Chapter 12: Everyone’s Nervous (XII) Click 1 to hear my revenge plan…

That night, Zhang Deng figured it out and decided to clarify his relationship with Wei Yuanye online.

You cannot use default to create misunderstandings among netizens in order to gain everyone's love and attention.

Wei Yuanye remained noncommittal about the decision: "You can say it, but it may not go as you wish."

Zhang Deng: "If you talk nicely, you can always communicate."

Zhang Deng is a firm believer in the power of words. He firmly believes that there is no misunderstanding that cannot be resolved through expression.

Wei Yuanye sometimes thought Zhang Deng was so stupid that he seemed to be acting cute, but he was also quite sincere, so he had to endure it and said, "You try it."

Thus, Zhang Deng’s first live broadcast in his life began.

He had planned to say a few words, clarify things, and then end the livestream. So while Wei Yuanye was still cooking in the kitchen, he was figuring out how to start a livestream. As he was figuring it out, he suddenly started. But because it was a bit laggy, there wasn't a single comment on the public screen.

Zhang Deng looked at the number of people on the screen, which was still 0. He found a phone stand, leaned in to look, and asked Wei Yuanye, "Take a look. Am I on air?"

Wei Yuanye came out with a spatula in hand. As he leaned in, half of his face was squeezed into the screen. Wei Yuanye glanced at the number of people and said, "Success."

At this time, it showed that dozens of people had entered the live broadcast room.

Wei Yuanye stood up and said, "Let's finish this quickly. It's time to eat."

Zhang Deng: "Oh, okay."

To show respect, Zhang Deng changed out of his pajamas before coming to the live broadcast. He wore a hooded sweatshirt and glasses to see the public screen. He looked like a student who had just graduated from school in the picture, and even the awkwardness of starting the live broadcast was just right.

Zhang Deng waved and said hello: "Hello."

As he thought, many people were attacking him, and some were asking about Wei Yuanye who had just left.

Zhang Deng has a slow-start personality and is completely unable to keep up with the rapidly scrolling public screen. He can only grasp the key information: "Hello everyone, I'm Zhang Deng - I'm indeed not very handsome."

Many people in the barrage attacked Zhang Deng's appearance, and the central theme was: if you just look at the face, of course you would support He Qiu.

"The person just now was Wei Yuanye," Zhang Deng said. "His online name is—what was it? Sorry, I forgot how many grandsons there are."

Wei Yuanye's name was too long, and Zhang Deng couldn't remember it. Wei Yuanye heard his name and poked his head out of the kitchen: "What?"

Zhang Deng said to him, "It's okay."

He pointed at the screen, indicating that he was broadcasting live.

Wei Yuanye nodded and returned to the kitchen, but the barrage of comments exploded, all asking, "Are you living together?"

Zhang Deng organized his words and said, "Yes, we live together temporarily, but we are not lovers, we are good friends."

Zhang Deng was too easily carried away by public opinion. He realized that he couldn't be dragged along forever, so he said, "What I want to say today is that I'm still waiting for He Qiu's apology and compensation."

"Wei Yuanye and I are not a couple," Zhang Deng said, "Don't like us just because you think we are a couple."

Zhang Deng said solemnly, "I probably won't do live streaming anymore. After this is over, I'll go back to looking for a job. I don't think the internet is right for me. I prefer making money down to earth. Besides, I'm not handsome, so netizens will probably get tired of me pretty quickly."

Zhang Deng finally finished speaking. He thought he had spoken very formally and sincerely, and then he lowered his eyes to look at the comments.

"Your little mouth is so pink, I want to kiss it."

"Make you cry."

"What if I like someone else's wife?"

"I can't bear to think about how dirty his private messages are."

"I dare to think about it because I have posted it before. [Heart]"

Zhang Deng took a look and felt dizzy again.

He said, "Is the signal bad?"

