Lu Wanwan wanted to sit over there, but then she thought it was not a good idea, so she jumped onto the tree and sat on the trunk.

Her unintentional move just happened to shield Mo Bai from the sun.

Not long after, a new round of gossip came out -

"Xu He considerately shields the great god from the sun and rain, he is responsible for being beautiful, and she is responsible for making money to support the family!"

The post was posted on the forum homepage with a big title, and within a few minutes, there were thousands of replies.

Although the characters in the game are not afraid of the wind and sun, Xu He was so considerate of the master that he didn't even want to let the master get exposed to the sun in the game. This scene was so touching that it made people want to shed tears of emotion!

Lu Wanwan didn't realize that something was wrong until she received a private message from Sanqian Rejiu. She

immediately opened the forum and saw the number of replies to the two posts on the forum homepage soaring. Lu Wanwan wanted to hit the ground with her head.

Why are these people who eat melons so much in their inner drama? ! She, the person involved, didn't think of these things!

She didn't know how to explain it again to make everyone believe that the master was just trying to gain experience and was very irresponsible. He just hung up while trying to gain experience.

Because Mo Baizhijian was offline, Lu Wanwan had to practice her skills by herself. Strangely, not long after, Mo Baizhijian suddenly went offline without even saying hello.

Lu Wanwan could only sigh that the master is worthy of being a master, but he is aloof.

In the afternoon and evening, eight hours passed, and Mo Baizhijian still did not come online.

Lu Wanwan practiced her skills with Jiu Dianxia, ​​but the results were still terrible. The screen was full of defeats, which was simply unbearable to watch.

Before going to bed at night, Lu Wanwan habitually opened Weibo to check the news about Han Jingmo. Although she felt that she had stopped being a fan of Han Jingmo, she could not change the habit of paying attention to his status for a while.

She felt that it was not because she did not stop being a fan thoroughly enough, but because of habit.

Yes, that's how I comfort myself.

But after just scrolling through a few pages, I was suddenly startled by a message on Sina Entertainment: Han Jingmo was injured on the set and rushed to the hospital...

This Weibo post was published at 21:48, and it's already 2336 minutes, two hours have passed.

Lu Wanwan jumped up from the bed, immediately opened the address book, and called Lu Guanghan. As soon as the call was connected, he asked: "Is Han Jingmo injured? Is it serious?"

Lu Guanghan on the other end of the phone said unhappily: "You called me for this? I'm upstairs from you!"

"Isn't it more convenient to talk like this?" Lu Wanwan got off the bed and asked: "What happened to Han Jingmo? Is he seriously injured?"

"Didn't you stop being a fan? Why do you still care about him? I, your brother, only slept for three hours yesterday, why don't you care?"

Lu Wanwan opened the door, walked up the stairs to the third floor, and said as he walked: "Didn't I make pork rib soup for you this morning?"

When Lu Guanghan mentioned this, he felt an indescribable taste in his mouth and became even angrier: "You call that pork rib soup? Even dark cuisine is not as bad as your pork rib soup."

"..." Lu Wanwan was not convinced: "Can my cooking be as bad as Gu Qiaobei's?"

Gu Qiaobei had previously recorded a food program and made a dish of sweet and sour spare ribs in the program. The program crew was also very straightforward. Whatever he made was what it looked like when it was broadcast, without any falsehood.

Judging from the appearance, it is no longer sweet and sour spareribs. It is so dark that you can't even see its original appearance. Gu Qiaobei was also awarded the title of mudslide in the food industry.

Lu Guanghan admired Gu Qiaobei very much and had always wanted to dig him out from Linhuang. He threw many olive branches and even paid the penalty for breach of contract, but Gu Qiaobei was unmoved.

Lu Guanghan sneered contemptuously: "How can you compare with Xiao Qiao?"

Xiao Qiao is the recognized name of Gu Qiaobei in the entertainment industry. Not only fans call him that, but even the media call him that when they interview him.

Lu Wanwan got goosebumps all over her body and said weakly: "Okay, I'm outside your room, open the door." After

hanging up the phone, the door was opened from the inside. Lu Guanghan was wearing pajamas and holding an eye mask in his hand. He looked down at her: "It's too late to care about me now."

"Who wants to care about you? Where is Han Jingmo injured? Is it serious?"

Lu Guanghan snorted and waved his hand to close the door.

Lu Wanwan was quick to respond. She stretched out her hand and blocked his action of closing the door, saying in a flattering manner: "Brother, just tell me."

Lu Guanghan was so angry that he said: "I don't think you will ever stop being his fan in this life!"

"Why, he is also your artist. Are you so eager for the artist to lose fans? What good boss in China? It's all empty talk."

Lu Guanghan was annoyed by her and paused for a moment before saying: "His hand was injured when he was shooting the commercial. It's not serious. You don't have to worry."

"Oh, my brother is the best to me after all." Lu Wanwan stood on tiptoe to give him a loving pat on the head. She ruffled his hair before stopping and said caringly: "Look at the dark circles under your eyes. Go to bed and don't look at Teacher Cang. Be good."

"Lu! Wan! Wan! You are a girl!"

"No, I am a fairy." Lu Wanwan shook her index finger: "I won't bother you anymore, have a good rest, good night, brother."

After saying good night to Lu Guanghan and returning to the room, Lu Wanwan lay on the bed tossing and turning but couldn't fall asleep. How could she hurt her hand? It shouldn't be serious.

Oh, forget it, people who have been expelled from the fan club are not qualified to care about the big guys.

When she woke up the next day, it was already twelve o'clock in the afternoon. After a simple lunch, she turned on the computer and logged into "Drunken Dreams".

If I remember correctly, her PK with Pai Gu Da Xia will be tomorrow.

In the friend list, only Mo Baizhijian is online.

Lu Wanwan sent a private message.

[Private Message] Lu He: Good morning, master.

[Private Message] Mo Baizhijian: Good morning.

[Private chat] Xu He: Are you still playing the dungeon today?

After a while, Mo Baizhijian replied,

[Private chat] Mo Baizhijian: Qionghua Valley, accept the C-level mission.

[Private chat] Xu He: C-level mission?

Another two minutes passed before the other party replied.

[Private chat] Mo Baizhijian: Last time, it was a D-level mission, simple. Today I will accept the C-level, exercise, you operate.

[Private chat] Xu He: Master, are you busy?

Not only are you slow to reply, but even your words are very concise. Lu Wanwan still waited for another two minutes before getting a reply.

[Private chat] Mo Bai Zhijian: My hand is injured, so I type slowly. C level, you can handle it yourself.

[Private chat] Xu He: Master, is your hand injured? Is it serious?

[Private chat] Mo Bai Zhijian: Not bad.

Lu Wanwan frowned. Master, is he also injured?

Han Jingmo's hand is also injured.

This... can't be such a coincidence.

Thinking back to the last basketball game, it seemed that he and Han Jingmo played basketball at the same time...