Chapter 17

Chu Linchuan put a shrimp into Xia Lanzheng's bowl and said, "Didn't you just say you were starving?"

Xia Lanzheng stuffed the shrimp into her mouth without peeling the shell, and bit into it with a crunching sound.

So, there's a reason some people can't be the main character. People with bad personalities, who love to play tricks on others and are vindictive are definitely not acceptable.

Even if he accidentally gets in, he will be offline immediately and become a cannon fodder among cannon fodders, a male supporting role among male supporting roles.

In short, if Xia Lanzheng had the opportunity to be the protagonist, she would definitely not even look at Chu Linchuan.

Halfway through dinner, the aunt came in and whispered something to Yang Yuxiao. Yang Yuxiao couldn't help laughing when she heard it, and with a big wave of her hand, a group of people came in from the door.

The scene was really exaggerated. Seven big men each carried a cardboard box into the house, put on white gloves, displayed and demonstrated the contents, and moved them out.

Xia Lanzheng was chewing the shrimp shell while looking at the ground, and almost swallowed the shell.

This issue of the magazine, which he participated in shooting, is piled up as high as a mountain.

Xia Lanzheng was almost numb: "Mom, you bought too much."

Yang Yuxiao put down her chopsticks and squatted down in her silk long skirt. She lifted the hem of her skirt and started to divide the food.

"This is from Aunt Su, this is from Mrs. Liu and Mrs. Zhang next door... I'm going to give this stack to my students tomorrow..."

Chu Lang is a man of few words when he eats, advocating for the idea of ​​not talking while eating, but today he joined in the fun: "I'll take some away tomorrow and bring it to the company."

Chu Linyu has been on vacation recently, and his daily routine has been disrupted, with his days and nights reversed. He was no longer sleepy after hearing this.

"I have a dinner party tomorrow, so should I bring some too?"

Xia Lanzheng was already in her twenties, and had never been coaxed like this before. Touched and embarrassed, she felt like a pot of boiling water.

His face flushed red, and he covered his cheeks with his palms and took a long breath: "Don't do this..."

Everyone started passing the book around, even the chef got two copies, and no one noticed Xia Lanzheng's struggle.

Only Chu Linchuan was still eating seriously. He drank a sip of the seafood soup, changed his spoon to chopsticks, and picked up a shrimp for Xia Lanzheng.

But this time he peeled the shell before handing it over: "Eat it, you'll get used to it."

Xia Lanzheng is easily embarrassed.

Every time Chu Linchuan peeled a shrimp, the words "I would rather starve to death than ask you for help" played in his mind.

Over and over again, it echoes one after another.

Xia Lanzheng felt uncomfortable all over, her eyes were dull, and she chewed mechanically.

Chu Linchuan was talking to him today as if he had taken some medicine, and his words were full of teasing: "What's wrong, are you dizzy with carbon monoxide? Well, sheep are herbivores."

A mountain of shrimp meat piled up in the bowl. Xia Lanzheng drank it down angrily, her cheeks puffing out in a rounded arc. "I'm full. I'm going back to my room to work."

Bao Bao had a special liking for Chu Linchuan's trouser legs, and Xia Lanzheng pulled at it awkwardly several times.

Chu Linchuan watched with great interest, without even moving his legs.

After ending the chaos downstairs, Xia Lanzheng returned to her room and her cell phone started ringing again.

There was an urging from Jiawei to start the show, and there were also greetings from Zhang Cheng, who I hadn't seen for a long time.

Xia Lanzheng was debugging the live broadcast equipment and was struggling with how to explain it to Zhang Cheng.

They weren't actually close friends, but they had a tacit understanding that they treated the square like their office. Xia Lanzheng basked in the sun while Zhang Cheng sketched the landscape day after day.

This new friend has a strong sense of boundaries. Every day when he wakes up, the first thing he does is send a message to Xia Lanzheng, asking him if he wants to go to the square.

I won’t say anything else, just this one sentence.

Xia Lanzheng thought to herself that summer was almost here, wouldn't it be hot to bask in the sun?

But thinking of Zhang Cheng's dejected face, he couldn't bear to refuse.

"Zhang Cheng: Want to come and bask in the sun?"

"X: Not today, but definitely next time."

"Come and bask in the sun?"

"No today, yes next time"

"Sunbathing?"

"Next time, for sure."

"sun?"

"next time."

Xia Lanzheng was about to join the crew for filming, so she definitely wouldn't be able to come next time, so he sent her a link.

"X: Sorry, I can't go recently, but I occasionally live broadcast, if you want, you can come and play with me qwq"

After posting, Xia Lanzheng threw away her phone and adjusted the filters, turning off the skin smoothing and face slimming, turning off everything that could be turned off.

According to Yu Jiawei's estimation, the live broadcast data tonight will be very good.

What Xia Lanzheng looks like and whether she is a photo scam is still unknown, but netizens will not miss the opportunity to have fun.

He was fearless as he had two days of live broadcast experience and was a new generation of anchor from the 21st century.

Give you some shock in the new media era of dog-blooded writing——

Ten minutes have passed since the broadcast started and the number of people online is 3.

