The anchor is CP physique

Do you want to beat around the bush..."

"No one will think you are dumb if you don't speak."

Jiang Mu leaned back on the back of the sofa chair, closed his eyes and rested his mind, and instructed softly, "Go wash the dishes."

"..."

The little assistant who had no human rights in front of the big devil had no choice but to wash the dishes diligently.

There was a moment of silence in the air.

It was precisely because of this silence that the next burst of sound seemed particularly abrupt and ear-piercing.

The sound came from upstairs.

First there was a sharp and loud ringing, accompanied by some kind of shrill female scream.

Then there was a short cry of fright, followed by something that fell to the ground with a thud.

——It was Liang Dongxi's voice.

Jiang Mu quietly closed his eyelashes and opened them. He got up immediately with almost no time to react, and took three steps and two steps up the stairs with his long legs.

Liu Shanshan in the kitchen didn't bother to clean up the dishes that fell on the floor, and hurriedly followed behind to catch up.

Walking all the way to Liang Dongxi's room, Jiang Mu didn't knock on the door, just turned the doorknob, and fixed his first eyes on the figure in the room.

Liang Dongxi was standing by the bed with his hands hanging down, his face turned slightly pale, when he heard the door opening, his shoulders trembled slightly like a conditioned reflex.

The screaming bell was still ringing.

After checking the person from head to toe to make sure he was not injured, Jiang Mu turned his gaze away to the source of the noise on the floor, but as soon as he saw the shape of the object, his expression suddenly turned cold.

He hurried over to pick it up, pressed a raised switch on the top with a force almost crushing, and the sharp ringing in his ear finally stopped.

This is an alarm clock, but it is shaped like a blood-stained corpse of a tragic dead woman, with broken and protruding bones, sporadic pieces of meat, rotten wounds... the details are depicted in great detail, a pair of staring eyes The eyeballs are even more lifelike.

Looking at the person in front of him who seemed a little petrified again, Jiang Mu dragged his arm to make him sit on the bed, and leaned down to look at him: "Where did you come from?"

Liang Dongxi looked at him for a while, with a gleam of water in his eyes, murmured for a few seconds, and finally made a voice as thin as a mosquito: "...in the package, unpacked..."

Hearing this, Liu Shanshan, who was standing at the door, widened her eyes, and rushed over to the newly opened packing bag regardless of her still wet hands.

Finally, I found a postcard in the corner.

She only glanced up, and she couldn't help but swear: "Fuck... It's actually included in the fans' gifts! Use us as a knife!"

Jiang Mu took the postcard from her hand.

There is a line of small print on it.

——I heard that Xiao Guagua dare not play horror games?So useless!I hope I don't get scared and cry~

Liu Shanshan was still cursing and swearing non-stop: "The front feet just finished talking and don't provoke them, so as not to get dirty, but they came to the door by themselves."

Liang Dongxi looked at her blankly, unable to react.

Liu Shanshan pouted angrily at the postcard in Jiang Mu's hand.

His eyes swept over the line of writing, Jiang Mu turned over the postcard, and the pattern on the back was a cluster of fiery red kapok.

Liu Shanshan shook her head and sighed: "They don't even hide their identities at all. I think they are really shameless!"

"..."

Liang Dongxi looked at the wildly red ball of kapok, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"...I'll ask you one last time."

Jiang Mu's eyes were full of undisguised impatience, and his eyes were as cold as ice: "Say clearly, what's going on."

-

When Zheng Fang came back in the evening, the house was so quiet that there was almost no sound, which almost made him think that no one was home.

But there were actually two people in the living room.

Liang Dongxi was lying on the sofa dejectedly, not looking energetic.

Jiang Mu, who was sitting by the side, had his face covered with ice.

"..."

Zheng Fang carefully felt the atmosphere in the air, which was even worse than last time.

...Arguing again?

Isn't the food problem solved for them?

Until after dinner, Liang Dongxi's expression was still drooping.

Since the atmosphere could not be improved, Zheng Fang could not find the right time to start the topic.At best he had to clear his throat and force himself to speak.

"Well... It's our turn to go to the recording studio tomorrow, remember?"

No one responded.

"Hmm... Last time the radio drama studio said that the three protagonists' voice actors would cooperate to show their faces in the live broadcast. I have already rejected it."

Continue to be quiet.

