The audience in Y God’s live broadcast room was still immersed in amazement, but the next second they heard Y God’s explosive speech.

For a moment, the live broadcast room was filled with question marks.

[Wait! Did I just have tinnitus? Otherwise, how could I have heard God Y yell "Her Majesty"?]

I think I heard it too...

【I also……】

The audience's initial doubts about life were quickly confirmed by other comments in the live broadcast room.

In a flash, the question marks on the screen quickly turned into exclamation marks.

[Y God, if you are possessed, just blink]

[When I heard that sentence just now, I almost thought my ears were broken]

[Wait! Y God, wake up! That's your buddy!]

[Hi, damn, bro...]

At first, God Y didn't pay any attention to the words he blurted out, and stared at Yan Chaochao on the screen without blinking.

After a while, God Y, who had recovered a little, looked at the screen full of exploding comments, blinked his eyes, and suddenly remembered.

I just...

What did you say?

When God Y finally caught the key information from the barrage, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and stuttered a little, which was unusual for him. "Wait... wait! It's not what you think!"

"Actually, it's because the scene just now was a little too similar to a skin I bought when I was playing a game before. That skin was a queen skin."

To convince the audience, Y even searched for skins from the game back then and placed them in front of the camera during the livestream: "That's the skin. I remember this game was quite popular back then, so I guess a lot of people have seen it."

Seeing the pictures that God Y searched for, players who have played the game had their memories jogged.

Even viewers who have never played that game have to admit that there are some similarities after seeing the pictures.

[Looking at it this way, it does look a bit like...]

[Old players who played this game back then would like to share that when this skin came out, many people actually shouted "Queen" in the forums (laughing and crying)]

[Yes, yes, yes! I still remember the scene on the forum at that time, a group of people chanted "Your Majesty, can I be your dog?"]

[I'm dying of laughter! What kind of magical development is this!]

So, Y-God, how much do you really like that skin? It's been 7 years since it came out, and you still remember it and were able to search it out so quickly (dog head)

Although after seeing the pictures of the Queen's skin, most netizens accepted Y God's explanation.

But some viewers' attention was secretly shifted to other places.

[Tsk tsk tsk, God Y, your reaction is a bit too obvious.]

Am I the only one who noticed that God Y didn't just call out "Yan Chao Chao" but "Lulu Lu" instead? (Sneak peek)

[I got it! And when Y-God said that, it really just came out of his mouth.]

"Other people care about your celebrity status and aura, but in my heart, you're just a good friend who plays games with me." I won't tell you who got mad at me (dog head)

[Hahahahahahaha, if this sentence didn’t have the last word “good brother”, it would still be quite good.]

[But after knowing that Lululu is Yan Chaochao, and even seeing the daily life of the rich woman in Yan Chaochao's family, it seems that God Y's attitude towards Yan Chaochao is still "Lululu who plays games with me". How should I put it... This feeling is very subtle and a little magical.]

I understand what you mean. Although many people watched the live broadcast because they knew Lululu was Yan Chaochao, what they cared about was the fun.

But when Y-god watched the live broadcast, it seemed like he was simply watching the life of a gaming friend he had never met through the screen.

While the audience in the live broadcast room was discussing heatedly, God Y breathed a sigh of relief after finishing his explanation.

The curls that fell beside his ears covered the faint blush of his ears.

***

In Yan Chaochao’s live broadcast room.

The moment Yan Chaochao walked out, designer Mido's eyes lit up and inspiration burst out in his mind like crazy.

In front of the live camera, Mido suddenly bent down to Yan Chaozhao and said loudly, "I'm sorry."

Then, under the stunned gaze of everyone in the audience, Mido clapped his hands violently and shouted loudly.

"light!"

Designer Assistant No. 1 rushed to the scene quickly carrying the lighting equipment.

"Props!"

Designer Assistants No. 2 and No. 3 brought out a series of Gothic-style accessories and props with dark red and pure black as the main colors from the storage room.

"photography!"

Designer Assistant No. 4 took the camera from the cabinet, turned it on, focused, and adjusted the light, all in one go.

The designer team moved so quickly that in just a few tens of seconds, the scene had transformed from a designer studio into a simple photo studio.

Under the occupation of the enthusiastic team of designers, even the original photography team of "Growing Up Together" has been forced to step aside and could only watch everything happening on the scene in amazement.

By the time the photographer reacted, his best shooting position had already been firmly occupied by Designer Assistant No. 4, who was carrying a camera.

【??? What on earth just happened?】

[Am I dazzled? Where on earth did all these roses, gothic black umbrellas...even scepters...come from?!]

