God, I think you're flirting with me

After Qu Lin hung up the phone, he took a carton of milk from the refrigerator and turned on the computer.Yesterday he fell asleep before reading other people's comments on the new song, although he also posted on Chen Mo's Weibo after that.

Open the webpage, log on to my account, and as expected, I see my new song is at the top of the list.

Although Qu Lin has a calm temper, he is still very happy to see that his works are liked by so many people.Of course, as a person standing on the refrigerator, he never showed it.

Qu Lin clicked on it and flipped through the comments. As usual, there were a group of people rushing to occupy the front row and confessing their love. In the middle were some people who posted lyrics and said to see what they had found.

For this kind of thing, Qu Lin has long been used to it, the mouse kept sliding down to the bottom, and he only stopped when it was almost at the bottom.

Only during this period of time will the excited fans calm down. Passers-by can't grab the building but fans, most of their comments are in the back, so it is only during this period of time that one or two floors can be found from more than a dozen floors. evaluation of the song.

Qu Lin has always believed that there are people beyond people and others beyond heaven.He feels that the reason why he is famous now is because every time he publishes a work, a group of diehard fans will paint the number of views, and then he will be on the top of the list, the exposure will increase, and then more people will know him, um, it’s a bit like being in the snow It's snowballing.

The above point can be seen from the speed of Weibo followers a few days after each song is released.

I flipped through the comments of Qu Lin for almost half an hour, and then gave up when I felt my eyes were a little sore, but I didn't see any constructive comments.

Exit from the song's page, staring at the red word 'Qu Lin' on the top of the page, and recalling the confession in the comments, the fans' excitement and joy almost overflowed the screen, Qu Lin was a little lost.

In fact, sometimes Qu Lin would think that he only had a decent voice, how could He De be liked by so many people.If I were myself, would I be able to devote so much energy to a person who didn't even know what he looked like?

Thinking of the good mornings, good nights, care and blessings that I have never shared in my Weibo private messages and messages on this website, and the paintings and videos that fans drew for me on my birthday... There are so many, so many, I feel in my heart She shook her head silently—probably not.

Looking at the triangle in the middle of the webpage, Qu Lin thought, it's a rare day off today, and it's good to play occasionally.Anyway, I just woke up and it's still early for lunch, and I don't have any holes to fill in now.

Qu Lin raised his hand and glanced at his watch, it was ten minutes to nine o'clock.Then he got up and walked to the sofa, picked up his phone, and started to tweet.

Qu Lin V: Come to post an elementary school composition → Time: 09:30 this morning; Location: My live broadcast room that has not yet been opened; Character: Qu Lin (myself); Reason: A rare vacation, thank you for your support all the time; Process: Faceless pure chatting and singing (you can also be in a daze); climax: no; result: I don’t know yet.Summary: This is a composition of real people and real events, although the writing is poor and there is no climax and the result is to be determined.

After finishing, he put down his mobile phone and returned to the computer, and started to figure out how to open the live broadcast room and how to broadcast live. He also checked whether the room should be tidied up. I heard that the background of the live broadcast is very important.

Almost the second after Qu Lin put down his phone, his Weibo and all the big and small wild and official fan groups exploded.Weibo, as the starting point, bears the brunt of the first battle.

Rooting and sprouting V: [in a daze] My brother is amazing.

Qu Xiaolin:! ! ! ! !Look what I got!

Do you believe that I am a passerby: hold the grass, really. See you soon!

Qu Lin official Weibo V:! ! ! !Ladies, hurry up and gather, and catch your husband in the live broadcast room!

Hu Luobei: The male god is waiting for me, I will skip class and go to the Internet cafe right away!

The little wife of the Qu family: Why the hell am I traveling in a place where the birds don't shit! !Ask the little angel to record it! 【bitter】【cry】

Mo is a warm man: Am I going to miss the whole world if I roam outside without the internet?

Xiaoxiao is not a vegetarian: [smiling] I'm sorry for the call fee, I'm going to burn money.

………………

Next is the various fan groups:

Qu's general attack [group leader]: Little ones, are you ready?The countdown begins!

Cute Qujia: The master ball is ready. To prevent failure, the little one has prepared a truckload of balls. As soon as he appears, he will catch it in seconds.

Qu Jia Wuming: You did a great job upstairs, take me with you!I can help throw the ball, or the kind that won't hurt him.

Qujia pillow: add one upstairs.

Qujia Pillow: Add two upstairs.

…………

Goddess of Qujia: Upstairs +100086.

Composer Beibei: Add your ID number.

Qujia Keke: Add the total population of our country.

Qujia Shui Shui Jiu: ... What's the situation?A look of bewilderment.

Qu Jia Fanfan: I don't know what to add, anyway, old drivers bring me.

Qu Jia's Pillow: Shui Shui watches Weibo, the male god wants to live broadcast!

Nameless composer: Yes!When I saw Weibo, I screamed and scared my dad.

Qujia Shui Shui Wine:! ! !Hold the grass!I'm going to squat in the live broadcast room!

Qu Jia Shui Shui Jiu: Someone told me to live broadcast there, there are so many live broadcast software.

Composer's General Attack [Group Leader]: The website of the male god's works.

Composer Beibei: It's almost 09:30, so excited! ! !

………… A piece of upstairs plus one dividing line………

Qu Lin has been in the circle for so long, he doesn't take part in concerts, doesn't connect to any offline activities, and doesn't broadcast live.So apart from posting songs and Weibo, there is no form of interaction with fans.After so many years, just when the fans thought this would be the case until he quit the circle, they didn't expect him to suddenly talk about the live broadcast today, so the excitement of the fans can be imagined.