Zheng Fang, who was awkwardly playing a one-man show, looked at the ceiling silently: "But they said that it's okay if Xiao Liang doesn't come up... The main reason is that Mr. Mian seems to have signed to Feng Ye recently. The two of you will start a black live broadcast together."

At the end of his words, the person in front of him finally reacted.

"..."

Liang Dongxi looked at him, his eyes full of hesitation and hesitation, his expression was tangled and complicated, and he couldn't express it in words.

Zheng Fang didn't realize it, and continued to say: "It just so happens that Yuan Qing's scene on Mianjun's side has already finished recording, what they mean is, if it's convenient for you, you can—"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped.

Because just now, he seemed to hear Jiang Mu faintly laughing.

Zheng Fang was stunned for a moment, his eyes lifted from the ceiling, and he turned to look at the other party.

He heard correctly.

There was still a hint of a smile between Jiang Mu's brows and eyes. It was obviously a smile, but it looked mocking and arrogant, giving people a sense of sharpness and coldness.

"Okay."

He spoke in a soft voice, his voice seemed to be filled with a chilly air:

"Let him come."

The author has something to say:

Author: This chapter is so long!I’m dead (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻ I’m too lazy to look back at what I wrote... You! Come here and make a brief summary of the content of this chapter!

Jiang Mu (silently throws out an emoji): [Remember the grudge.jpg]

Author (staring at the emoji and thinking hard for three seconds): Not yet.Ask for an off-site translation!

(Senior translator from Muyan Muyu subtitle group: I managed to coax someone who fell asleep, you dare to scare me? I wrote down this grudge. ——Well, that’s probably what it means)

ps: Congratulations to Comrade Zheng Fang for mentioning # Which Pot Doesn’t Open Which Pot #Achievement x2

Bad Jiangmu (x) Good Jiangmu (√)

Annoyed by Jiang Mu's reaction, Zheng Fang silently dragged Liang Dongxi to a small corner, and only then did he roughly understand what happened during the day.

He immediately took out his mobile phone and fiddled with it for a while, browsing around Fengye's backstage for a while, his brows became more and more wrinkled.

Seeing that he seemed very embarrassed, Liang Dongxi also asked carefully: "Is it okay to live broadcast together like this?"

"Whether it matters or not—" Zheng Fang didn't continue talking, but just winked behind him cryptically.

Liang Dongxi understood what he meant.

——Now it is Jiang Mu's decision, and it is no longer up to him to decide.

"I don't know what he wants to do..."

Zheng Fang was like an ant on a hot pot, wandering back and forth for a few times with his head buried, and finally made a fist: "No... I have to go to Feng Ye to say hello, there will definitely be troubles if the live broadcast is like this, let them watch it. point……"

As he said that, he put on his coat and walked out the door. Looking at the time, it was almost seven o'clock.

"Don't go to Lian Mianjun's live broadcast room until I make an arrangement with Fengye's backstage—or you don't want to start the broadcast at all, so that he won't pull you by himself... If I haven't come back at nine o'clock, today's live broadcast Just be a pigeon!"

Pigeon live broadcast or something, anyway, not once or twice... Manager Zheng said that he had long since given up on saving Jiang Mu's image in the eyes of the audience in the live broadcast room!

-

Once again, only Liang Dongxi and Jiang Mu were left in the living room.

Liang Dongxi picked up the script and flipped through it one by one, but most of his attention was secretly on Jiang Mu who was next to him.

Jiang Mu was looking at his mobile phone, and the screen displayed the contact group interface of the staff of the "Crow Green" radio drama.

At this time, several message alerts sounded one after another.

Liang Dongxi secretly glanced at it one after another, and finally couldn't help but move over with curiosity.

It was a group message sent by Comrade Mianjun.

-

Marshmallow: @木之将死江哥, did Uncle Zheng tell you about the live broadcast together tonight?

Marshmallow: My side is ready!Always ready to hit! ~(≧▽≦)/~

Marshmallow: Actually, I'm Brother Jiang's little fanboy! [Star Eyes] I'm so happy to be able to broadcast live together! [chirp me]

……

Followed by a few replies from other staff members, the general idea is to wish the live broadcast a smooth operation, attract more fans, work hard to promote the radio drama, and so on.

Looking all the way down, Liang Dongxi couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

I have to say that there are quite a lot of cotton candy routines.Zheng Fang hadn't responded to the matter of agreeing to cooperate with the live broadcast, he posted the news in the work group like a notice, and now it would be strange if Jiang Mu refused.