[Holy crap! Is there some kind of magic going on in this designer's studio? Why has the atmosphere suddenly changed?!]

[Pfft—why are their movements so skillful? Aren't you a design team? Are you really not a filming team?]

If the live camera hadn't accidentally captured the surprised expression of the staff member nearby, I would have almost suspected that this was a hidden camera deliberately arranged by the production team.

[Hahahahahahahahahahaha, seeing that the production crew is just as surprised as we are, there's actually a delicate balance]

The photographer opened his mouth wide and looked at everything in front of him.

After a moment, he turned to look at Pei Lan and asked cautiously but with surprise, "Have they... always been like this?"

As early as when Mido shouted the first word, Pei Lan had already pulled Yan Xixi to sit on the tea table next to them. When the scene was turned upside down, Pei Lan and Yan Xixi were already sitting on the tea table and picked up the snacks.

Yan Xixi looked a little worried, and her eyes kept turning to Yan Chaochao in the field.

Pei Lan looked completely relieved. She held her chin gracefully and gently raised a finger to the filming team: "Please don't worry about it. This is the designer's inspiration."

The photographer was standing behind Designer Assistant No. 4, hesitating for a moment, then suddenly an idea flashed in his mind and he took a step forward to stand in front of Designer Assistant No. 4.

Noticing the presence of a stranger, Mido immediately cast a cold and vigilant glance over.

Being stared at in such a way, the photographer immediately broke out in a cold sweat on his back, as if he was being stared at by a bird of prey.

In the tense atmosphere, the photographer immediately said, "I'm a professional photographer."

Mido's eyes relaxed a little, but he still remained vigilant.

"While he was taking pictures, I could shoot behind-the-scenes footage next to him."

Mido's expression softened a bit.

"After today's shooting is over, I can send you the behind-the-scenes footage of today's shooting."

The decisive blow!

After hearing these three sentences, Mido's expression became visibly more friendly. He patted the photographer's shoulder, obviously agreeing that he should stand in the field.

It was not until this moment that the photographer finally breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the camera and aimed it at Yan Chaochao in the scene.

In the entire scene, apart from Pei Lan and Yan Xixi, the calmest person was Yan Chaochao, the topic center and the protagonist of the vortex.

When designer Mido shouted the first sentence, Yan Chaochao had already noticed the actions of the designer assistants in different positions.

But after seeing Pei Lan's actions, Yan Chaochao immediately relaxed.

If my mother and sister think there is no problem, then there must be no problem.

Yan Chaochao firmly believed this.

At this moment, surrounded by the entire team of designers, Yan Chaozhao only raised his brows slightly: "So...what do you need my cooperation with?"

Mido's gaze turned to Yan Chaochao, his eyes instantly becoming intoxicated, his voice almost moaning: "No need to cooperate, we will do everything we can to please you, Your Majesty."

Yan Chaozhao: ...

She glanced at Mido lightly and gave him a speechless look: "Speak normally."

Yan Chaochao's glance seemed to make the image that Mido had imagined in his mind when he designed this dress come alive in real life.

In an instant, Mido's heart was screaming wildly.

Ahhhhhhhh! Her Majesty's disdainful glance at me is so handsome!

But on the surface, Mido coughed lightly a few times: "Okay, my Queen."

Yan Chaochao had just relaxed for a moment when Mido suddenly turned around and shouted at Designer Assistant No. 2, "Hurry up and give Her Majesty the Queen her scepter!"

Yan Chaozhao: ...

So you didn't listen at all just now?

The next second, Assistant Designer No. 2 suddenly stood at attention: "Okay! Master!"

Then, Designer Assistant No. 2 knelt down in front of the astonished gaze of the audience and reverently handed the scepter to Yan Chaochao with both hands: "I present the scepter to you, my Queen."

The voiceover also heard Mido shouting: "It's my Queen!"

Almost at the same time, God Y in the live broadcast room silently repeated "My Queen" in his heart, and his earlobes turned red again inadvertently.

[Hahahahahahahahaha! Holy crap, is this still a designer studio? Why is everyone so exaggerated?]

[NO!!! Don't try to steal it from me. It's obviously my Queen, okay? (Woof woof)]

[This is so funny! My expression right now is exactly the same as Yan Chaozhao's: You're crazy!]

[Why are all the people in the third studio so funny? Hahahahahahaha]

[Joking aside, don't underestimate the third designer studio. Its lead designer is Mido, the one holding the microphone on screen. He's just in his early 30s and has already staged 11 international fashion weeks. He's a runway maniac. Every year, he receives requests for dress designs from both domestic and international clients, which is probably two to three years in the future.]