"You can't hear me, right?" Zhang Deng disconnected the wireless network and switched to his own data plan, saying, "What's going on?"

Wei Yuanye came out with the dishes and came over and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Let me see." Wei Yuanye's face appeared in front of the screen without any warning. His face was so shocking that the public screen was instantly filled with exclamation marks, question marks and swear words.

"Is this the dog?"

Wei Yuanye said, "The internet is pretty good."

Zhang Deng: “…”

Zhang Deng thought to himself, "Such superficial netizens!"

He said, "That's probably what I meant anyway."

Wei Yuanye sat next to him, also looked at the public screen for a while, and replied to a few questions: "I just went to cook."

"He can cook," Wei Yuanye flipped the screen and took a picture of the dish he made. "He likes stir-fried beef, fried lotus root slices, and borscht."

Compared to Zhang Deng, Wei Yuanye was more accustomed to the pace of the internet. He turned the camera around and pointed it at Zhang Deng, with only his shoulder showing. He said, "Let's just look at him."

Zhang Deng asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

"I don't have anything to say." Wei Yuanye said.

Zhang Deng said tiredly, "Please reply for me."

Wei Yuanye turned the camera a little and asked, "What's the problem?"

Someone in the barrage said: "So obedient?"

Wei Yuanye said casually: "How can a dog not be obedient?"

The barrage of comments were collectively stunned.

Zhang Deng said: "We are just friends!"

"Hurry up and tell me." Zhang Deng urged Wei Yuanye.

Wei Yuanye smiled, and waited until Zhang Deng was almost anxious, with beads of sweat on the tip of his nose, before he said, "Yes, we are just friends."

Zhang Deng said, "Forget it, I'm going to turn it off."

"There are quite a few people who support you," Wei Yuanye pointed and said, "Talk to them."

Zhang Deng saw that there were indeed several comments discussing him and He Xiaoqiu, all emphasizing the importance of respecting copyright. Zhang Deng was somewhat moved and said, "Thank you for your support."

Seeing that some people supported him, Zhang Deng seemed a little less nervous and answered some questions from a few serious people: "I'm 26 years old this year. Wei Yuanye? He's 26 too."

"He changed both of our online names. I'm planning to change them, but I don't know what to change them to. I'm still thinking about it."

"Neither of us has a partner yet," Zhang Deng quickly added, "but we are not a couple."

"And not just any friends who kiss!"

"Mom?" Zhang Deng read it once, then repeated it in disbelief. "Mom? Call me?"

"Mom and Dad, I was born?" Zhang Deng asked, "Why?"

In fact, Wei Yuanye didn’t quite understand it either, but in this context, everything was easy to understand. Zhang Deng also understood it, he just found it difficult to accept.

Zhang Deng said, "Grandma?"

"Why!" Zhang Deng said, "Don't call me that."

Zhang Deng: "Sister?"

"Sister is fine," Zhang Deng was completely conquered by the doorstep effect. He began to think that sister was even a very conservative title. He then reacted and said, "Sister is not fine either!"

Zhang Deng said, "You can call me Liangliang."

He felt a little embarrassed when he mentioned this name. Wei Yuanye seemed to glance at him through the screen, but didn't say anything. Zhang Deng said, "This is my nickname."

Zhang Deng thinks this name is very good. He is pessimistic about whether he will be able to make friends in the future, but it would be good if more people could remember his name.

At this time, he saw a barrage asking whether He Xiaoqiu had contacted him privately.

Zhang Deng thought about it and didn't know where to start.

Wei Yuanye said, "This is a long story."

Zhang Deng: “?”

Wei Yuanye: "Everyone can pay attention to it."

Zhang Deng: "Hmm?"

Wei Yuanye said: "Thumbs up to 200,000, Liangliang will tell everyone what happened recently."

Zhang Deng said with certainty, "You're possessed."

"I've been taken over by a high-quality anchor," Wei Yuanye said, not caring at all. "I'm still one hundred thousand likes short."

