Chapter 012 Live Broadcast of Sacrifice to Heaven

All the guests were stunned, and Qian Wei, as a female star, even used swear words.

"Fuck, that's awesome."

Is there such an operation?

Even the director team didn't expect it.

Only Zhou Chong said, "Qingshan Xiaobao, you are so awesome!"

This one is even more heavyweight.

In this case, you can still brag about it.

The director team reasonably suspected that if Shan Qingshan really threw Pan Yingzhe into the cesspool, Zhou Chong would also applaud on the side.

Shan Qingshan pulled Pan Yingzhe back.

Pan Yingzhe's legs went limp and he fell to the ground, still feeling frightened.

"It seems like I'm too milky."

He slowly raised his head and looked at Shan Qingshan, "The program crew may not be human, but you are a real dog."

Shan Qingshan's voice was even, "I'm sorry."

Pan Yingzhe couldn't stand up for a long time.

The jealousy and imbalance in his heart towards Shan Qingshan were dispelled by this push.

Even if Shan Qingshan makes his debut, it should be on another track.

He is so terrible.

After everyone recovered from Shan Qingshan's shocking push, they all turned their targets to the ones they thought were the remaining ones, Dong Hailan and Fang Rong.

Relatively speaking, Fang Rong's will be simpler.

Shan Qingshan extended his hand to Pan Yingzhe, "Are you okay?"

Just as Pan Yingzhe was about to take his hand, he met Zhou Chong's sharp gaze. In a flash, he understood something, silently withdrew his hand, and stood up.

He used to think that Zhou Chong liked being with Shan Qingshan because of their brotherly love.

Now it seems that he is in love.

But it's only been a few days? How can it be true?

I guess the young master was attracted by the clean, pretty and handsome country boy and was happy for a while. After the show was finished, they patted their butts and left.

But for Shan Qingshan, sadness is secondary, a bend is a lifetime.

Pan Yingzhe imagined a whole drama in his mind.

Zhou Chong: "Qingshan Xiaobao, let's go do other tasks."

Shan Qingshan: "Okay."

It seems that Shan Qingshan doesn't know what Zhou Chong is thinking.

Pan Yingzhe grabbed Shan Qingshan's clothes.

"Should you...keep some distance from Zhou Chong?"

Shan Qingshan’s first reaction was mission.

Just lie to him, "Zhou Chong's mission has been completed."

"No, I mean..." Pan Yingzhe thought for a moment and changed his approach, "Are you gay?"

Shan Qingshan said coldly, "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

Pan Yingzhe said: "Zhou Chong is not normal. He likes men."

Shan Qingshan was young after all, and was slightly surprised when he first came into contact with it, but he quickly realized that "gay" should mean homosexuality. Otherwise, there was no way to explain how Pan Yingzhe knew about it.

The surprise on Shan Qingshan's face faded away, and his expression became colder than usual.

"He's just different from the person you like, why do you say he's abnormal?"

"I...I'm sorry, that's not what I meant. I just wanted to remind you. Boys should protect themselves when they are outside."

Shan Qingshan understood the hidden meaning in his words.

"I know you'll leave."

He is very sober.

He and Zhou Chong are from two different worlds.

Zhou Chong will leave, and nothing will stay.

Over there, Qian Wei and Dong Hailan have already begun to conspire against Fang Rong.

After some discussion.

The conclusion is - don’t dare.

Shan Qingshan saw this and said, "Let's go."

Zhou Chong nodded.

There is no need to continue.

Each of them completed one, and together with the other they could complete two.

The remaining task is to check the abdominal muscles, which is relatively simple. Even if you complete it, it is only one.

As for Dong Hailan’s mission.

If they were no longer in the entertainment industry tomorrow, they would be able to do it.

Everyone in the yard was besieging Fang Rong.

Shan Qingshan and Zhou Chong walked a long way away when they heard Fang Rong shouting.

Qian Wei used the poor excuse of looking at her sweater to sneak attack him, and he lifted up her clothes and saw her little belly underneath.

