Chapter 192 He is Lu Yanzhi, and she has become a joke]

On the stage, after Qin Yiyang put down his brush, the audience burst into applause.

The host present was a little embarrassed.

Before the program was recorded, they accepted gifts from Shen Yan's agent and fans, and promised to use other people to set off Shen Yan and let Shen Yan show her face.

As a result, Qin Yiyang's writing was so fast that Shen Yan's handwriting looked like that of a primary school student.

Well, the face wasn’t shown, but the butt was.

But the host knows how to talk very well.

He smiled and said, "Yangyang, can you give me this calligraphy? I really like it and want to collect it!"

After these words were spoken, Shen Yan on the stage, the agent and the fans in the audience all looked unhappy.

But the host suddenly changed the subject, "Isn't it the 15th day of the seventh lunar month? Legend has it that the gates of hell open on this day. I want to hang it at home to ward off evil spirits."

Suddenly, Shen Yan's fans burst into laughter.

This is a mockery of Qin Yiyang's handwriting that looks like scribbles!

They all expressed that they also wanted Qin Yi Yang to write calligraphy.

"I want to hang it in my bedroom to ward off evil spirits, too!"

"Add me one! I'll hang it in the bathroom to ward off evil spirits, and if I run out of toilet paper, I can use it to wipe my butt! Great!"

As he spoke, the fans covered their lips and burst into laughter.

This made Qin Yiyang's fans standing by very angry!

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, you're angry. Why can't you take a joke~" Shen Yan's fans blinked innocently.

Then he whispered provocatively, "Qin Yiyang's handwriting is rubbish, so what if he is only fit to wipe people's butts?"

When they spoke, their eyes widened and their lips pressed particularly hard, just like the little gangster girls in Korean dramas.

Ah! How infuriating!

Qin Yiyang's fans wanted to slap these little girls in the face with their shoes.

At this time, Qin Yiyang spoke up, "Little sister, why can't you be poor in your butt? The anus is very delicate, you have to wipe it with a soft tissue, otherwise what if your hemorrhoids burst?"

Hemorrhoids! Acne! Burst!

Shen Yan's fans were shocked, "You have hemorrhoids!"

"Girl, you are too strong-willed." Qin Yiyang held his forehead with his hand and smiled bitterly, and took out a tube of hemorrhoid cream, "Girl, you don't have to be strong, because your strength is here!"

"Strong Hemorrhoid Cream, let your butt be brave enough to be yourself! You deserve it~"

Shen Yan fans: “?”

Isn't she sick!!!

People's joys and sorrows are not the same. After hearing what Qin Yiyang said, the others couldn't stop laughing.

——【God damn "Your strong is coming!"】

——【I, the king of hemorrhoids, Ma Xlong, refuse to accept the offer! 】

——【The strongest among the strong, pay me! 】

At this moment, there was a sudden noise at the studio door.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw an old man trying to force his way in, clamoring to become Qin Yiyang's disciple.

The host already has a headache about not being able to control the situation.

Now another old man showed up. The host was so annoyed that he said to the staff, "Hurry up and get that old man out. Do you really think that anyone can come into the studio?"

The groundskeeper was a little embarrassed: "This person looks familiar, I'm afraid he has some background."

The host sneered, "Who is he? I think he's just a stinky old man!"

There is a bullet screen floating on the screen.

——【He does look familiar, like Mr. Ouyang.】

——【The people above are sailors, right? Why can’t I believe that a calligraphy master would have nothing better to do than to watch this kind of variety show?】

——【Qin Yiyang really didn’t log off for the sake of hype! 】

——【That’s right! The more something is lacking, the more it will be marketed. Please understand! 】

Ever since Shen Yan was admitted to the Film Academy with first place in both cultural subjects and arts examinations, Shen Yan's fans have emerged in droves as if from the soil has been reborn.

A passerby took out a picture.

——【If I take out this picture, how will you respond? 】

The picture shows the hot search terms about Shen Yan during this period.

There are 10 entries related to "academic master".

15 entries related to beauty.

7 entries related to acting.

There are too many CP-related terms.

——【Laugh and get rich! If this is according to the theory of Shen Yan’s fans, Shen Yan is lacking a lot! 】

——【I think she is quite wicked.】

——【How much does it cost for her to be on so many trending searches? Assuming that one trending search has 100,000 views, how much does it cost?】

——[Stop making noise, I'm grilling! ]

Netizens were all laughing.

Until someone found out the identity of this old man, he was the contemporary calligrapher, Mr. Ouyang.

The old gentleman has countless students, and his calligraphy has been copied by millions of people. He also participated in the design of the millennium commemorative stamps.

A true master!

Even the director of the TV station has always wanted to invite Mr. Ouyang to write an inscription for the station.

Unfortunately, Master's wish was destined to fail.

Because the host complained about the noise, he had the "stinky old man" kicked out!

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After the recording was finished, the director came with a gloomy face.

The scene was in chaos.

Qin Yiyang was in a good mood.

She admired her "masterpiece" and bared her little white teeth.

Thinking that this was her first brush calligraphy in her life, she planned to frame it and give it to Yan Zi as a souvenir.

He said he doesn't have a birthday, so let's consider today as his birthday.

Qin Yiyang bought a cake, held the framed calligraphy, and happily came to the hotel where Lu Yanzhi was staying.

Originally, she wanted to call Lu Yanxia to pick her up.

But this was Lu's hotel, so the Lu staff naturally recognized her and came over to greet her, "Madam, it's so heavy, let me help you get it!"

"You are looking for Mr. Lu, right? Here is your card. Mr. Lu seems to have gone out this morning. You can go to the room and wait for him."

Having said that, he enthusiastically wanted to send Qin Yiyang to the top floor.

Qin Yiyang: "No, I'll just wait for him here."

"That won't do. We've read the love diary you wrote on Little Red Potato. Mr. Lu has always loved you, Madam. How could he bear to let you wait for him in the lobby!" The staff smiled.

Qin Yiyang: "..."

The elevator is coming.

Unfortunately, there were too many people and Qin Yiyang's calligraphy and paintings could not fit in the room.

Staff: "Madam, please go up first. I will take the next elevator and take you there later."

Just like that, Qin Yiyang came to the door of the presidential suite in a daze, carrying a birthday cake.

She knocked on the door, but no one opened it for a long time.

She was wearing high heels on the show, and it was indeed uncomfortable for her to stand for a long time, so she used the door card to open the door.

Unexpectedly, there was someone in the room.

I saw Yan Zi standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the room answering the phone.

He had just taken a shower and was still wearing a navy blue bathrobe.

Maybe the call came at an unfortunate time, and she hadn't had time to tie the rope around her waist, so it just hung loosely on both sides of her body. Her strong abdominal muscles were more prominent in the light.

Qin Yiyang was about to start thinking wildly when he heard him say:

"It seems that Lu Pengfei finally couldn't help himself and took action."

"During this period, he has been secretly transferring Lu's assets. I know the number and amount."

"They set up the stage and actually performed. They thought I was really missing, and it was fun to watch."

After just three sentences, Qin Yiyang froze in place.

The scenes of the past flashed through her mind, and she realized that she had overlooked so many details.

Just like the cake in my hand, it became a joke.

She is probably also a swallow - no, one of the fun things mentioned by Lu Yanzhi.

Or maybe she was his number one joy.

In front of the window, Lu Yanzhi raised his eyes with an indifferent expression.

Through the reflective glass, he saw a familiar figure standing behind him.

After seeing the face clearly, his hand holding the phone paused.

The ease and confidence in his eyes were completely changed in this instant...