But Zhang Deng hadn't decided whether to say it or not.

He planned to wait until they had completely broken up before telling everyone about his experience. He actually wanted to give He Xiaoqiu some breathing room and didn't want to push him too hard.

Zhang Deng knew that everyone might think he was a coward, but he really didn't want to put He Xiaoqiu to death. He still wanted to solve the problem gently, decently, and like a scholar.

But things did not go as planned. Zan quickly broke through 200,000 and only reached 250,000.

Seeing that many people were urging to listen, Zhang Deng had no choice but to recount what happened yesterday, including the cause and effect from childhood to adulthood.

Although Zhang Deng reacts very slowly, he has a strong ability to express himself in words. He has his own unique narrative ability and can describe his subjective emotions while striving to be objective. He always analyzes his emotions and behaviors from the cause and effect, and tells everyone why he has such feelings and behaviors.

Although his stories were somewhat pathetic, they were very moving. Even Wei Yuanye, who already knew the general idea of ​​the story, could sit next to him and listen to it all over again without feeling bored.

Someone in the barrage said: "You have this kind of logical thinking ability, you will succeed in everything you do."

This was the first time Zhang Deng had been praised like this. Feeling a little embarrassed, he smiled and said, "Thank you. Being generous in praising others is a very valuable quality. You will be successful, too."

Zhang Deng slowly relaxed, as everyone had grown accustomed to their faces, and the barrage of comments finally stopped being so strange. He could now have a proper conversation.

"What a sincere little boy."

"Thank you," Zhang Deng said again, "--What is this?"

Wei Yuanye took a look and said, "Thank you for the gift."

Someone gave me a beautiful gift with special effects, and Zhang Deng asked, "Isn't this expensive?"

"How many meters?"

Zhang Deng also used a professional term. When he watched live broadcasts before, the anchors used "rice" instead of "money".

The commentator said: "You can get 50 meters."

"Thank you, thank you," Zhang Deng said, "it's so precious."

Barrage: “?”

Such a sincere sarcasm.

Wei Yuanye said: "It is indeed too valuable."

Okay, this is really weird.

Zhang Deng said, "Don't send any more gifts."

"I won't return it once I give it to you." Wei Yuanye said.

Zhang Deng: "Guard Yuanye!"

Wei Yuanye signaled that he would stop talking, and Zhang Deng looked at the camera again: "He was joking."

But I received several gifts one after another, and in a blink of an eye, the total amount was two or three hundred yuan.

Zhang Deng: "I really won't quit."

Wei Yuanye read out each name and thanked them one by one, then said, "The purpose isn't to receive gifts, but to talk to everyone. Liangliang doesn't plan to sell goods in the future. He wants to be a writer and will continue to write after this is over. If you find a publishing house, you can contact him. If you have any connections, please help me make contact."

"When Liangliang becomes famous in the future, he will definitely thank everyone for their support."

Wei Yuanye said: "I'll give everyone a red envelope."

He sent a 2,000 yuan red envelope in the live broadcast room, and then said: "Don't worry about him getting hurt. I will transfer it to Liangliang later. This is my welcome gift to everyone."

"Please pay more attention to him," Wei Yuanye said, "Thank you everyone."

Zhang Deng: “…”

Barrage: "Look back, the little boy behind you seems to want to get married."

Zhang Deng happened to see this comment and collapsed, "We're just friends!"

Comment: "It's okay to marry a friend like this."

I felt so tired after lighting the lights. It seemed like all my efforts tonight were in vain.

Couldn't sincere communication solve the problem? Zhang Deng began to question the power of words and expression.

He offered again: "I'm going to shut it down."

But the comments were filled with wailing, and many wanted to look at him a little longer. Zhang Deng, who had originally felt sorry for him, said, "What do you want to see?"

"Mom and Dad are fine with whatever they do."

Zhang Deng angrily said, "Turn it off!"

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