Jiang Mu swiped his finger across the screen, and directly exited the group chat interface. He didn't say a word to reply, and he didn't read the following messages, but just snorted slightly mockingly.

Seeing his eccentric character, something suddenly flashed through Liang Dongxi's mind——

If I remember correctly, before Mianjun's messages were sent out, he opened the group chat, right?

"...you already guessed that he would do this?"

Jiang Mu leaned on the sofa with his eyes closed, and his voice was calm and unwavering: "Is it hard to guess the brain circuit with anti-wrinkle medicine?"

"..."

For a while, Liang Dongxi felt that no matter whether he answered "difficult" or "not difficult", something seemed wrong.

The hatchback was quiet for a while, Liang Dongxi couldn't hold back his words, and tried to talk again: "I said Brother Jiang——"

But just as he started, he suddenly stopped, his face wrinkled in distaste, then he emphasized his tone, and said abruptly: "—Jiang Mu!"

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and Jiang Mu opened his eyes to look at him.

His eyes stayed silent for a while, and he didn't know what to see from the expression on his face. The ice layer in those eyes, which had been frozen for the whole afternoon, melted away without a sound, and a trace of innocence flowed out. Cha's smile:

"Ok?"

It's too easy to say, Liang Dongxi continued with satisfaction: "Why did you agree to live broadcast with him when you knew he was using you to gain popularity?"

Jiang Mu was silent for two seconds, and said four words concisely: "Teach him to be a man."

Liang Dongxi: "..."

Where is this earth-flavored ruthless talk that came out of nowhere! ?Can snap!

"You haven't passed the second phase of middle school yet..." Cao Duo murmured, and he thought of another thing, "You still know the pretense of playing a live broadcast when dealing with this guy, but how about that conscientious little boy of yours?" Assistant, why can't you be sympathetic?"

During the day, after listening to classmate Liu Shanshan confessing everything, including the py transaction she tried to make with Liang Dongxi, Jiang Mu directly grabbed the little girl by the collar and threw her out the door without grace.

"Go to the studio to pack up your things and leave. You don't have to come back from tomorrow."

——Boss Jiang said so at that time.

The little sister of the assistant was crying outside for a while, and it sounded very miserable when separated from the door. However, the boss was cold-hearted and didn't know what pity and pity were, and he still had no guilt at the moment:

"If you put your hand where it shouldn't be, you will be to blame."

Liang Dongxi sighed: "...Although she wants to hide it from you, the essence is for your own good." No matter what he said, he always felt that it was a bit too much for this sake.

I originally promised to play the game made by the little assistant in a few days, who knows that the game has not yet arrived, and I have already been fired by the moody boss...

Jiang Mu turned his eyes, and his gaze flicked between his brows full of sorrow: "...Instead of caring about her, you should think more about yourself."

"What's wrong with me?"

Liang Dongxi was a little puzzled for a second or two, and then realized that he should be referring to the rumors of those CP fans, "I'm still OK."

Liang Dongxi is not trying to be brave or pretending to be chic.It's just that this level of black acid, he doesn't pay attention to it at all, and he has seen a lot of insults and attacks that are a hundred times more powerful than vicious and ugly.

What's more, in the final analysis, those malice were not actually aimed at him personally.

To some extent, in the eyes of these so-called "kapok" cp fans, "east, west, north, south" is not an independent entity at all, but just an abstract symbol - this symbol is called "east, west, north, south" today, but it can be changed tomorrow Other names—anyone who has close contact with Jiang Mu may become their imaginary enemy.

So regarding today's commotion, Liang Dongxi had a mentality of watching primary school students make trouble, and was troubled for a long time. Rather than being angry, it was more embarrassing or even ashamed, similar to——

Damn, even elementary school students know that he dare not play horror games?

——something like that.

But now, instead of teaching who to be a human being, he actually wants to focus on completing the radio drama as soon as possible.

And after thinking about it, he will record his own part tomorrow, so he simply put aside these chores and concentrated on practicing his lines.He couldn't find the feeling when he practiced alone, so he took Jiang Mu together.

Jiang Mu was a little lazy, took the script in his hand and put it aside, and didn't let him read it any further: "Don't practice, that's all."

"..."

How can there be such idols who stop fans from working hard?