[Holy crap? Is it that awesome?]

[Seeing such an awesome boss being so stupid...why am I not a big boss when I'm just as stupid? (Pain Mask)]

[Maybe it's because your level of stupidity isn't good enough (dog head). Look at those designer assistants. Only those who are as stupid as the bosses can be in the same studio with them.]

Yan Chaochao took the scepter with a slight silence.

So...

Are there any normal people in your studio?!

The moment Yan Chaochao took over the scepter, Mido's eyes suddenly widened and a dreamy expression appeared.

In his initial imagination, the person wearing a suit and holding a scepter should be a fallen angel in mythology.

After passing through countless swamps, its wings had turned completely black, and it could only fall towards hell in pain and unwillingness, covered in mud.

But at this moment, looking at Yan Chaochao in front of him.

Although he was holding a scepter in his hand, he used the gesture of holding a sword. There was not a trace of submission to fate in his eyes, only contempt and resistance, as if he was telling something silently.

Want me to surrender to fate?

dream!

This is not a fallen angel.

This is……

Female warrior!

Mido's eyes became brighter and brighter. Under his command, Yan Chaochao changed the props in his hand one after another. The shutter sounds on the scene almost never stopped. Every picture made Mido's fingers tremble slightly with excitement.

By the end of the filming, Mido almost knelt down at Yan Chaochao's feet. The pair of sparkling eyes staring at Yan Chaochao made Yan Chaochao think of the big dogs looking at their owners in the short videos.

When Yan Chaochao and her group were finally about to leave, Mido instructed the designer's assistant to pack up the skirt Yan Chaochao was wearing today and handed it to her: "This is just a small token of my appreciation. When the new designs are ready, I wonder if there will be another opportunity to invite you to be one of the first guests to view them?"

Yan Chaochao turned to look at Yan Xixi. Pei Lan gently put her arm around Yan Chaochao's shoulders and smiled slightly, "Of course."

***

After coming out of the third designer's studio, Pei Lan slightly curled the corners of her mouth as she looked at Yan Chaochao, who yawned silently in the back row with a sleepy look on his face.

Then, Pei Lan and the driver ordered, "Go back."

"Huh?" Yan Xixi widened her eyes in surprise.

According to her previous experience of going "shopping" with her mother, after trying on clothes, they usually go to the tea room to try on jewelry.

Pei Lan saw through Yan Xixi's thoughts at a glance and smiled gently: "Why, do you still want to continue shopping?"

"No, no, no..." Yan Xixi shook her head instantly, "Just go home, just go home."

Looking at Yan Xixi's relieved expression, Pei Lan couldn't help laughing.

Just as the car was about to start, Yan Chaozhao slowed down a little and asked curiously, "Hey? Don't you need to prepare clothes for Dad?"

"No need." Pei Lan signaled the driver to drive with her eyes and replied lightly, "Your father is welcome to do whatever he wants."

[Prosperous and dazed, Yan's father, miserable]

[It’s so funny. Why are you so hypocritical?]

To her daughter, Yan's mother: I personally took her to the designer's studio, made clothes for her, and booked a whole row of clothes for her.

To her husband, she said to her mother: "Whatever."

[Hahahahahahahahahahahaha, Dad Yan is at home, tears are about to fall]

[Father Yan: Why do I always feel like an outsider in this family...]

The day's filming ended perfectly, and Yan Chaozhao and his group returned home.

When they arrived home, Yan Hongzhuo was in the living room. Seeing them come home, Yan Hongzhuo pretended to be calm and put down the magazine that had only been opened to the first page, and greeted them calmly: "You're back."

Pei Lan smiled softly: "Yeah."

"Dinner is ready." Yan Hongzhuo closed the financial magazine and put it aside. "Now that you're back, I'll ask the chef to serve the food."

Yan Hongzhuo's cell phone was lying upside down on the table.

Before sitting down, Pei Lan gently touched the phone case with his fingers.

A piece of hot.

Pei Lan tilted her head slightly, looked at Yan Hongzhuo's natural expression, and couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth.

However, since Yan Hongzhuo wanted to pretend, Pei Lan had no intention of exposing him on the spot.

But the audience in the live broadcast room would not give Yan Hongzhuo any face.

[Come to think of it, the magazine in Yan's father's hand seems to have only been turned to the first page just now (dog head)]

[Oh my god! What are you looking at? You can even see that?!]

