what was happening. He watched everyone else scatter, his face full of confusion.

"Good night." Xie Jiang glanced at him and walked briskly back to his tent.

[La la la, time for snacks again. Song Mingheng is such a good guy. Love him!]

Song Mingheng staggered after entering the tent and almost fell out.

fraud!

He says one thing and means another.

The camp gradually became quiet, and it seemed as if time was peaceful. The staff on the director's boat were so busy that smoke was coming out of their heads.

After Director Wu finished communicating with the person in charge of the live broadcast platform, he wiped the sweat from his face, gave some instructions, walked out of the director's room, and went to the deck to make a phone call.

His heart was stimulated more today than in the previous 37 years. He was almost scared to death.

The variety show became a hit, and advertisers raised the price themselves and requested product placement, specifically asking Xie Jiang to eat it.

From the morning broadcast until now, Xie Jiang's windbreaker and sun-protection clothing have been sold out, and the overalls and shoes have been sold out and are now on pre-sale.

Even the sunglasses she wore when she appeared in public sold tens of thousands of pairs.

I've never seen anything so outrageous.

He has been a variety show director for ten years and has been doing live variety shows for five years. This is the first time he has crashed the platform server. He is truly a talent.

"New guests will be arriving tomorrow morning." The assistant director, having finished his call, also came up on deck, looking bereaved. "Two more brands have called, requesting product placement at tomorrow morning's breakfast. They've already left Ancheng Pier 3 and are on their way here."

He should be happy about something, but now he just wants to die.

Four guests left at the end of the first day of live broadcast. They are incredible no matter where they are.

"Cen Yao's agent will come to pick him up tomorrow morning, or maybe the police will show up first." Director Wu put away his phone, his face sharing his own dejected expression. "Judging from the popularity tonight, a complete and total ban is a must. I might even end up in jail."

Compared with breaking the law and discipline, blackmail among colleagues and contact lists are not big problems.

Xie Jiang is like a huge bug. She would not mention the girl named Si Yan for no reason. Ever since Cen Yao revealed that he was going to scam her, she fell into the trap she had dug.

Just horrible.

"Then you're not going to care about tomorrow's procedure?" The assistant director thought Director Wu might really be dead.

Today's popularity basically comes from Xie Jiang. If Cen Yao doesn't make trouble tomorrow, the popularity will drop drastically, and then we will have to take quick-acting heart-saving pills again.

"There's no food tomorrow. If they want to survive, they have to find a way themselves." Director Wu struggled to stay alive. "Wilderness survival is at least two words in it."

Deputy director:……

It is confirmed that Director Wu is completely dead and his soul is flying everywhere.