Liang Dongxi curled her lips: "It's easy to say, I won't be able to match well by then, won't someone scold me?"

"Who dares."

Jiang Mu looked at him with a smile that was not a smile, and his tone was pointed, with a slight joke: "Even I don't have the time to speak about your matter, let alone someone else?"

Liang Dongxi choked when he heard it, and realized that he was connoting his previous sentence "it's not your turn to speak about fans".

——Why are you so stingy?Just remember one sentence until now?

He immediately snapped back angrily: "Don't talk like me! Don't talk like me! Don't talk like me!"

And it was very rigorous three times.

-

After all, Jiang Mu didn't start the live broadcast that day.

It was almost ten o'clock when Zheng Fang came back, and brought back an unexpected news.

"It will open tomorrow night. I have informed Mr. Mian, and he has no objection." After running around all day from morning to night, he finally stopped to rest. Uncle Zheng Fang slumped on the chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

He didn't continue until he recovered after drinking a glass of water: "Tomorrow's live broadcast is not at home."

Jiang Mu didn't respond to this, but Liang Dongxi's eyes widened when he heard it: "Not at home... Could it be possible to have an outdoor live broadcast?"

"It's not an outdoor live broadcast, it's still indoors, but the venue is not here, it's at the Fengye headquarters." He sorted out his words and tried to explain the situation clearly, "You should have heard that the annual festival held by Zhuyuan last year Will it? Recently, Feng Ye has also learned to want to do one."

Hearing a certain word, Jiang Mu frowned in displeasure.Liang Dongxi didn't pay attention to his reaction, Gu Zi was slightly stunned by what Zheng Fang said.

Last year's Zhuyuan annual meeting... but anyone in the live broadcasting industry should remember it.

The name launched at that time was a commemorative party to celebrate the anniversary, and the content was essentially equivalent to some kind of large-scale carnival.

Although Liang Dongxi didn't go to participate at that time, the impression is still very deep.Because that event was very successful, it could be said to have attracted a lot of attention and money at the time, and it has been imitated by major live broadcast platforms since then.However, since most platforms do not have the manpower and material resources of Zhuyuan, the effect will always be greatly reduced.

Feng Ye also wants to do it now?

Liang Dongxi tentatively asked: "So the two of them are going to attend Fengye annual meeting?"

"It's not an official annual meeting at the moment, and it's still on the test site. It's just a pre-heating publicity. In the past few days, anchors have been going to try out the effect. I applied for Jiang Mu's quota for tomorrow, and I will bring you Mianjun along the way."

After a slight pause, he looked at Jiang Mu, "There is something to be prepared for. Tomorrow's live broadcast is not just the two of you, there are other anchors."

Liang Dongxi frowned wonderingly: "What do you mean...not just double opening? Why?"

Zheng Fangyu sighed earnestly: "The atmosphere of the two of them in the live broadcast is definitely not much better-let's put it this way, I'll be thankful if they don't fight... So I thought, instead of taking the focus of attention, it's better to let them Put it in the anchor group, at least it can let others distract the audience's attention."

"..."

—What is this, hiding a tree in the forest?Mixing two anchors with a bad relationship into a bunch of anchors in an attempt to fish in troubled waters?Liang Dongxi was simply embarrassed by his thoughts.

Zheng Fang threw up his hands, "To tell you the truth, I specially applied for a venue with the largest number of hackers in a single game."

"How many people are there?"

"twelve."

"..." Liang Dongxi choked completely speechless.

What can twelve anchors do together?Juggling?One person can take up all the shares without saying a few words, right?Just thinking about it makes me feel crazy...

"The situation is like this. The equipment over there is quite complete, the house management has received professional training, and the execution is relatively strong. It is not easy to bring up the rhythm of the live broadcast room. What do you think?" He looked at Jiang Mu.

Jiang Mu didn't say anything from the beginning, so he just said softly at this moment: "Whatever."

Hearing his agreement, Zheng Fang felt as if he had put down a boulder in his chest, and his expression relaxed: "Then it's settled, after we finish working in the recording studio tomorrow, we'll go directly there, and expose this bad thing as soon as possible." ...You guys go to bed early tonight!"

-

The night is getting darker.

Jiang Mu knocked on the door symbolically, opened the door and entered the room without waiting for an answer.

Liang Dongxi was already sitting under the quilt, when he heard the movement, he raised his head from the script: "Why, what else is there?"

