Chapter 58 Chapter 58

"Why do we have to eat squid on a skewer?" The masked anchor fiddled with a string of squid, but couldn't find where to start.

He imitated the others and took a bite:

"Wow, is this called eating skewers? It's so delicious!"

[Have you never eaten it before? If you don't eat at snack stands, how much fun you will miss in your life! ]

[The grilled fish stand next door is also delicious, I've tried it myself. ]

The anchor bought another grilled fish.

"It's grilled so dry, black..." He looked at the finished product and was a little disgusted.

He eats fresh fish every day, and only ate steamed meat paste during the period of recuperation after the rejection, and the taste was not as good as live fish.

The masked anchor bit into the grilled fish, which was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the aroma was overflowing:

"It smells so good!"

[I was waiting for this sentence, it smells so good, although it's late, but it's here. /狗头/】

【It's a pity that the mask doesn't cover the mouth, otherwise you can take it off and eat. /算盘/】

【I'm hungry, this is a food show that was delayed by mermaid language! 】

【The mermaid Mu Mu who recently endorsed Wen's has become very popular. When will the anchor connect with Mu Mu? I want to see it! 】

【+1, if the most popular anchor and the most popular cute pet are in the same frame, the traffic in the live broadcast room will not break the record? 】

"Ahem!" The masked anchor suddenly choked.

"No connection today, I'm going to the award ceremony soon."

He quickly explained and ordered another lobster to suppress the surprise.

【It's indeed the material for being a food show, with a good appetite and delicious food. I'm losing weight, so I'm going to quit first. /淚奔/】

【Fuck, look at the gift list! 】

【Boss is confused, the masked anchor won't connect today, even if you are ranked first, I won't help you translate mermaid! 】

【I'm going to fight with you rich people! I'm going to call the police, Wu'er~Wu'er~】

The anonymous user ignored the bullet screen and continued to send gifts, special effects and star coins flew all over the screen...

Wen Ming gave a lot without realizing it.

There was no special reason, just watching the masked anchor eat deliciously, which reminded Wen Ming of the little mermaid who also had a good appetite.

"Thank you for all the gifts!"

The masked anchor heard the announcement, pounded his chest and swallowed a big mouthful of food:

"Thank you! But there is no live broadcast session this time, I will connect with you after I finish the event!" "Admiral Wen

." Special Assistant Xu knocked on the office door, "The airship is ready." "

Wait a minute."

Wen's has a business event today, and Wen Ming also has to show up, so before he left in the morning, he told Mu Mu that he would be home a little later.

It seemed that it was time for the masked anchor to leave, and he shuttled between the snack stands with a takeaway bag:

"Boss, it's delicious, give me another portion, I'll take it back for my family to try!"

Wen Ming turned off his computer.

"Assistant Xu, where is the award ceremony for the live broadcast platform?"

Assistant Xu checked: "It's right next to the event we are going to."

Wen Ming nodded in an ambiguous tone: "Let's go."

It is very easy to freeze the position of the masked anchor in the crowd.

Wen Ming got off the airship and found that there was a noise not far away. He could vaguely distinguish the shouts of "The masked anchor is coming."

There were fans asking for autographs and taking photos in the crowd, reporters holding microphones, and Internet celebrities who were broadcasting live and recording "The masked anchor's first public appearance"...

The crowd was moving and it was impossible to see the center clearly.

"Oh my god, why are you surrounded by so many fans?"

Assistant Xu looked from a distance and frowned, "The Masked Anchor is a top star in the Star Interstellar, doesn't he even have assistants and bodyguards?"

He glanced at the time and reminded, "General, the event is about to start, let's go in."

Wen Ming stared at the crowd for a few seconds, lowered his eyes, turned around and left.

"Huh? Where are you?" " You

were signing autographs here just now, how come you disappeared in the blink of an eye?"

"Over there!"

Wen Ming looked back with a sense of realization -

a nimble figure emerged from the crowd, like a rabbit that escaped from a trap, and ran away.

Some fans followed closely behind, shouting "Masked Anchor" while chasing.

"Oh no, they are running this way!" Assistant Xu was terrified, "Admiral, let's hide quickly... Admiral!?"

"Go to the activity and wait for me."

Wen Ming left only one sentence and disappeared.

"...Ah?"

The scene around was in chaos, and Assistant Xu was a little confused:

"Besides things related to Mu Mu, what else can interrupt the Admiral's work progress?"

He put on his glasses and suddenly had an idea: "Yes, the Admiral went to find the masked anchor and asked him to help translate his baby mermaid!"

On the other side, Wen Ming faced the crowd, and his pupils printed the figure of the masked anchor running over.

The height, body shape, and unskilled running posture all made Wen Ming look dazed -

if his little mermaid could become a human, it would be very similar to the body shape of the person in front of him...

Wen Ming's eyelashes trembled slightly, and when the masked anchor ran past him, he grabbed the other's wrist.

The unsuspecting masked anchor bumped into him and was pulled to a corner by him, avoiding the fans who were chasing him.

With an unrealistic fantasy in mind, Wen Ming lowered his head and approached the masked anchor.

If he could smell the same fresh water vapor as the little mermaid, it would not just be a matter of "resemblance"...

"..."

The anchor did smell like seafood.

Grilled fish, grilled oysters, grilled squid, spicy lobster.

Wen Ming felt the human body temperature of the masked anchor and distanced himself from him indifferently.

...

Human society is completely different from what Mu Mu imagined.

He thought it would be similar to the live broadcast, with humans watching him from a place he couldn't see and sending pop-ups when he wanted to speak.

But when he arrived at his destination and stepped off the airship, he was surrounded by a crowd of fans.

"Host, I've been following you for a long time. I finally meet you. Can I get an autograph?"

