Since then, I have become the most beautiful boy among the anchors

The young man was lying on the bar counter, his face was red, and the cup in his hand was already empty.

Jian Min stretched out his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, stepped forward to help the boy up, he whispered: "Jingjing?"

Zhang Jing's eyes were hazy, seeing him, he called out to his elder brother in a low voice, the words were sticky, and the bones were weak.

He originally planned to just take a sip, but Pinpin didn't taste anything, so he drank the whole glass one after another.

Fearing that Jian Min would find out, he quickly poured another glass, and then the glass was empty again. After drinking three glasses in a row, his mind became dizzy, and he lay on the table not wanting to move.

"How much did you drink?" Jian Min supported his waist, half-embracing him in his arms, and he reached out to wipe off the water stains on the young man's lips.

Zhang Jing hung his arms on Jian Min's neck and laughed: "I just took a sip." The young man's lips were moist, and he opened and closed.

He spoke clearly, and his mind was considered clear, but his whole body was limp, and he seemed to be unable to use his feet.

Jian Min picked him up and wanted to send him upstairs, but his tone was weak: "It won't be allowed in the future."

"Oh..." Zhang Jing curled up in his arms, and responded aggrievedly, like a frightened little animal.

"Wronged?" Jian Min looked down at him, his tone softened.

The boy was very good at climbing along the pole, and leaned in front of him again, smiling happily: "No, brother is doing it for my own good."

"Do you want to go up?" He looked towards the stairs, a little speechless, "It's so high, why don't you carry me up, brother."

Before Jian Min could move, Zhang Jing struggled. He had no choice but to let go of the hand holding him, but the boy didn't jump off, wrapping his legs around his waist, and wrapped around his back, "Okay."

The boy leaned on his shoulder and exhaled, the hot and humid breath was also mixed with the aroma of red wine.

Jian Min paused for a second, then carried him upstairs.

"Brother, your hair is wet." Zhang Jing straightened up, took the towel around his neck, "I'll wipe it for you!" After speaking, he rubbed Jian Min's hair like rubbing a dog, dare to pull out the tiger's beard like that He is the only one left.

"Jingjing."

The two words are not angry and pretentious, and the prank boy became honest in an instant. He didn't dare to make a mistake, and then leaned back on Jian Min's shoulder, his eyes were like a little milk dog, and he did not forget to defend himself: "What are you doing? I I'm helping you brush your hair."

Jian Min ignored him, took him to the bedroom, put him next to the bed, and asked, "There are new toothbrushes and towels in the bathroom, can I wash them myself? Don't take a shower today."

Zhang Jing shamelessly shook his head, and after looking at Jian Min for two seconds, he blinked guiltily, stretched out his hand and said, "I'm dizzy, brother help me."

"Wait." Jian Min stood up, walked slowly into the bathroom, wet a new towel with hot water, and saw the young man staring at him unblinkingly as soon as he stepped out of the bathroom door.

Jian Min squatted in front of the young man, holding the young man's hand and patiently wiping it. He looked serious, as if he was doing delicate work.

Jian Min never took care of anyone, the boy was the first one.

Zhang Jing felt even hotter, and when Jian Min helped him wipe his second hand, he said softly, "Brother, I will do it myself."

The towel was taken by the boy, and he wanted to stand up, but just as he stood up, he fell back down, blushing, and smirked at Jian Min embarrassedly, "I can't stand anymore."

A smile appeared in Jian Min's eyes, deliberately teasing him: "Then what should we do?"

"Then what should we do?" Zhang Jing imitated him and said, then stretched out his hand and slowly rushed towards Jian Min, smiling so much that his eyes were crooked, "Brother, carry me on your back."

Jian Min leaned back to catch him, he supported the weight of the two with his hands on the ground, and carried him halfway into the bathroom.

Zhang Jing stood leaning on the sink. He brushed his teeth, talking about everything from strawberry flavored toothpaste to what he likes to eat. Jian Min stood beside him, answering him from time to time.

"Is it sweet?" After brushing his teeth, he moved closer to Jian Min, with his mouth slightly open, his chest rising and falling, breathing carefully, his eyes full of expectation.

Jian Min reached out to help him smooth his forehead hair, put a distance between the two of them, and nodded: "Mm, sweet."

Zhang Jing looked very happy, leaned against the sink to wash his hands and face again, and then slipped into Jian Min's arms when he was done, "I'm fine!"

Jian Min tossed and tossed with him for more than an hour, and finally coaxed him to lie down on the bed.

The spirit of wine was on the rise, Zhang Jing wanted to sleep, but he was reluctant to let Jian Min go, he pulled his clothes and refused to let go.

Jian Min didn't mind either, he sat by his bed and watched the man fall asleep. As soon as the boy fell asleep, he unconsciously let go of his hands.

He looked at Zhang Jing's peaceful sleeping face, the corners of his lips slightly raised.

Wanting to fall in love early, stealing wine and drinking, the little villain still pretends to be good in front of him.

After the person's breathing was long and steady, Jian Min got up and turned off the lights, and left the guest room, he gently closed the door.

Assistant Chen asked curiously, "President Jian, are you going home?"

Normally, he would not go home for lunch, he was always at the company, but today it was time to ask the driver to take him back.

Jian Min: "Yes. Give me something light and take it home."

The boy was still sleeping before he left in the morning. Yesterday, he informed his aunt that he didn't need to come over today. Zhang Jing hasn't sent a message so far, so he is probably still sleeping.

Zhang Jing didn't wake up until noon, his mind was numb, but not to the point of amnesia, when he thought of him playing a rascal in front of Jian Min, he wished he hadn't sobered up yet.

When it's over, he has a shameless face and asks people to take him home, even secretly drinks other people's red wine, gets drunk and goes crazy, and sleeps until noon, all of which are enough for him to be ashamed for a long time.

