Chapter 161 Cute Internet Celebrity 39
Qiao Nan hung the IV bottle on the rack and used one hand to operate her mobile phone to pull up a screen recording.
As he said, the background layout and style are exactly the same as Qianzhou's. This account has only more than 20,000 followers.
However, by imitating Qianzhou's live broadcast style, the number of people in the live broadcast room could reach as many as 3,000 at most.
This is no longer a small amount.
The screen of Qiaonan's phone was very bright. Qianzhou looked at the person in the screen. He was a boy with a high nose bridge and delicate eyebrows.
"She looks okay, quite stunning at first glance, but the more I look at her, the weirder she becomes. Her face is all technology."
Qiaonan put her fingertips to the tip of her nose and said, "With the effect he's getting, he needs at least two houses on his face."
He rolled his eyes, tapped Qianzhou's nose, and suddenly fell into deep thought.
"Hiss... Damn—it seems like he did it based on you!"
Han Cheng also took a quick glance, his expression didn't change at all, as if he was looking at an ordinary plastic box.
Even the box has no pattern on it and is empty inside.
Qian Zhou watched a few more of his videos and said, "It's exactly the same... I wore this outfit during my live broadcast today."
A cat suit with a tail on the back, based on a cow cat.
The belly is white, and the rest of the body is black and furry.
The only difference is that this internet celebrity named "Zhou Zhou" replaced the bell on her chest with a golden heart tied with black stockings.
The comments section was filled with "wife, wife". Qiao Nan said: "This is definitely a comment manipulation, and any comments containing the word 'boat' will not be posted!"
Hua Ye sneered, "How far can he get by relying on plagiarizing other people's works to become famous?"
Hua Ye held the IV bottle in one hand, the liquid medicine inside swaying as he walked, "...I'm leaving first."
Qiao Nan watched him leave and sighed.
"Hua Shao is really sad this time..."
Qian Zhou said: "But I don't think he and I are suitable."
"That's right, Hua Ye has always been a playful person. Maybe he will be fine in a few days." When Qiao Nan lifted his hair, Qian Zhou saw the bruise under his wrist.
Qian Zhou pointed at Qiao Nan's wrist bone and asked, "Do the people in your company still beat you..."
Qiaonan put her finger against Qianzhou's lips and said, "Baby, don't think so badly of me. We were just fighting each other."
"Hey, Han Cheng, you have to take good care of Zhou Zhou." Qiao Nan said.
Han Cheng nodded, "Yeah, of course."
At this time, the doctor came out and called the number, shouting loudly:
"Qianzhou——"
Qiaonan let out a long "Oh," and said, "So your name is Qianzhou, what a nice name. I have a headache, so I'm going to find a quiet place."
Qian Zhou nodded and went into the examination room with Han Cheng.
As soon as you enter the door, you are hit by a strong smell of disinfectant, and the incandescent light on the ceiling is bright and dazzling.
The doctor was typing on the keyboard, "Sit."
Qianzhou sat in front of the window, rolled up his sleeves, and the doctor drew a tube of blood from him with quick movements.
"Open your mouth, ah——"
Qianzhou opened his mouth and a very long cotton swab was inserted.
"Okay, the machine will pick it up in two hours. Next one."
Qian Zhou stood up sickly and was pulled back to his seat by Han Cheng, where he had just been given a fever-reducing injection.
He leaned on Han Cheng's shoulder and spent his time in the hospital in a daze.
When he opened his eyes again, Han Cheng was already carrying him into the car. The needle removal was painless, and all the examination forms and medicines were taken.
"Go to sleep."
Qian Zhou closed his eyes again, thinking sleepily that this was the second time Han Cheng brought him to the hospital.
But this time, Han Cheng will be infected.
Because Qianzhou felt that he had the flu.
Qian Zhou's lips opened and closed, making a small, mosquito-like sound. Han Cheng leaned closer and asked, "What did you say?"
"I said...I will take care of you even if you are sick."
Han Cheng started the car and said, "I rarely get sick."
Qianzhou thought, yes, he rarely gets sick, but when he does, it's always a serious illness.
Just like that six months ago, Han Cheng developed a disease more serious than depression.
In his current state, it is impossible to tell that he has ever experienced this.
So he felt like something was blocking his heart, and Qianzhou couldn't sleep. He waited until the car passed the sixth traffic light.
Qian Zhou forced himself to open his eyes and asked:
"Can you tell me about what happened in the past six months?"
Han Cheng stared at the red light in a daze. His face was reflected in the red light, with clear contours and deep eyebrows and eyes.
He had never mentioned the events of the past six months to Qian Zhou, but this time, Han Cheng said:
"Okay, go to sleep."
"I'll tell you when I get home."
Qianzhou fell asleep peacefully this time. He had been drowsy all day and felt very tired.
Han Cheng looked at the road and pressed the steering wheel with his fingertips.
The doctor said Qianzhou’s physical condition was very poor. Malnutrition was the only problem. His body functions had begun to decline due to staying up late for a long time.
Overwork can lead to a variety of diseases.
But fortunately, I am still young. If I adjust my schedule, go to bed early, and eat healthier, I will eventually get back to normal.
The black SUV slowly parked in the parking space, and Han Cheng took off his coat and covered Qian Zhou with it.
The only sound in the car was Qianzhou's steady breathing.
Han Cheng rubbed his eyebrows. He did not agree with Qianzhou signing with the company, nor did he agree with Qianzhou continuing this pace of life.
Even though he is so seriously ill, he still promised his fans that he will update the video tomorrow.
Han Cheng sighed, got out of the car, walked around to the passenger seat to carry Qian Zhou out, and met a colleague on the way.
The colleague looked at Han Cheng in shock, then looked at Qian Zhou in his arms.
Han Cheng said, "Please open the door for me. The key is in my pocket."
"Oh, okay..."
Han Cheng didn't explain anything. He put Qian Zhou down and closed the door.
The key was thrown on the table with a soft sound.
"Han Cheng..."
"Hmm?" Han Cheng lay next to Qian Zhou.
Qian Zhou was still thinking about what happened in the past six months. "Tell me...how did you get through the time when you couldn't see..."
The look Han Cheng gave Qian Zhou at this moment was filled with the softest emotion in the world.
He covered Qianzhou with a blanket and found a pair of very old black wired headphones from the transparent cabinet.
They are in-ear and very small, with the wires tangled together, they are only half the size of a palm.
Han Cheng placed the earphones in his palm and said, "I spend a lot of time listening to your voice."
"Do you remember? It was a long time ago."
Qian Zhou looked at the ceiling, his eyes were a little wet, and his voice was a little hoarse, "I remember..."
That was a long time ago, when I had just started trying to do live streaming. I didn’t know anything and could only sit in front of the camera and chat with the comments.
Qianzhou felt like there was a thorn stuck in his throat. He opened his mouth, but felt like he couldn't say anything.
It was almost dusk outside the window, and the voices of classmates could be heard from downstairs from time to time.
Qian Zhou held Han Cheng's face and asked, "...I didn't live broadcast every day back then."
Han Cheng held Qian Zhou's hand and looked down at him, "I know that the longest time you haven't been live streaming is five days."
Qian Zhou hugged Han Cheng tightly.
"Han Cheng, I'm so sad..."
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