Two platform robots, the other one is Yu Jiawei.

"Have you eaten yet, host?"

"What time is it over there, host?"

Xia Lanzheng advised, "Brother Yu, although I am very moved, please stop acting."

After a moment of silence, he posted a Weibo.

@夏蘭筝: I will hold my breath until someone comes to watch my live broadcast.

Yu Jiawei sent a private message.

"Brother Yu: The higher-ups have issued KPIs. If you don't meet them, your salary will be deducted. Stop being so silly and say something."

Xia Lanzheng couldn't believe it. He was only getting a basic salary now, so why was there still deductions?

So I sent a few more messages in a row.

@夏蘭筝: A sheep [link]

@夏蘭筝: Two Sheep [Link]

@Xia Lanzheng: Three Sheep [Link]

No one paid any attention, and the real lamb was already fast asleep at his feet, curled up in a ball of cotton, rising and falling lightly.

Xia Lanzheng thought that his name was cursed by the melodramatic article, so he made up his mind and changed his ID.

@AAA Wool Wholesaler: Free shipping for 0 pieces, come to the live broadcast room to place an order [link] ~

This time, netizens responded quickly. Anyone who saw this pop up on the homepage couldn't help but click in to find out what it was.

But seeing Xia Lanzheng's face, she was completely bewildered. Over a hundred people were in the livestream, and each one had a question mark.

It was late at night and Xia Lanzheng even laughed to herself.

"Don't go, don't go. What do you want to see?"

But in reality he had no choice. He only had a mobile phone and a microphone. He just wanted to show his face and he didn't prepare in advance.

There are comments that are speechless.

[It’s time to sleep. You should go to bed too. ]

Xia Lanzheng said, "Then I won't say anything and will help you sleep."

In fact, some of the comments were quite harsh, and many of the IDs were using Ning Xiyuan's name.

Ning Xiyuan, the popular star who filmed with Xia Lanzheng last time, probably thought that he was trying to ride on his popularity, so they formed a group to scold him.

When someone scolds someone, there will be someone who rebels. After all, Xia Lanzheng did nothing. She was just a handsome guy sitting there reading a book. She was really innocent.

[If you don’t like watching, just get out. Hello, get out. Do you hear me? ]

[You just rubbed it, but you don’t dare to admit it? ]

[Some people's leg hair is as uncultured as the person who wears it.]

These words were like a stone dropped into a lake, causing ripples.

[Who has leg hair? Honestly, it's leg hair?]

[The quality of your fans is not very good, why do you break down their defenses? ]

Yu Jiawei had guessed right. The number of people in the live broadcast room increased rapidly, but it didn't look good.

The young anchor who had two days of live broadcast experience was confused. He was reading the script and was wondering what was going on.

There are 2,000 people online, and 1,990 of them are peeking at the screen to watch the fun.

Xia Lanzheng didn't want to pamper anyone, so she put down her script and said, "We're a civilized livestream studio. Anyone who's uncivilized will be kicked out."

Just move the mouse and ask everyone who is cursing in the barrage to leave.

Yu Jiawei was dumbfounded on the other end. He had just started playing the trumpet to try to get back to the rhythm, but Xia Lanzheng ruthlessly kicked him out.

The young artist usually looks easy to bully, and anyone can hit him. But when he is really bullied, why does he get so angry?

Yu Jiawei went back to change into a large size, and Xia Lanzheng leaned in front of the camera, showing only the lower half of her face.

He turned off the lights in the room and turned on the night light.

The light was dim, creating an atmosphere. The pale yellow light was like a transparent veil, covering Xia Lanzheng's chin.

The camera wasn't high-definition, and Xia Lanzheng was moving around out of focus, so the scene appeared blurry.

The light is dim, which makes the people inside look special.

There are a few more yellow hearts in the barrage.

Yu Jiawei complained in his heart, was Xia Lanzheng doing it on purpose or what?

Then, those plump lips opened, and the voice was soft: "Is this how it helps you sleep?"

Xia Lanzheng held the book close to the microphone, not realizing she was so close. Her pinkish-white fingertips flicked the pages, and he listened quietly.

Click, click, it looks like that.

[How long does Zheng Zheng plan to broadcast? ]

The remaining viewers in the live broadcast room did not leave and called out nicknames in a friendly manner.

The eyes behind the camera curved slightly. Xia Lanzheng was learning and applying what she learned immediately. The high emotional intelligence class was not in vain.

"Play until you fall asleep."

*

Song Xinghuai moved the last box of goods into the warehouse.

Colleagues sat by the door, waiting for the next bus, leaving cigarette butts scattered across the floor. The smoke hung thick, and words like mortgage, car loan, children, and wife all gushed out of their mouths.

It was very noisy and annoying, so Song Xinghuai walked to an open space on the other side.

The little red dot on the phone did not move and stayed at the Chu family for five hours.

He clicked on Xia Lanzheng's live broadcast room, and the young man who was sitting upright suddenly came closer and lowered his head to adjust the angle.

The housecoat fell to the collarbone, revealing a suggestive expanse of white.

