"Wow, that's so touching."
The live broadcast room was originally quiet, but suddenly a burst of crying brought everyone back to their senses.
A tall man, about 1.85 meters tall, grabbed the door handle and cried breathlessly.
[What a contrasting handsome guy. ]
[It's over, I like it more, handsome guy, don't make friends. ]
[That child was so pitiful, playing alone until he died.]
[A Sky Full of Stars: The host's words reminded me of my elementary school days. There was a girl in my class with a birthmark on her face. Anyone who played with her would be called an ugly monster. Over time, no one dared to play with her anymore.]
[Is it possible to have surgery on the birthmark? 】
[Mantian Fanxing: You can go. I don't know if she will go in the future, but if her family has the means, she will definitely remove the birthmark on her child's face. After all, it's not good to have such a large birthmark on the face.]
After crying, Fang Mo felt a little embarrassed.
I took out a tissue and secretly wiped the tears from my face.
"My fellow livestreamers, if there are any teachers, especially those in kindergarten, elementary school or middle school, you really need to pay more attention to the students' condition. If I had known earlier, I would have become a teacher. I would have been an exceptional teacher."
[Hmm, not sure. Let's take a closer look. This handsome guy seems a bit narcissistic.]
Fang Mo held on to the door and looked at it curiously when the neighbor passed by.
I realized that the other person didn't know if there was something wrong with his brain. He kept holding the door handle and muttering something. What...
"From now on I will be your friend and I will play with you."
"Look, I've shaken your hand back so many times, which means I like you very much and want to be friends with you."
"If you think one friend is too few, I can find you a few more."
"Just, could you please not hold it so tightly? It hurts."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door handle loosened a lot.
[…Dude, if you keep going on like that, the guy behind you is going to call the mental hospital.]
[Grandpa: This handsome young man seems to be a bit mentally unstable.]
Fang Mo coughed dryly to hide his embarrassment, then stood up straight and spoke loudly into the phone, "Is this the line? I hope I remember it correctly. Don't worry, there will be no problem performing tomorrow."
Uncle: Oh, so you are practicing your lines.
[6 Ah, man, such adaptability. ]
Fang Mo straightened his back proudly, patted the door handle and walked into the house.
"By the way, are the people in the live studio going to ask me about that door handle connection? Wait, let me find the store where I bought it."
[Oh, no, no, I think the door handles I use now are low-key, luxurious and have connotations.]
[I think so too. After looking around, I still think my home's simple door handle is the most charming.]
"Before, they were both very enthusiastic, why don't they want any of them now?"
It's a bit creepy. The first time I saw it, I felt like I was going to flip my hand back. I didn't expect you to actually flip your hand back. It almost scared me to death.
[This is a good thing, handsome guy, you can enjoy it slowly by yourself. I won't be able to enjoy it. ]
Fang Mo felt that everyone was too embarrassed to say it directly, so he read out the name of the shop without saying a word, but Zhang Nannan blurted it out.
Fang Mo: ???
"What's going on? I didn't say any bad words. I don't swear. I just mentioned the store."
The phone on Ji Yu's desk vibrated. It was a message from Zhang Nannan.
"Miss Ji, can't it be sent?"
After reading the message, Ji Yu nodded and said, "Well, I can't advertise in my live broadcast room, otherwise my live broadcast room might be blocked."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was so excited that I forgot about it."
[You are awesome for being a sales manager.]
"Okay, thank you Miss Ji for this time. I will do as you said and shake hands with him more often every day."
Ji Yu said "hmm" and hung up the call.
The third hexagram begins directly and seamlessly.
"Hello, host."
The person connected was a middle-aged man with a big belly.
"Hello."
The middle-aged man looked at the many people in the live broadcast room, and immediately turned around with his back to Ji Yu.
[What's going on? I turned away without even getting a good look at her face.]
[I could clearly see that it was an old man. Oh, how could an old man be so shy?]
"Wait, wait, wait."
The middle-aged man seemed to be looking for something, and finally noticed a towel behind him. Under the surprised eyes of everyone, he covered his head with the towel to hide his face.
"No, uncle, although you're not particularly good-looking, you're not so good-looking that you can't be seen in public."
"I can meet him, but this anchor is so popular, I have to save face for my child."
"Let me make it clear first, I'm not looking for my son, but my relative's child. We're a little far apart, and his mother asked me to ask directly, but I'm too embarrassed to ask. It's better for me to come to the anchor and get it figured out. Then I can talk to my relative directly."
【Oh, I don’t understand.】
[This is so incoherent, I don't know what to say. You should just ask Sister Ji Yu directly.]
The middle-aged man then timidly sent a message to Ji Yu.
The cautious movements made the viewers in the live broadcast room laugh.
"Uncle, we're doing serious business, not some unworkable deal. You don't have to be so..."
【Vulgar.】
"Alright, alright."
The middle-aged man was wearing a pink floral towel.
"Host, this is what happened. I just noticed a few days ago that my nephew seemed a little strange. His grades have dropped significantly. We thought someone might have been bullying him recently, but when we went to school, no one was bullying him. He just seems absent-minded all day long, and I don't know why."
"My sister wants me to ask her son directly about his situation, but he's my nephew after all. Firstly, I won't get anything out of him, and secondly, we're a little far apart, so it's not very convenient."
[Distracted? That's probably because you're in love.]
The middle-aged man's eyes widened, but unfortunately no one could see it. However, from the sound of his voice, one could sense that the other person's expression was quite surprised.
"How is it possible? How can a kid in the sixth grade be in love?"
"I was busy mowing grass for pigs when I was in sixth grade."
You said it was your time. Back then, I was in sixth grade and was busy playing in the mud. But kids nowadays mature very early.
[This brings me to something I saw last time in the nursery: a pair of tiny-looking children, still sorting their clothes as they came out.]
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