No eight-pack abs.

Shan Qingshan turned to look at Zhou Chong, "What do you need me to do?"

Zhou Chong's heart skipped a beat.

He knew that Qingshan Xiaobao was asking about the mission, but he still misunderstood it.

It seemed that as long as he said it, Qingshan Xiaobao would do it without hesitation.

Then he wanted Qingshan Xiaobao to hug him, kiss him, snuggle into his arms, tilt his head up, and ask him if he wanted to do it?

Zhou Chong covered his face.

He was 26 years old and had been dating the person he liked for three years. His experienced soul was matched with the impulsive body of an 18-year-old.

It is a big test.

He seems perverted.

Zhou Chong suddenly remembered the closeness between him and Qingshan Xiaobao in his previous life.

Qingshan Xiaobao is very shy and proactive, and he wants a lot.

When will Qingshan Xiaobao in front of me be able to evolve into that?

When Zhou Chong thought about Qingshan Xiaobao in front of him still standing straight, he realized that the above fantasies would not happen, and his heart sank.

"Just smile at me."

Shan Qingshan waited for a long time to hear this sentence. He suspected that this was not the task of the program team.

Simply outrageous.

"Why?"

…

What about tacit understanding?

Aren’t we talking about the program team’s mission?

But you can’t tell me, it has to be kept secret.

Zhou Chong was silent for a moment, then looked at him. "I like people with nice smiles. Do you want to smile at me?"

A mountain breeze blew between the two of them.

Shan Qingshan: "So you don't like me now?"

Zhou Chong flirted and failed.

Sweating profusely, as if facing a powerful enemy.

"No! I don't! I like you! Honey, there can't be such a connection between your two sentences, right? Isn't it obvious that I like you?"

Shan Qingshan ignored him and went home.

The live broadcast room exploded.

【He said he liked him! 】

[But this situation can be mistaken for love between friends! I hate it! ]

[Looking at Qingshan Xiaobao's expression, this love is the purest love. Why are there always such an inexplicable difference between the two of you! ]

[Are they really gay? ]

…

When Shan Qingshan returned home, his grandmother was still taking a nap.

Shan Qingshan went straight into the house.

Zhou Chong followed behind him.

"Xiaobao, smile a little."

Shan Qingshan ignored him.

Zhou Chong suddenly stretched out his hand, put it into his clothes, and put it on his waist.

Shan Qingshan shuddered, dodged, and fell directly onto the bed. After holding back for a while, he couldn't help laughing out loud, but thinking that his grandmother was sleeping, he didn't dare to laugh out loud. His laughter was so soft and weak that he didn't threaten him with any momentum.

"Stop... stop tickling me, let go! Haha, ha..."

Zhou Chong, who originally just wanted to complete the task, suddenly heard a "boom" in his head.

It's not simple anymore.

Shan Qingshan was having a hard time holding back his smile, his pale face flushed, a smile on his face like a blooming flower. There was nowhere to hide under his hands, his body trembled and twisted, as if he couldn't bear it.

Don't?

Let go?

It was fine if he didn't touch his body, but once he did, everything felt soft, fragrant, and thin, making him lovable.

"Zhou Chong!"

Shan Qingshan couldn't bear the itch, feeling embarrassed and annoyed. She stared at him with red eyes, which made Zhou Chong completely infatuated.

"Um?"

Zhou Chong pressed forward, his voice hoarse and his heart beating rapidly.

Shan Qingshan grabbed his wrist, "Stop scratching! Grandma is sleeping!"

Zhou Chong suddenly woke up and stopped what he was doing, but he couldn't stop thinking about it. He didn't know where the car went.

He lowered his head and pressed closer.

"Do you want to do it with me..."

The live broadcast room went dark.

[This live broadcast room has been banned for suspected violations. If you have any questions, please contact the administrator]

"No!!!"

The director team burst into tears.

The live broadcast room, which was worth eight figures and was still growing rapidly, was gone in the blink of an eye.