Hundreds of ways for the protagonist to seduce cannon fodder

Before Lu Dishu finished speaking, Huo An, who had been quiet before, reached out and took the small photo. Lu Dishu noticed that he was looking at him and couldn't understand what the look was. He could only hear Huo An's voice: "Of course I will. Thank you."

This was Lu Dishu's first experience of being said thank you seriously. He immediately said: "No thank you, no thank you. It's best if you ask for it."

Huo An saw Lu Ci's slightly red face and rolled his eyes and said, "I remember Huo Quan said you were my fan?"

"...Uh" is actually nonsense. Lu Dishu doesn't often watch live broadcasts at all - he usually gets more and more courageous with every setback. I didn’t even think about watching the anchor play games to learn two-hand skills. I knew that Huo An, mainly Huo An, was too popular. The boys and girls in his class would say that they would occasionally see it while watching short videos, so naturally they knew about it.

But it was obviously impossible to say these words in this situation, because in less than a second, Lu Dishu nodded and smiled: "Yes."

Huo An also smiled. He stood up and took out the signature paper from the black bag he threw on the ground. He took the pen and said, "Do you want to sign?"

"want."

Huo An asked: "What color do you want?"

"Hmm... can it be gold-plated?"

"Okay." Huo An responded, standing by the window and writing his name skillfully with a pen. Because he was a little careful, he even signed it deliberately.

After signing, he handed the signature paper to Lu Cishu and asked: "How is it?"

Lu Dishu raised his eyes and took a look. The first thing he saw was not the signature, but Huo An's hand - his fingers were long and slender. When he took the signature paper, his fingers pressed against the edge of the paper, blocking a little of the signature.

Then Lu Dishu discovered that Huo An's hands were really pretty. He had thought Huo An's hands were pretty before, but even now he still couldn't help but sigh.

He looked away from his fingers: "Brother, block it."

"Huh?" Huo An was confused for a moment and lowered his head. Only then did he realize that his fingers were pressing on the signature.

Huo An removed his fingers.

Lu Dishu finally saw Huo An’s signature—unexpectedly, the signature looked very good.

Huo An's handwriting is very beautiful. His signature includes not only his name "Huo An" but also his live broadcast name "qing". The calligraphy is good-looking, and both Chinese and Pinyin are taken advantage of. Moreover, the signature is usually designed by an artist. The calligraphy is good-looking, and the signature cannot be difficult to see.

His eyes suddenly lit up and he asked Huo An: "Brother, can you sign another one for me? An ordinary black pen signature."

Huo An looked at him with unclear meaning: "I want it for a friend?"

Lu Dictionary: "No." Boys usually don't think of asking for autographs from their friends - Lu Dictionary wouldn't think of it anyway. Denying this question, Lu Dictionary said:

"I just think this signature is very beautiful! I just feel like writing it with a black pen and adjusting the filter will make it look very nice. It has a very... well, artistic conception. It feels very stylish when used as wallpaper."

"Oh." Huo An smiled. He found a black pen, put one hand on the desk, turned the pen and asked the road dictionary: "Do you want to sign it?"

"Hmm..." Lu Dishu thought for a while: "Don't want it?"

"Yeah." Huo An nodded. He took the pen and swished it a few times and knocked on the desk to indicate the road dictionary. "Can you take a look? If you don't want to, I'll sign it."

Lu Dishu leaned over and took a look: "It's very good, very good." He picked up his mobile phone to take pictures, and then he was bombarded with messages.

Huo Quan: [You were called my brother when I beat you just now, right? Is my brother awesome? Come again and again. 】

Huo Quan: [Where are the people? 】

Huo Quan: [? ? ? 】

Huo Quan: [What are you doing? ! Can you come back and play games? ! Can't open it? 】

Huo Quan: [Holy shit, what are you doing? Have you forgotten that there is still me? 】

Huo Quan: […]

Huo Quan: [Destroy it. I'm tired. 】

……

Huo Quan: [You 6, I will do it myself. 】

Lu Dishu was still a little guilty at first - he really forgot that he was cheating with Huo Quan, but after seeing Huo Quan's words, his guilty conscience flew out of the sky.