Once a stranger and twice acquainted, Jiang Mu didn't bother to talk nonsense, he directly pulled the chair and sat by the bed, and handed over the thing he was holding: "I asked you to recite it last time, and you haven't finished it yet."

"..."

Seeing clearly what he was holding, Liang Dongxi suddenly felt a buzzing in his head.

It's that broken book again!

He endured it the first time, and came back the second time?

Immediately, he couldn't help but complained with righteous indignation: "You just want to play me! It's useless to memorize those things!"

"Oh, you noticed it." Jiang Mu answered lightly, and Jiang Mu put down the book casually.

"..."

How dare you admit it so boldly! ?

Liang Dongxi was suffocating, so he imitated him and snorted expressionlessly: "I will never recite it again, give up."

But this high-cold attitude of rejecting people thousands of miles away hadn't persisted for three seconds before it was instantly punctured by the other party's next sentence:

"Can you sleep without reciting this?"

Liang Dongxi's whole body was deflated like a balloon with a hole, and he couldn't hide his guilt: "...Who, who can't sleep?"

Jiang Mu didn't make a sound for a while, just looked at him indifferently, his eyes were like two cold ice springs, without ripples, lines, and soundless, only in the deep corners where no one knew, there were sporadic Tiny waves, turning around quietly.

"I don't have time for you to sleep in bed tomorrow." After a pause, the person on the bed still didn't move, so he continued, "If you don't sleep, I will leave."

……what?

Liang Dongxi raised his eyes abruptly, and stared blankly at him for three seconds, only then did he realize the meaning:

"you--"

Jiang Mu didn't let him continue, and interrupted directly: "10 minutes."

"..."

Without further ado, Liang Dongxi lay down automatically, pulled up the quilt, and covered herself tightly in a blink of an eye.

In this way, the quietness that should have been in the middle of the night was restored in the room.

Jiang Mu's gaze vaguely fell on the bulge of the bed, watching the slight ups and downs of the breath, his whole body seemed to silently merge into a part of the night.

Everything is quiet, warm and peaceful, even the breathing is careful, just like this for a long, long time, almost giving people the illusion that it will last forever.

until--

"Crack..."

Suddenly, a very clear and crisp crackling sound suddenly sounded in the silent air.

"..."

Jiang Mu's brows trembled slightly.

He stood up from the chair, half-bent down, grasped a certain place with his fingers and gently pulled off by Yuan, and then revealed a certain blushing face.

The quilt was thrown off without warning, and Liang Dongxi's clear, sleepless eyes were suddenly slightly rounded by shock, and the left cheek was bulging.

With a cold face, Jiang Mu unceremoniously stretched out his hands to pinch his cheeks, and said threateningly, "Spit it out."

"..."

The blush on Liang Dongxi's face suddenly deepened slightly, but he still shook his head subconsciously, expressing his determination with silent resistance.

Because his face was pinched, even though he tried to tighten the corners of his mouth, his lips were still slightly puffed up, looking rosy and plump, against his fair complexion and the blush on his cheeks, like a rose petal falling on winter snow.

Squinting his eyes and staring at the rose petal, Jiang Mu leaned over and approached a little closer. There was some kind of unreal burning in his eyes like a cold pool. They were so close to each other that their breaths were slightly intertwined, which made his voice audible. It sounded so low that it seemed to come from the chest:

"...I say it for the last time. Spit it out."

"..."

For some reason, being stared at by him like this, Liang Dongxi suddenly felt a slight electric current running through his back, as if some kind of small animal's intuition was facing danger, he opened his mouth in seconds like a conditioned reflex, and spit out the sugar in his mouth .

——Impartiality, it just fell on Jiang Mu's palm.

The glistening saliva covered the translucent candy, and the palm underneath was as white and clean as cold jade.

Liang Dongxi looked at his hands, his eyes shifted and dodged, and he shrank back a little, trying not to let his tone weaken: "You made me vomit..."

As soon as he shrank back, Jiang Mu let go of the fingers pinching his face. The soft touch still remained on the fingertips, but as the distance increased, the burning oppressive feeling in his eyes also faded away. go down.

He straightened up and walked to the bathroom: "Come here and brush your teeth."

But the person on the bed didn't move, only a reluctant voice came from behind: "No."

Jiang Mu stopped and turned to look at him.