The above point can be seen from the many unnecessary exclamation points posted on Qu Lin's always serious official Weibo.

Qu Lin, who has never studied the live broadcast room before, thought that forty minutes would be enough for him to study, but he didn't expect that opening the live broadcast room would be so troublesome, with various regulations.So by the time he finally figured out the mic, it was a few minutes past 09:30.

Qu Lin: "I'm sorry everyone, I'm late..."

Tens of thousands of fans who hadn't heard Qu Lin's voice after 09:30 were doubting the "real story" of Qu Lin's composition, when they suddenly heard his voice, they went to heaven again in an instant.The live broadcast room that I just chatted with was instantly "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! ''God, I love you! ''! ! ! 'Swipe the screen.

Qu Lin watched the number of viewers in the upper left corner keep increasing, and had to say, he was a little surprised.

Qu Lin: "So many people, don't you all have to go to school or work? It's great."

After finishing speaking, another barrage of 'skipping class' and 'skipping class' flew by.Looking at those bullet screens, Qu Lin felt inexplicably guilty, but he also knew that most of them were just for fun.

Qu Lin has never broadcast live, nor has he watched other people's live broadcasts, so most of the time he doesn't know what to say and just sings.However, this was a waste of throat, so within half an hour, people kept reminding him to drink water.

Pure singing was indeed uncomfortable, so Qu Lin turned off the live broadcast before eleven o'clock. At the end of the day, he even apologized to the fans. This time he was not prepared enough, so he must find something to talk about next time.

Fans: There is actually a next time!

After that, as expected, it was screened again.

After watching the live broadcast, Qu Lin was ready to go to the supermarket to buy some food and cook. Although he is usually busy and rarely cooks by himself, he always orders takeout or eats out, but he is still very keen on frying the kitchen.

On the other side, Chen Mo habitually swiped Weibo with his mobile phone during his lunch break, and then saw Qu Lin’s Weibo posted in the morning, especially when he saw the comment on Weibo with a piece of "one book is satisfied" heart: I missed the whole world !

Because strictly speaking, Chen Mo is also a small fan of Qu Lin.

When Qu Lin finally got home after shopping, he saw the message Chen Mo sent him.

Flat fish:_(:зゝ∠)_

Bianyu: You broadcast live when I was at work.

Bianyu: Wrong billions, missed the whole world.

Qu Lin looked at it and couldn't laugh or cry.

Qu Lin: If you miss my live broadcast, do you miss the world?

Bianyu: Yes, God, I am also your little fan! !

Qu Lin: How could I not know that you are my fan?Weibo is my first follow you.

Bianyu: A new fan.Iron!

Qu Lin: Really?

Bianyu: Nodding solemnly.

Looking at Bianyu's reply, Qu Lin remembered the voice message he sent to himself in the morning, thought about it, and sent a voice message.

Qu Lin: "That little fan, let's do some word matching tonight."

Chen Mo looked at Qu Lin's sudden voice, his heart skipped a beat, then silently put down his chopsticks, took out the earphones from his bag, and after listening to it, he calmed down before replying: Voice foul!

Qu Lin bent the corner of his mouth here.

Qu Lin: Courtesy is reciprocal.

And this is still a normal tone of voice, no foul for this fish without you.

Flat fish: ……………

Chen Mo naturally did not forget what he did after going out this morning.

Qu Lin: Alright, I'm going to cook, and it should be time for you to eat too.

Chen Mo roared inwardly, the Great God can even cook!What a man!I really want to taste the food made by God.

Bianyu: Yes.

Qu Lin, who didn't know that Chen Mo was so full of inner drama, was taken aback when he saw his slightly cold reply, but immediately thought that the other party might be eating or on the way to eat and it was inconvenient to type, but it didn't prevent him from joking.

Qu Lin: Sad.

Flat fish:? ? ?

Qu Lin: This is how my loyal fans treat me [sad].

Chen Mo, who was struggling with Mi Fan, saw Qu Lin's news, and choked out of breath—is the Great God acting like a baby to himself?Or do you think too much?

Li Rou who was not far away saw her, and felt that her chance had come. She took a bottle of water and wanted to come over to chat, but she hadn't taken two steps, when she saw the male colleague next to Chen Mo silently drinking the water that she hadn't drunk yet. The water pushed Chen Mo in front of him, and after Chen Mo thanked him, he began to pour water to smooth the air.

Li Rou froze, looking at the male colleague with eyes that wanted to burn him into a hole—this girl is crossing the desert, you come out to blow a sandstorm|Why?Not giving me a chance to survive!Also, during meal time, brother, who are you chatting with!

Chen Mo focused on the god's suspected coquettish tone, and didn't care about the surrounding situation.

Bianyu: God, I was wrong, let's do it again, and I will answer you seriously!

Qu Lin: The BGM has already played, we can't go back.

Bianyu: No! 【Erkang hand】

Qu Lin: [smiles]

I gave you a chance, you don't escape yourself.

The author has something to say: Fans: The male god’s rare live broadcast in a century, we are a little bit blamed for being excited and talking too much┑(￣Д￣)┍

Author: It's okay to be excited, and it's okay to talk too much, but it's wrong to occupy Chen Mo's playing time!I won't let you out next time!

Qu Lin: I gave you a chance, but you don't leave by yourself.

Chen Mo: The master broadcast live, I missed it, the master seems to be acting like a baby with himself.

Sprout: It's amazing my brother, we all know the live broadcast.

The author who added drama to himself again: Gongshou, don’t make a mistake, the master’s proper Gong <(￣︶￣)↗[GO!] Also, I will make it up if there is no update for the Mid-Autumn Festival yesterday.