Now that Huo Du has started the game on his own, Lu Dishu can continue to discuss the autograph with Huo An with peace of mind: "We'll see when the time comes."

He took out his mobile phone and posed it at an angle to take pictures, but no matter how he took the pictures, he felt that the top of the signature paper was a bit empty.

"Brother, why don't you sign it for me?"

"Oh." Huo An smiled and asked, "What words do you want? All the best, safe and smooth. How about it?"

Lu Dishu: "Okay, okay." He approached Huo An and wanted to discuss it with him, and then unexpectedly discovered that Huo An's aesthetics was better than his - the words he signed were above his signature.

Seeing that the arrangement was pretty good, the road dictionary stopped talking and quietly watched Huo An finish writing. He took out his mobile phone to take pictures again. He had already arranged the angle before, so he didn't need to search carefully this time, but it was best to just take it. The photo was taken from that angle and the effect was good, but the signature paper was still empty.

Lu Dishu frowned.

Huo An asked him: "Don't look good? Don't like it?"

"No." Lu Dishu said: "This one is a bit empty." He glanced at Huo An's bed and asked, "Brother, do you have those kind of um... just some small dolls or something?"

"What to do?"

"It's a bit empty on top, let's decorate it with that thing." He showed the photo to Huo An for a look.

Huo An noticed that the upper left corner of the photo was indeed a bit empty. He smiled and said, "I'm really sorry. There are no dolls."

"Oh." As expected - a cold person like Huo An really doesn't like dolls.

"But" said Huo An. Lu Dishu looked at him.

Huo An shook his hand: "Can I put my hand on the table above the signature paper to block it? This way it will look like the light stick will not be so empty." He was a little uneasy: "I think my hand is not very ugly."

"It's not ugly." Lu Dishu replied slowly. But he was a little hesitant - good-looking hands didn't mean they looked good with a signature paper, but looking at Huo An like this, it would be too heartless not to try. He could only say:

"Then give it a try."

"Oh." Huo An replied obediently.

Sounds a little good?

Lu Dishu raised his eyebrows and glanced at Huo An in surprise - he really couldn't imagine what Huo An would look like when he obediently agreed to the person.

Noticing the way Lu Dishu looked at him, Huo An finally realized how offensive he was when he said "use his hands as decoration". However, he couldn't find an excuse to cover it up. He could only look at the boy and blink.

All right. It's indeed quite cute. Lu Dishu thought: I don’t know why Huo Quan thinks his brother is evil.

"Brother, put your hand on that position."

"Okay." Huo An still remembered where the empty space was in the photo taken by Lu Dishu, and he put his hand over it.

"Well..." Lu Dishu looked at the scene in the camera: "Okay. Brother, please stretch your hands a little and don't be so tense."

Huo An tried hard to stretch his hands, but when he thought it was Lu Dishu patting him, it was useless no matter how he stretched his hands.

"Brother——" Lu Dishu urged him.

Huo An opened his hands.

"Pfft." Lu Dishu laughed out loud: "Brother, why do you do it like this if your hands are so pretty? They look like chicken feet. Hahahaha."

Huo An was embarrassed by what he said, but he was inexplicably happy because he brought happiness to Lu Dishu. His ears turned red: "I... I don't know how I'm posing."

"Oh. That's it. Brother, you told me earlier." Lu Dishu took the phone holder and placed the phone in place, then stepped forward to play with Huo An's fingers.

His movement suddenly stopped when his hand was only a few centimeters away from Huo An's. Huo An's heart tightened and he didn't dare to move. He saw Lu Dishu raise his head, looked at him with a half-smile and said, "I forgot to ask, brother, it doesn't matter if I help you get into position, right?"