Liang Dongxi hugged the quilt and muttered: "It took me a long time to develop a feeling of drowsiness, and it disappeared after leaving the quilt for half a second..."

Jiang Mu refused to comment on the irrational words, just watched him silently for a few seconds, without saying anything, went into the bathroom by himself, and soon there was the sound of water.

After successfully persuading the other party to let him go, Liang Dongxi happily rolled on the bed twice.

However, this coziness disappeared the moment Jiang Mu walked out of the bathroom.

Jiang Mu handed over the toothbrush filled with toothpaste, and held a water basin in front of him in the other hand.

"..."

Liang Dongxi looked at him inquisitively and silently for a while, until the other party raised his chin in a gesture of urging, he took the toothbrush subtly and obediently stuffed it into his mouth.

Until Jiang Mu took the toothbrush back and walked into the bathroom again with the basin filled with mouthwash, Liang Dongxi's eyes followed him quietly throughout the whole process.

"Jiang Mu..."

Finally, seeing him sit down by the bed again, Liang Dongxi couldn't help but let out a cry.

He was all wrapped up in the quilt, only showing two bright eyes looking at each other, and said in a low voice, "Are you so kind to fans?"

Jiang Mu raised his brows slightly when he heard the words, and instead of answering, asked, "Have I treated you well?"

Liang Dongxi thought about it for a while, and gave an absolutely honest answer: "There are good times and bad times..."

Good times are too good—like now; bad times are unreasonable.

"……no."

Just as he was recalling all the details of the other party's "unreasonably bad" in the past few days, he suddenly heard these two words, and he couldn't help being a little stunned:

"what?"

—what isn't it?

Jiang Mu didn't explain further, and turned his gaze around: "Where are the remaining snacks?"

Liang Dongxi didn't suspect him, stuck out his finger from under the quilt, and pointed to under the bed obediently.

Jiang Mu reached out and pulled out a small suitcase from under the bed, and unzipped it to see that all kinds of desserts in boxes and bags were stuffed to the brim.

He closed the lid again, then picked up the box and put it aside, with a calm expression on his face: "I'll take it away later."

"..."

—Is there anyone else who robbed so blatantly?

Liang Dongxi took a deep breath, stared at him in disbelief, and severely condemned: "This is mine!"

"It's yours." Jiang Mu nodded in agreement, "But because of your too weak self-control, it's obviously more appropriate for these things to be kept by others."

——Convincing and convincing.

Having just been caught in the face, Liang Dongxi knew he was in the wrong, so he had no choice but to make the last struggle resentfully: "...how do I know if you will steal it or not?"

"I don't like sweets."

——The reason is hardcore, and there is no way to refute it.

Seeing that he was retreating steadily, he hummed unhappily: "Then put it on your side, why would you give it to me?"

Jiang Mu's tone was very calm: "As long as you don't eat too much, I will give it to you whenever you want."

"..." Liang Dongxi looked at his expression, some couldn't believe that he would be so easy to discuss, "Really?"

"Ah."

"Really give it to me if I want it?"

"Ah."

He couldn't help confirming again and again: "You promise?"

"Ah."

"..." Liang Dongxi pondered suspiciously for a while, and suddenly realized, "Don't be vague! Tell me what you promise!"

--so close!Almost got caught in it!Fortunately, he is witty enough!

Seeing his expression of "seeing through your trick", Jiang Mu shook his head, and said as he said, "I promise..."

He suddenly stopped slightly.

After a moment that was so short that it could be ignored, under the gaze of those two clear and clear eyes, he continued to speak again, his voice was clear and slow, and in his usually cold and haughty tone, there was a rare hint of Unobserved, almost tender meaning:

"I'll give you anything if you ask for it."

……

"Go to sleep."

The author has something to say:

"Are you so nice to your fans?"

"No."

#I am not like this to all fans#

/Tear up the good chapter, tear it in half and suddenly start falling in love (x)

And how should the next chapter be written so that Jiang Mu can win a big victory?deep in thought.jpg

Together

As Jiang Mu's resident anchor at the top of Fengye's major rankings, Fengye officials naturally couldn't wish for him to join the trial broadcast of the annual meeting this time. Take advantage of this golden signboard.

Sure enough, for the next whole day, the version chat channel was in a very lively commotion.

Kanshui bigwigs moved out of the small benches to watch the fun.

