Pride & Lust (34)
There were still about two hours until 21:00, so Song Shu simply debugged the equipment and went to take a shower.
He didn't plan to appear on camera, but a bath would be more comfortable.
After taking a shower at around eight o'clock, Song Shu dried his hair and felt his head was hot.
With the pain shield turned on, Song Shu became numb to many of his body sensations. His head was hot now, and Song Shu thought it was because the water in his shower was too hot.
But considering that this body was really too weak, Song Shu sat up, touched his forehead, and drank some more hot water.
I’m not sure what symptoms I have at the moment, but it’s always a good idea to drink more hot water.
There was still some time before the live broadcast, so Song Shu took the phone and started processing messages.
His desk mate sent him some pictures of the class meeting, complaining that the teacher's words were long-winded and boring.
There were also extra greeting messages from high school classmates, which were not very important. Song Shu didn't want to click on them, so he simply ignored them and switched to the secondary account.
Speaking of the small account, when Song Shu logged in today and saw the 99+ message, she felt really guilty for a while.
Disappearing out of thin air is not a good thing. If you put yourself in his shoes, if the netizen he had been chatting with suddenly disappeared, he would probably be very anxious. Especially since this netizen always said one or two critical words and seemed mentally unstable, he was very suspicious of Zisha.
Song Shu thought about it and decided to report that he was safe first.
The messages sent by Lin Mo and the others were too long. Song Shu didn't want to read them and chose to reply.
Ms. Lin: [I'm fine. I've been too busy these days and don't have time to log in.]
Bi'an: [I'm glad you're okay. Do you need my help with tonight's live broadcast?]
Chocolate: [I was worried about you, luckily you are okay]
The most distant one is probably [Lingling].
There is only one sentence, [I hope the boss is okay.]
The remaining Lin Mo called directly. Song Shu didn't really want to answer, but he answered anyway. By the time he got through and prepared the voice changer, Lin Mo had already said several words.
"Busy?"
"I'm glad you're okay. I was worried about you."
"School starts in Huajing today. I'm in the dormitory now."
"A double room, not bad."
The night breeze is a bit hot and dry. After all, the weather in City B is drier and hotter than that in City A, where I was born and raised.
Lin Mo leaned on the railing and looked down to see the crowd coming back from evening self-study.
Song Shu was probably not among this group of people. If I had to say, he was probably in the hotel. His deskmate was not around either because the school next door had already started.
Lin Mo smiled. Some people, no matter how much they scheme, can never get what they want.
It seemed like he was asking knowingly, or he wanted Song Shu to discover his thoughts. Lin Mo asked, "Is there anyone else around you?"
The background sound over there was very quiet, with only Song Shu's voice: "No."
The sound is catchy and comfortable to listen to.
Lin Mo hadn't heard Song Shu's voice for almost a week. His ears were a little itchy and his heart was beating a little faster.
Song Shu said he was Xiao Sen, not Song Shu. If he was not Song Shu, then it would be okay to say some sweet words.
Things have gotten so far that they are beyond my control. A feather brushed across his heart, scratching and itching. Lin Mo whispered, "You're going to school now. I miss you so much."
The man's voice on the phone was hoarse and low, and his words were very touching.
Song Shu raised his head, his soft hair pressed against his neck, the dark and cold white collided, and he sat up with some excitement.
You can't help it, hahahaha. You scumbag, you scumbag, I finally caught you by the tail.
Song Shu turned on the recording, "Why do you miss me?"
Lin Mo had discovered that Song Shu would always unconsciously have a bad temper after getting familiar with him, and there was a hint of deliberate mischief in what he said.
It's like someone who goes fishing casually, casting the hook casually, thinking that it doesn't matter whether there is a fish biting or not.
Most of the time, such people can't catch any fish. But Song Shu is different. There are always people who can't help but take the bait.
Lin Mo felt even more itchy, his brain was briefly lacking oxygen, and his mood was a little out of control.
This is Xiao Sen, not Song Shu. It doesn't matter if he bites the hook. His Adam's apple rolled, "I miss you so much."
"Are there any more photos? I want to see you."
"Kyoto University is beautiful. Didn't you say you wanted to go to Kyoto University? Can you come to City B when you are free on the weekend? I can show you around."
Song Shu: “…”
Song Shu took the phone away and confirmed again and again that this was Lin Mo, who usually had a deadpan face and liked to pretend to be cool.
She can actually say such flirty things, it seems like she is really in love. Song Shu tutted and replied, "But we are in the third year of high school, so we are very busy."
Lin Mo's voice was low, mixed with a hint of lust, like a scumbag who was completely controlled by his lower body.
"Just one afternoon. I want to see you."
Scumbag, Song Shu cursed inwardly.
He shook his head and refused: "No, my parents are very strict with me and don't allow me to go out without permission."
Song Shu never knew what happened to Lin Mo during the three days when he was out of contact, but Lin Mo actually said to him such a naughty thing that day, "Xiao Sen is his girlfriend", which must mean that he loved Xiao Sen very much.
Lin Mo's breathing was a little hasty into the microphone.
"I want to meet you, don't you want to meet me?"
“There are photos.”
Song Shu refused again without mercy: "Just look at the photos."
After confirming that Lin Mo liked Xiao Sen, Song Shu's tone of reply became perfunctory.
Anyway, Lin Mo likes it, so there is no need to take it too seriously. He thought the topic should end here, but Lin Mo asked again: "Xiao Sen, I want to see something else."
Song Shu: "…what do you mean by something else."
Lin Mo's breathing quickened, and he didn't know what he was doing over there. His voice was hoarse: "Other photos."
"You ignored me for a long time before, and I just looked at your photos and thought about you. Those few photos... were not enough."
