Chapter 358 Transvestite 2
Han Nianlu frowned slightly as she looked at Wang Xun in front of the screen and typed this sentence.
She didn't have this feeling just now, but after he changed his clothes and came out, she always felt that his face looked a little haggard.
"Thank you for your concern, my friend. It might be because I stayed up late to improve my ranking recently, hahaha."
Wang Xun also saw the message, but he didn't take it to heart.
He responded with a laugh, but his slightly unrestrained laughter made the barrage of comments collectively dissatisfied.
[Brother Bu Li, don't laugh so wildly. You should know that you are wearing a small skirt now~]
[Yes, yes, be more ladylike.]
[Don't meddle in the affairs of beautiful women. If they don't work hard, don't spoil them. They can laugh however they want.]
......
"Rou Rou, Rou Rou, come and see if there's something wrong with this anchor."
Han Nianlu has been a classmate of Qing Yanrou for two years. She has been influenced by her and trusts her intuition.
She no longer cared about the jokes of those people in the barrage. In order to prove that she was not overthinking it, she took off her headphones and quickly took the tablet to find Qing Yanrou.
"What's wrong?"
Qing Yanrou was video chatting with Zhang Yue'er, this little disciple whom she hadn't seen for a long time, and was checking her recent homework through the video.
Hearing Han Nianlu's anxious voice, she took off her headphones and looked at her in confusion.
"Hi, Yueyue, I'd like to borrow your master's services for a moment."
Han Nianlu first smiled and waved to Zhang Yue'er on the other side of the screen. Regardless of Zhang Yue'er's reaction, she handed the tablet in her hand to Qing Yanrou.
"Rou Rou, look, is there something wrong with this anchor?"
"Look at this, my friends. This is black stockings. I'll only wear half of it. I'll show you my hairy legs in black stockings."
At this moment, Wang Xun took out the small ball of black cloth in his hand and put it in front of the camera, allowing netizens to see the black silk in his hand.
Qing Yanrou: “…”
"Something seems to be wrong."
Han Nianlu: “…”
"Oh, well, well, I usually watch him mainly because he's quite funny..."
Han Nianlu was so focused on confirming her own thoughts that she forgot that the host was wearing a uniform at the moment.
And she didn't even see the black stockings in his hand just now. Now that the phone was playing, the sisters in the dormitory knew how indecent the anchor she usually watched was.
"Ahem, let's ignore that for now. He's just forced to make a living. Rourou, take a quick look at his face."
Han Nianlu coughed lightly a few times, and when she received the curious and ambiguous gazes from Yi Cong'an and Li Manxiang, she quickly spoke.
"Yes, it's definitely not right. Men generally have more yang energy, but his yin energy is clearly stronger than his yang energy, which means he has been in close contact with ghosts for a long time."
At this moment, Wang Xun had already removed the black stockings from the camera, and he appeared in front of the camera again in uniform.
Qing Yanrou looked at the gloomy aura lingering around him and shook her head slightly.
"Yeah, yeah, although I can't see the yin energy you mentioned, but I feel something is wrong when I look at his expression.
My intuition turned out to be right. It wasn't in vain that I've been following you for the past two years, hehehe."
Han Nianlu was suddenly happy when she saw that not working hard was really a problem, as it proved that her vision was still good.
But as she was laughing, she suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.
This anchor really encountered a ghost!!!
"Rou Rou, Rou Rou, I hope he's okay. I quite like this anchor. Can you help him?"
Han Nianlu reacted and quickly asked how she could find out that someone was encountering a ghost while watching a live broadcast.
I don’t know whether to say that she was unlucky or the anchor was lucky.
"Okay, but you don't have to worry. He shouldn't be in danger for the time being, but..."
"But what?"
Han Nianlu saw that she was halfway through her words, so she asked back anxiously.
"Here, watch the video yourself."
What Qing Yanrou hadn't finished saying just now was that although his life was not in danger for the time being.
However, if you spend too much time with ghosts and your yang energy becomes weak, you will easily get into bad luck.
As expected, before she could finish her speech, Wang Xun, who was broadcasting live, was in trouble.
After Wang Xun showed his black stockings to netizens, they strongly requested that he wear the black stockings with his uniform.
They want to see it immediately.
Seeing the screen full of gifts, Wang Xun no longer looked embarrassed.
He agreed with a smile, and walked to the blind spot of the camera and started to put it on.
The moment he lowered his head, he felt dizzy and then fell to the ground with a thud.
Other netizens in front of the camera only heard a muffled sound and asked what happened with concern.
"It's okay, it's okay, I just fell down accidentally..."
Wang Xun used his hands to support himself on the ground as he spoke, but before he could finish his words, he fell down with another "bang".
This time my luck was not as good as before, and I accidentally bumped into the corner of the table.
"hiss--"
He touched his forehead and found that it was bleeding. He was already dizzy, and now he was even more dizzy.
He was afraid that he would faint there, so he slowly moved to his gaming chair and sat on it.
What Han Nianlu saw was Wang Xun sitting in front of the camera with blood all over his face.
She cried out softly in fear.
When she watched it just now, he was still wearing his uniform and chatting with everyone in front of the camera. How come he became like this in just a short while?
Not only was she scared, but everyone else in the live broadcast room was also scared.
【What happened to the anchor? 】
[If the anchor doesn't want to wear black stockings, there's no need to do this. You can just say you don't want to wear them. That way, if something really goes wrong, we who encouraged them to wear black stockings will feel bad.]
[Yeah, yeah, yeah, if you don't want to wear it, don't force yourself.]
Wang Xun felt relieved to see that his fans only cared about him and didn't say anything else.
"It's okay. It's not that I don't want to wear it. I already promised you that I would wear it. It's just that I was dizzy and accidentally bumped into it."
His face was pale and his broken forehead was still bleeding. The blood slowly flowed down the wound to the corner of his mouth. His voice was a little weak when he spoke.
[Host, please go to the hospital and get your wound treated.]
[Yes, go ahead, you can call my number anytime.]
Seeing him like this, the owner of the account also started talking and gave him another wave of gifts.
Wang Xun was wiping the blood off his face with a tissue beside him. He was a little confused when he saw the gifts flooding his screen, but he reacted quickly and spoke.
"My friends, please stop sending gifts. I don't want people to accuse me of falling down on purpose to get gifts."
[No, no, it’s mainly because we want to brush it ourselves.]
Wang Xun didn't expect that the more he spoke, the more gifts netizens gave him. He knew how violent the online atmosphere was right now.
"My friends, thank you so much for your gifts. I'm going to shut down the live stream and go to the hospital. When I'm better, I'll come back and wear black stockings to fulfill my promise."
After saying that, he quickly turned off the live broadcast to prevent them from sending gifts.
Meanwhile, Han Nianlu was sending him a message backstage, but Wang Xun was busy changing his clothes and going to the hospital, and didn't pay any attention to the message backstage.
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