After sitting on the bed with his head in his arms for a long time, he jumped out of bed and opened the door carefully.

After Jian Min came back, he went into the guest room to make sure that the young man hadn't sobered up. He waited in the living room while flipping through the newspaper. He had just drank a cup of tea when he raised his eyes and saw Zhang Jing looking down furtively.

Zhang Jing originally wanted to check if Jian Min was still there, but he was caught directly, so he withdrew his head.

"Did you wash up? Come and eat."

When the man's voice came over, Zhang Jing had no choice but to stand out. He touched his nose shyly: "Morning... good afternoon!"

"Well, it's lunch."

"I'll wash it!" Zhang Jing didn't have the face to wait any longer, and ran back to the room.

Jian Min raised his eyes and looked at his watch. The young man spent 10 minutes washing up. Seeing people reluctantly moving down the stairs, he said, "Come and eat with me, I haven't eaten yet."

Zhang Jing let out a cry, and hurried downstairs, "Why are you waiting for me? What time is it?"

The table was set, and the two ate differently. A white porcelain cup was placed in front of Zhang Jing. The millet was stewed very soft, and the porridge was glutinous and sweet.

He was hungry for two meals, and he ate very cleanly, only licking the spoon, looking into the cup eagerly, it was gone.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Jian Min looking at him, and he quickly put down his spoon, "I'm so full."

Jian Min could see that he wasn't full, but he didn't want him to eat too much. He had to go to the company in the afternoon and send Zhang Jing back first.

Before Zhang Jing got out of the car, he told Jian Min that his brother was sorry before slipping away. Although the other party didn't say anything, he really troubled him too much.

You shouldn't be so kind to him. He doesn't know anything, but he will push forward and climb along the pole.

For several days in a row, Zhang Jing didn't dare to disturb Jian Min, except to say good morning and evening to him on time every day, instead of dragging him to chat casually as before.

Before school started, he finally realized that he still had a Jinjiang account, so he logged into the background to check.

He is going to make another AS.MR video, and he hasn't released a video for almost three months. The previous videos are full of wailing, begging him to release new ones.

And this summer vacation also released a food video, which is still the easiest, but he has to wait until he finds a house and moves out to live next Sunday before he can prepare it.

There is a text message in the background, informing him that the settlement is ready.The newcomer support project launched by Jinjiang in the summer, as long as it meets the standards, with a guaranteed minimum of 30 fans and a total broadcast volume of over [-] million, it will automatically be included in this project, and it may even be ranked on the homepage. Even if it is not signed, the popularity is high. There are very few, so those rankings are still signed by the anchors to fight with gods.

The video during the holiday was in a state of blowout, but Jin Jiang was not stupid. No matter how hard he worked, the quality of the video was not good enough, and the total views were less than 200 million.

As a result, Mou Zujin, a lot of contracted up hosts, released a lot of high-quality videos, and worked hard to promote them on Weibo. Even the kind of anchors who have been struggling for thousands of years came back and released a few videos. Fans rushed to tell each other, Shivering while being happy, he asked the up master if he released a whole year's worth of videos all at once.

Jinjiang's traffic has also soared, and the number of daily visits has increased tenfold.

Zhang Jing looked at the settlement and found that he had earned some money, which was as small as [-] yuan. It may be because of the popularity brought by the last live broadcast, and the number of clicks on each of his videos soared.

The [-] credited, after calculation, is about [-] yuan for [-] clicks, Jin Jiang's move is quite generous.He planned to use the money to rent a house, which happened to save a lot of expenses.

He poked into the latest video, the latest comment was 40 seconds ago, and the other party said with emotion: "I really like the video of this up. When I heard that this up came three years ago, I felt so happy and thought I had lost my granary." , I can watch three times a day for many days. As a result, I did the math. In three years, a total of 59 videos were released, each food video was no more than 7 minutes long, and the as.mr videos were basically four to 10 minutes. Do the math... …forget it.”

After refreshing again, I followed several layers, begging her to stop talking.

Zhang Jing laughed, he planned to release the latest AS.MR video for seven hours, to accompany the insomniac until dawn, mainly because he was thinking of Jian Min, who was insomniac, and when he thought that he used to keep his eyes open until dawn, his heart ached.

It's just that he doesn't make a sound, and the effect of companionship without communication will be greatly weakened, but he is unwilling to make a sound for people other than Jian Min to sleep.

I wrote and drew on paper, and made a time budget. As for starting to do it, I'm afraid I have to wait.

Zhang Jing started to feel drowsy on the first day of school, and couldn't adapt to being lazy for two months.

There was no class yet, the class was noisy, and he had lost his English hearing for two months, so he found a hearing aid, plugged in headphones and lay down on the table.

Seeing that he was able to sleep in such a messy environment, the boy at the back table couldn't help feeling: "Zhang Jing, why are you still sleeping? You haven't slept enough for two months."

Zhang Jing was in a daze and didn't speak. When he woke up, he realized that the surrounding environment had changed. The classroom was very quiet, and only the class teacher was left talking.

He took off his earphones and lay down on the table without looking up.

Wu Juntao said: "Come on, let's welcome the new classmates, and the new classmates will also say a few words to everyone, so we can get along well in the future."

"Ah, she looks so cute."

"Why do I think he looks familiar?"

"I don't think Zhang Jing is as good-looking, but Zhang Jing is much prettier than him."

"Did Zhang Jing lack sleep in his previous life? Why was he sleeping again?"

"People can do well in the exam even when they sleep, so you want to take care of it?"

……

Zhang Jing raised his head when he heard the words, and after seeing the people on the podium clearly, he smiled sarcastically.

I don't know if the world is too small, or someone did it on purpose.