Song Xinghuai frowned, his lips curled slightly downwards. He leaned against the yellow poplar tree and quietly watched Xia Lanzheng's movements.

The other person covered his collar in panic and lowered his head again. His long hair blocked the camera, which was so close that it seemed to be scanning Song Xinghuai's face.

Song Xinghuai stroked the screen and brushed away the non-existent hair.

Xia Lanzheng's lips moved.

The pink lips opened and closed, as if saying something. Song Xinghuai hesitated for a few seconds and took out a pair of wired headphones.

It was almost eleven o'clock in the evening and it was very dark.

It’s not summer yet, and the night wind is still a little chilly. Fortunately, the wind no longer has the scent of heather.

The food stalls across the street were doing a brisk business, and even across the street I could faintly hear the crisp sound of beer bottles colliding.

Su Cheng took off his mask, the wind blowing in his face. He put away his sketchpad, and the sketch spread out on the stairs was covered with footprints.

He glanced at it, frowned and crumpled the paper into a ball. The white dove on the paper seemed to have broken wings and was ruthlessly rolled into his palm.

The square was deserted. Su Cheng pulled out a bottle of wine and his phone from his bag. He opened the can with one hand, letting the cold liquid pour down his throat.

At this time, he saw the message sent by Xia Lanzheng.

When I clicked on the link, a slender neck suddenly came into view.

Su Cheng's hand pressed down subconsciously, and the young man's Adam's apple seemed to roll in the palm of his hand.

Is it hot or cold?

Su Cheng swallowed it first. After the cool feeling, he felt a sudden spicy sensation, and his tongue tip felt tingling and numb.

He turned up the volume on his phone.

"The sound of turning pages is pretty nice, isn't it?"

Su Cheng closed his eyes.

Even the sound is perfect, like an ice cube dropped into a glass, both fragile and hard.

The ice slowly melted, oozing into the amber Amontillado sherry.

"Mr. Lu, why don't you take a break?"

Lu Yanqing wiped off the transparent liquid on the edge of the cup and moved away a wet document.

The lights were bright outside the blinds, and shadowy figures were visible through the gaps.

The night is long.

"It's okay, keep going."

Hua Xing disagreed and tried to persuade him: "Mr. Lu, you've been up all night for two consecutive days. Why don't you take a nap in the office?"

As he spoke, he opened the folding bed in the corner and went forward to collect the documents. As if afraid that Lu Yanqing would steal them, he locked them all in the safe.

Lu Yanqing closed his eyelids and watched his actions quietly.

Hua Xing looked genuinely anxious, and seeing Lu Yanqing's indifferent expression only made him even more anxious. Knowing that he had trouble sleeping, Hua Xing threw him a cell phone.

"How about you listen to something? I saw Sister Qi listening to something during her nap yesterday. She said it was quite useful."

Lu Yanqing lay down on the bed helplessly. Hua Xing poked his head in, turned off the lights, and said he would call him in half an hour.

The phone was slightly hot, so Lu Yanqing took off the cover and clicked on it to see the live broadcast interface.

The light from the screen was very dazzling in the darkness. Lu Yanqing closed his eyes and dimmed the brightness, and suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Something else? You don't have it on hand. How about a book?"

Lu Yanqing somehow didn't row away.

The paper passed through Xia Lanzheng's hands, and the soft sound slid across Lu Yanqing's eardrums.

Xia Lanzheng's hair covered the title page. He said wait a moment and tied his hair up.

The curly hair was still fluffy even when tied up, and it should feel similar to Draco's.

Lu Yanqing clenched his fingers, opened and closed them several times, and then released them.

I'm a little sleepy.

At half past eleven, more than 3,000 insomniac viewers gathered in the live broadcast room. The barrage of comments was particularly harmonious, and the screen was full of "Good night".

Xia Lanzheng flipped through the book with his left hand, and out of the camera's reach, his eyes fell on the script given by Yu Shuang.

The script is not complete, it only has its own part.

He is a mute little eunuch.

He didn't tell Cheng Lan about joining the group, and the two hadn't been in touch since he left school last time.

Later it was discovered that the WeChat account named "cl" was Cheng Lan's secondary account. At three o'clock in the morning yesterday, Cheng Lan posted a photo of the sky on his Moments.

One word to describe the copy: annoying.

Maybe he was busy with work, so Xia Lanzheng didn't dare to disturb him.

He read the script five times and then received a message from Yu Jiawei.

"Brother Yu: OK, end the broadcast."

Finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, Xia Lanzheng thought to herself that she must never play this again next time, as there was a risk of falling asleep.

As soon as my fingers touched the screen and before I could end the broadcast, a white head popped out of my arms.

Bao Bao leaned her head against him, blinked once, and then blinked again.

Feeling a chill on the back of her neck, Xia Lanzheng blinked twice and suddenly came back to her senses.

"Shhh."

This is a very human lamb, who doesn't listen to anything his master says.

“Mee——”

Eleven forty-five and twenty-seven seconds at night.

The 3,000 listeners in the live broadcast room opened their eyes at the same time.