So, how did Yan's father know they would come back for dinner? (Thinking)

【Of course it’s because of some (stealing) hearts (stealing) TV (watching) feelings (live broadcast)】

[(Doghead) I'm Yan's father. I said I didn't watch the live broadcast, and that's exactly what I meant.]

[Hahahahahaha, you are a bunch of bad guys who want to sabotage the show]

[Shh—give Yan's father some face]

For a moment, the live broadcast room was filled with barrages of "Shhhhhhhh", which made the situation even more obvious.

Yan Hongzhuo didn't know that his secret watching of the live broadcast had been ruthlessly seen through by netizens.

At dinner, he pretended to be curious and asked where they had been that afternoon.

Pei Lan looked at him with an understanding smile. Yan Hongzhuo coughed lightly twice and exchanged a glance with Pei Lan.

The next second, Yan Xixi ruthlessly exposed Yan Hongzhuo's disguise: "Didn't the housekeeper tell you about our itinerary?"

Yan Hongzhuo was suddenly startled, "Ha...haha, how could it be..."

Yan Xixi watched Yan Hongzhuo perform quietly: "Dad, we went out today in your favorite car. You told the housekeeper before that if we use that car, we must tell you who we are going to and where we are going."

Yan Hongzhuo: ...

[Hahahahahahahaha, I was exposed on the spot]

[Father Yan: I’m tired. Let’s destroy this world!]

[I'm dying of laughter. I didn't realize when I watched the live broadcast before that Yan's father is actually so arrogant?]

[On the surface, Yan's father: serious, earnest

In reality, Yan's father secretly watched his daughter and wife's live broadcast behind their backs, pretending he wasn't watching, only to be caught red-handed.

[Hahahahahahaha, Xixi, give your dad some face! ]

After this question and answer, Yan Hongzhuo didn't say much during the meal.

After dinner, Yan Hongzhuo did not stay downstairs. Instead, he made an excuse, saying that he had some things to deal with, and left the living room and went upstairs.

Yan Chaochao turned around and looked in the direction Yan Hongzhuo left, but Yan Xixi looked calm.

Shortly after Yan Hongzhuo left, Pei Lan also left his seat with a smile and went upstairs.

On the second floor where there were no cameras, Pei Lan pushed open the door of the study and saw Yan Hongzhuo sitting in front of the screen.

Pei Lan walked around to the computer and saw that Yan Chaochao’s live broadcast was playing on the screen.

Seeing this expected scene, Pei Lan couldn't help but chuckle.

Hearing the laughter, Yan Hongzhuo finally reacted and coughed twice, feeling a little embarrassed: "Why are you here?"

"You were watching the live broadcast, didn't you know I would come?" Pei Lan smiled gently and looked at Yan Hongzhuo.

The next second, Pei Lan leaned over and gently kissed him on the cheek: "What I said in the live broadcast room was a lie. The New Year's dress prepared for you has been ordered and will be delivered to your home tomorrow."

"I don't care about these. Just take care of yourself and prepare." Yan Hongzhuo pretended to be calm.

Pei Lan looked at Yan Hongzhuo's rapidly raised mouth corners and smiled softly in his heart.

***

Cheng Aotian has been very irritable recently.

After getting this great opportunity, he cherished it very much and planned everything properly.

But recently, everything that happened seemed to be beyond his control without him realizing it.

Originally in the NICE group, he debuted as the center and was the most popular contestant, with all resources tilted towards him.

In Cheng Aotian's eyes, all this is as it should be.

However, recently, the company has clearly increased its investment in other members, and the energy devoted to him has also decreased. Under such circumstances, the popularity of other members has continued to rise. Although his popularity has remained the same, he already feels a sense of crisis that he will be overtaken by other members.

The one who made him feel the greatest sense of crisis was Owen Bo, who was also in the NICE group.

Owen Bo, who was supposed to soar to fame in the talent show, only got the last place in the debut after his sudden appearance, and his popularity has been in the middle since his debut.

But recently, his popularity has been rising, and there is even a tendency to surpass him.

All this made Cheng Aotian feel inexplicably panicked.

He felt for no reason that this wasn't supposed to be the way it was.

After finishing a day's trip, Cheng Aotian leaned against the nanny car, listening to the other members of the NICE group and Owen Bo laughing and joking, and couldn't help but frowning.

Feeling bored, Cheng Aotian opened his mobile phone and clicked on the hot search on Starlight Blog.

At the top of the hot search list is a familiar name——

#Yan Chaozhao——My Queen#

Grass!

Cheng Aotian felt a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, and his chest felt even more stuffy for a moment.

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