"Wood is about to die? Is it the legendary first brother who is annoyed by his profession and has a sideline live broadcast? [Funny]"

"Yaoshou! Fengye's top brand dumb girl ♂ spoke (crossed out) and went down to earth to recharge!"

"I can faintly smell melons... Get ready for the melon seeds in the front row!"

……

Except for these pure passers-by, the others are the fans of the twelve anchors on the list announced by Fengye.

Generally, most of the applicants to participate in the trial broadcast of this kind of event are unknown small anchors, and their own fan base is insufficient, so they will try their best to find opportunities to increase exposure—for example, the other ten of the twelve anchors are no exception.

The ten anchors each come from the music area, dance area, and game area, and the audience base in the live broadcast room is still at the level of a few thousand.The viewers who are fans of newcomer anchors generally have a more Buddhist mentality. When they saw the announcement, they couldn't help being confused.

"exm??? Didn't my rookie anchor say that he went paddling and fishing to make up for the live broadcast? Why was he suddenly posted on the homepage of the entire platform overnight and publicly executed?"

The ten young anchors themselves were faced with the barrage of "Don't forget each other when we are rich and noble" that swarmed into the barrage of the live broadcast room, and they were also incapable of responding to this unexpected big cake.

Looking at it all the way, except for Muzhi's own fan group, there are others who eat melons and watch the show, some are flattered, some are grateful, some are grateful, some are congratulations and blessings... However, only the reaction of a certain family is unique. Alone seemed extraordinarily unusual.

That's right, what everyone expects is Mianjun Benjun!

He reposted the official announcement on the homepage. The copy didn't say much, only a shy expression was added, and the style of the comment below was magical——

"Hey, my treasure boy is finally going to be unable to hide QAQ, can Mu Da protect him well QAQ"

"Did Kapok send out sugar today? It did! [Rotating and jumping]"

"Silly Mianmian why forgive him so easily? It's too cheap for him to live broadcast together!? Promise me that I will make him kneel on the keyboard when I get home!"

"This time I won't be able to see east, west, north, south... I don't see names on the list..."

"Nonsense, why is he on? Everyone else is an anchor, so what kind of onion is he?"

"It's better for him to be acquainted and don't show up again:) Otherwise, next time it won't be as simple as sending a clock:)"

……

Since he was stabbed in the back two days ago, Jiang Mu's fans have been paying attention to the news from Mianjun's side, so it didn't take long for the above news and comments to be sent to the fan group with screenshots.

After the crowd mocked the mental intelligence of the fans in the screenshots as usual, someone was attracted by a comment in it: "Speaking of which, I'm a little concerned about this sentence. What do you mean by 'next time it's not just as simple as sending a clock'? It feels like It's not just a swear word, it's kind of implicative..."

However, after all the discussion, there was no result, and it was impossible for them to grab the screenshots to question Mianjun's fans, so they could only pass the night with vague doubts.

But no one expected that the next day, someone in the group broke out a big news without warning. While solving their doubts, it also cast a thunderbolt on the entire fan group.

The whistleblower claimed to be an employee of Jiang Mu's studio. In order to prove his identity, he first issued a coded work card, and then posted a series of photos. The contents were a courier receipt and the front and back of a postcard. , the last photo seems to be a doll, but it has been processed with a large mosaic.

"I painted the last one thicker, lest you read it and affect your mood... It's a 'corpse alarm clock', which looks like a replica of the 'ghost alarm clock' around the popular "Scary", But the imitation is very bloody and strong, and unless the taste is dark enough, most people should not accept it."

……Alarm clock?

Seeing this word, the fans in the group had an ominous premonition.

"This package was sent to the studio by a fan of Mianjun pretending to be Mu Jiafan... Signed and sent to East, West, North and South."

Seeing this sentence jump out, the entire fan group fell into a deadly silence.

Smelling a bit of a storm coming, the whistleblower concluded cautiously: "Because there were a few other gifts for my little brother, we sent them over without any suspicion at all, and then..."

"Mu Da became very angry... the assistant girl who was in charge of sending things over there bore the brunt of it and just packed up and left."

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CP fans have always been a group with very complex attributes, and it is difficult to seek common ground while reserving differences. Usually, CP fans of different attributes will rub off against each other without even saying a few words.Especially when encountering the "rebel" party, it is not an exaggeration for the two sides to say that they have a mortal hatred, and each regards each other as a thorn in the flesh, and even the slightest collision would wish to tear you to death