Song Shu paused, "In the previous photos, you just said they looked good, but you didn't say you liked them particularly."
Lin Mo said softly: "I like it very much."
In Lin Mo's current state, any man would know what he is doing, right? ?
Song Shu couldn't bear it any longer and wanted to take off the voice changer and just use his natural voice, but he had been fishing for so long and couldn't let his efforts go to waste.
He suppressed his anger and said with disgust: "So you are defending yourself?"
"I've recorded it. You're disgusting, Lin Mo."
…
After saying this, Song Shu dropped his phone, feeling that his brain was about to be polluted. And after this matter has developed to this point, is Lin Mo still happy? ?
grass!
Song Shu was really screwed, and she wished she could expose herself tomorrow and make Lin Mo regret it.
The live broadcast was about to start. He rejected Lin Mo's request for another voice call and replied: [Senior, your behavior is disgusting]
Lin Mo: [I didn’t defend myself]
[picture]
In the picture, there are clean pants and clean hands.
[Oh, then it’s not convenient for me to talk to you]
Song Shu made up an excuse: [Because I have to call someone first^-^]
Song Shu is very good at torturing people.
Lin Mo pinched his phone, feeling inexplicably irritated, but still typed: [Can you chat with me after you finish chatting? ]
Ms. Lin: [Depends on my mood]
…
Song Shu typed this sentence irresponsibly, and the hotel clock jumped to 20:45.
He put down his phone and turned on the live broadcast. Before he started, there were already tens of thousands of people in the live broadcast room, and the barrage of comments was scrolling very fast.
=Urgent
=I am a corpse, Bodhisattva is on air, resurrected on the spot
Song Shu wanted to laugh when he saw these comments, but thinking back to the torturous years when he was chasing the anime, he softened his heart and decided to start broadcasting early.
Originally, there was nothing much to prepare for this live broadcast, it was just to explain what happened a few days ago.
Song Shu clicked the start button, and a little ghost holding a magic wand slowly rose up on the screen, and the barrage of comments scrolled several times faster than usual.
=? ? ?
=Start broadcasting in advance, woooo ...
=The early bird catches the worm (swing)
= Front row confession to Bodhisattva
Song Shu adjusted the voice changer and said, "Hello, everyone."
Song Shu turned off the reward function throughout the entire event. Some people couldn't send money and started wailing: Bodhisattva, please open the reward channel quickly. Don't be afraid of bankruptcy. I will work with a monthly salary of 3,000 to support you QAQ. As long as you scold me every day, I can go to work full of energy again!
Song Shu:……? ?
People can’t. They can’t.
555 Explanation: [Some people say that you haven't appeared for so long because you went bankrupt and ran away.]
Although the speech was a bit explosive, at least it showed concern for him. Song Shu said helplessly: "It's okay, I'm not bankrupt."
=Don't believe
=I don't believe it, then where did you go after disappearing for so long?
=Maybe he's going to fall in love
=Dating? Don't do that——
"No relationship."
Song Shu was a bit confused, so he stopped for a while. How come all these rumors came out? He made some adjustments and sent out a 50,000 yuan red envelope in the live broadcast room, "but he didn't go bankrupt."
50,000 yuan was divided into 10,000 red envelopes, which were quickly snatched up after being sent out, and a stream of comments were left thanking the Buddha. Song Shu wanted to laugh after seeing this, "Don't thank me, just thank yourself for watching the live broadcast."
The little ghost swung his legs leisurely.
The boy's voice has a unique clarity, clarity and laziness. His original voice sounds a bit cold and indifferent, but after being converted through a voice changer, it becomes more intimate without him realizing it, like a master stroking a dog that is waiting obediently at home as a reward.
=Can’t spare any hands…
=Bodhisattva, where did you go to study? You have evolved to the point where you can get me excited without even swearing.
Song Shu skipped over these crazy comments and answered a few questions seriously.
"Why did you suddenly think of starting a live broadcast?"
"Don't you want me to start a live broadcast? Well, if you must give me a reason, it's probably because I have a change of heart."
Song Shu was chatting with the barrage, when suddenly a familiar ID popped up in the barrage.
On the Frog platform, the host’s name and avatar can change colors based on the number of fans, which is a means of distinguishing them from ordinary viewers.
[The Other Shore]: What is this! New anchor, take a bite!
Some of the CP fans in the barrage started to celebrate.
=What is this! The Leaning Tower of Pizza! Take a bite!
=Okay, okay, the young couple meets on the Magpie Bridge
The number of CP fans is still small, and the barrage of comments is rolling very quickly. Song Shu only saw the barrage of comments for [The Other Shore], and soon another person popped up in the barrage.
[Chocolate]: Boss, the small cake has been mailed, please sign for it^^
=That’s enough scolding! That’s enough scolding!
=Wuwuwuwu, will I still be able to eat a bite of food in my lifetime? TvT
The barrage began to talk about their own things and the group was in a frenzy.
Song Shu: “…”
These two people are so idle.
"This live broadcast is a bit short. I just want to explain what happened before."
Song Shu: "You two stop causing me trouble and increasing the length of my live broadcast."
The little ghost on the screen violently poked the two men's portraits with his magic wand.
After saying that, Song Shu wanted to end the broadcast, but 555 urged him again: [Mission not completed, double middle finger warning.]
What insults could be used at this time! The green middle finger in his head was beating, and Song Shu could only bite the bullet and continue broadcasting.
The barrage scrolled so fast that it was dizzying and difficult to see clearly.
Song Shu simply gave up on the barrage, controlled the little ghost and waved his magic wand, letting the two people take the microphone.
If you talk more, you should be able to find reasons to curse.
But he never expected that when he put [Bi'an] and [Chocolate] in the microphone position, [Lingling] also came in.
Song Shu had a bad feeling.
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