"When is the next live broadcast? Please increase the number of live broadcasts. I don't understand my merman!"

...

"Don't crowd!"

Mu Mu said stiffly, "Speak one by one, I can't hear clearly..."

There were security guards maintaining order outside, but the effect was minimal. Fans in the back row couldn't see the masked host even when they stood on tiptoe, and they unconsciously moved forward.

Mu Mu was almost squeezed out of shape.

"Pah."

The grilled fish that Mu Mu wanted to bring to his master was squeezed away. Mu Mu looked down, but he couldn't find it.

Mu Mu: O^O

"Have you all watched my live broadcast?"

He raised his voice and shouted: "You should know that the number of live broadcasts is limited. The same is true now. The number of autographs is limited!"

The fans discussed nervously: "What conditions?"

"I will choose three autographs from the most well-behaved fans. Let me see which side has the best order--" Mu Mu frowned and looked around.

Everyone stood straighter than the other, like students competing for the floating red flag.

No pushing, no quarreling, it can be called a model of interstellar fans.

"Yeah, everyone's performance is very good!"

Mu Mu took the autograph paper and pen from one of the fans: "Thank you for your support and for coming to see me. Have fun and be safe!"

He signed for three fans and got out of the crowd.

The new batch of fans who rushed in didn't know the "rules" of signing, and rushed over to him when they saw him.

Mu Mu subconsciously ran to a place with fewer people.

He was nervous and curious before coming here. He wanted to see what the humans who usually post barrages looked like, and he also wanted to integrate into the human race as a human.

Now there is only panic and helplessness.

Master, I can't seem to handle it as a fish...

Wen Ming seemed to appear in the residual light, and Mu Mu thought it was his own illusion.

Until his wrist was held by the other party.

"!" Mu Mu's heart was instantly at ease.

He did not struggle, but adjusted his steps in the direction of Wen Ming's force.

Just like the first time Mu Mu came to Wen Ming's house, the transport personnel were ready to use mental pressure, but Wen Ming grabbed the fish body and dragged it into the mermaid pond;

Wen Ming's actions towards the masked anchor were just as distant as they were then, he put his arm around his shoulders, protected him tightly, and shook off the crowd.

The two hid in a narrow corner and listened to the fans running outside.

Mu Mu was surrounded by a familiar smell, and his first reaction was to pass the packaged grilled fish over.

But he found that he only had a signature pen in his hand...

Mu Mu looked up and saw the strangeness in Wen Ming's eyes:

"You... want an autograph too?"

"..."

"If you don't want it, forget it!" Mu Mu didn't wait for Wen Ming to answer and turned around quickly, "Thank you for your help."

The earring was placed in his pocket and it kept vibrating. It should be the organizer contacting him.

Mu Mu stuck his head out to look around, feeling a little scared: "No one will notice me, will they?"

"If you don't want to be recognized, don't wear a mask."

Wen Ming stared at his back and said tentatively: "Your mask is the most obvious feature."

Mu Mu covered his mask with his hands, and then pushed his black hair to both sides, covering his face tightly:

"...As long as I run fast enough, it doesn't matter if I'm recognized."

"So you're here! I finally found you. The ceremony is about to start. If we can't contact you, we'll have to change the order of appearance."

The person in charge of the event ran over: "Masked anchor, I heard that there was a riot among fans outside the venue. Are you okay?"

"Yes, the grilled fish I bought was squeezed away."

Mu Mu said disappointedly: "Can the grilled fish be reimbursed like the travel expenses?"

"Uh, sure.

Time is running out. I'll take you to the dressing room. Your hair is messed up. You need to blow it and style it."

Mu Mu held the mask nervously: "Is it okay if I don't take off the mask?"

The other party gently lifted the hair on the side of his face, and the hair was tied inside by the rope of the mask:

"Anchor, we promise that the picture in the dressing room will not be transmitted out. You can temporarily..."

"No!" Mu Mu wrinkled his nose, "You promised me before that you don't have to show up, you can go home after receiving the award, how can you go back on your word?"

Wen Ming was behind him, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

The little anchor speaks very tough?

The person in charge continued to persuade: "This is your first public appearance. After you appear, everyone will point guns and cannons at you. I just want to help you package it."

Mu Mu:...

What to do? I don't understand what this person is saying.

Mu Mu's eyes flickered, and he turned around and hid behind Wen Ming.

Wen Ming:?

After Wen Ming's spirit was stabilized, his ability to conceal his breath became stronger.

The person on the other end was shocked: "Why, why is there someone here?"

Wen Ming was not prepared to meddle in other people's business, so he took a half step to the side, revealing the little anchor behind him -

the little anchor was like a tortoise shell, with the edges of her ears trembling slightly.

As cute as the shaking pointed ears of a little mermaid.

"..." Wen Ming pursed his lips slightly.

"Hiss, who are you!?" Admiral Wen?

Before the person in charge called out that title, a suffocating sense of oppression emanated.

"You can't even guarantee the safety of the anchor at your event, and let him be blocked outside the venue by fans, and now you only focus on the styling issue?"

After Wen Ming finished speaking, Mu Mu immediately tilted his head and agreed: "That's right!"

"I'm very sorry!" The person in charge bowed his head deeply, "We thought the masked anchor would bring his own team, and we neglected it."

"No prior communication, no timely maintenance of order on the scene." Wen Ming's eyes dimmed, "The organizer has not learned how to organize an event, so don't organize it."

Mu Mu shouted even louder: "That's right!"

It's so fun to be a fish pretending to be a tiger!

Protected by Wen Ming, Mu Mu felt that he now had the courage to take any risk.

He followed his pounding heart, reached out, and secretly held Wen Ming's hand.